Fear Got a Little Closer to Home
Date Submitted: 9/11/2018
It was break time for our 5th grade class right before rotation. I had just finished getting a drink at the water fountain when I saw my teacher crying and running down the hallway. At this point I hade no idea what was happening, only that I've never seen my teacher in such agony. I made it back to my desk when another teacher came in to tell us what had happened. My teacher's brother was a pilot. He was supposed to be flying near flight 93. We learned that he didn't go up that day due to a heart problem. It was relieving to know that our teacher's brother was not involved, but it was another thing to witness the pain of the country. I remember going home from school that day and watching the recaps on the attacks. I'll never forget the first time I saw the planes hit. It was more difficult to see the buildings collapse though. The coverage was on every channel. I was young when the Murrah Building was bombed, so I just don't remember it quite like 9/11. Then came the news of possibly more attacks. The town next to me had a bulls eye on it; very prominent in the oil industry. I remember asking my mom what would happen if they bombed the plant. She said we probably wouldn't make it.
I stood there feeling bad about whoever was in the plane or helicopter, but not feeling anything ominous... THEN... I see it... It was almost like slow motion but it was moving so fast... So low... You didnít have time to gasp... It hit the second tower and disappeared, and suddenly the biggest fireball I have ever seen in my life just shoots wide and high into an ocean blue sky... Whoever wasnít stunned on the train suddenly screamed as everyone ran to the windows...
Brian (story excerpt)