The event that I chose to write about is the terrible catastrophe of 9/11. The setting takes place in NY city where my aunt and I were on vacation. It is cold today in NY as we walk downtown doing a little bit of site seeing. My aunt was feeling a bit tired and we decided to hail a taxi. As my aunt was complaining about her feet, and me joking to her, we heard an explosion. The taxi driver turns up the radio and we hear the reporter say, “it looks like a possible terrorist attack”. With so much mayhem, traffic was stopped and we could no longer take the taxi, so we got out and ran down the street. When we get to the hotel we were staying at, they would not let anyone in yet. While we were waiting for the hotel to open up, all I see is people
running by, screaming, and crying. We hear another crash but this one is much louder. As the first building was falling to the ground, the doors to our hotel opened. As soon as we get in our hotel room, I look out window and black smoke was filling the streets. While I reached to turn on the tv, we hear the second building fall. I immediately try to find a news channel to see what happened. I finally found one and as we watched in shock the news reporter said, “this was no accident, this was a terrorist attack”. After the news went off my aunt turned off the tv and all you could hear throughout the streets was car alarms and fire trucks. We could not sleep and ended up staying up all night thinking about the horror of what happened on that cool fall day on 9/11.
Imagine walking up on the scene of that fateful day of 9/11 knowing absolutely nothing apart from the talk around you, seeing the black smoke accumulating around the World Trade Centers, hearing the blare of sirens as the police cars accelerate by. Thomas Beller knew what all those things felt like. He was a simple pedestrian riding his bike going about his everyday life when he saw the black smoke, heard the sirens, and felt the whip of the police cars speeding by. Beller had no clue what was going on when he approached the scene, but in his personal narrative “The Ashen Guy” he explains his recollection of what he experienced on that historical day. Beller uses tones such as chaotic, nervous, confused, and worry to illustrate a picture of what it was like for him to approach the World Trade Center.
One of the most devastating terrorist attacks in United States history, 9/11, has taken the
September 11th, 2001 is one of the worst days in the United States of America’s history by far. It all began at 8:45am when a stolen airplane crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center. Many people believed that this was...
There were numerous events and threats leading up to the terrorists attacks on the World Trade Center which left chaos amongst the streets of downtown New York City and would leave America and its families devastated and prone to change after this infamous date in our nation’s history. What happened on September 11th, 2001 was without a doubt both horrific and ill natured. Multiple terrorists hijacked several US airliners that would later be flown into the North and South towers, the Pentagon, and also an unintended area in Pennsylvania. It can be said that the United States of America was unprepared and vulnerable for these occurrences.
Historical Fiction It was a bright sunny morning in New York on September 11, 2001. I was visiting my friend Olivia. She worked for the Aon company in the south tower. She went to work about 10 minutes after I got there. So I decided to take a tour around the city.
The essay I choose to respond to is "I Stayed to Fight" by Mona Eltahawy. I picked this essay because I still remember very vividly what I was doing and my exact location when I saw the towers burning for the first time. I was in the fourth grade walking down the hall on my way to the rest room, I peered into an empty classroom because I noticed that a huge fire was on the screen. I figured it was just some building and recall how big and tall I thought they were. When my siblings and I walked in the door that day after school it was already on our living room television. My mother then explained to us what the importance of those buildings and how they had caught on fire. I couldn 't believe it when she had told us airplanes had caused the explosions and giant flames, I knew it wasn 't an accident at that point.
On September 11, 2001 terrorists crashed two American airline airplanes into Twin Towers, killing thousands of people. It was the worst terrorist attack in American history and it showed us that we are not protected by Atlantic and Pacific. It showed us that we could be attacked by anyone at anytime. It showed us that if we will be attacked again that we can only depend on each other and not on other nations to help us. The 9/11 changed people forever, some lost family members or friends, others lost their jobs even so called “American Dream.”
There were islamics that got on airplanes, including United Airlines Flight 93, American Airlines Flight 11, American Airlines Flight 77, and United Airlines 175 and hijacked them because they wanted to carry out suicidal attacks on targets that they already planned. The group targeting the world trade center was al-Qaeda, an islamic extremist terrorist system started by Osama bin Laden. On September 11, 2001, four planes were headed for California when they were hijacked by members of al Qaeda. Nineteen terrorists took knives onto the planes and took control over them shortly after they departed into the air. The first flight was an American Airlines Boeing 767 leaving from Boston.
I remember when I was 10 or 11 I used to live up the street from a nice family I played with there
The Oklahoma City Bombing was the worst terrorists act on American soil until the September 11th attack in New York. To some, it was a normal day dropping their child off at daycare and heading up the elevator to their office, but little did they know, that morning would haunt them for the rest of their lives. The Oklahoma City Bombing, caused by Timothy McVeigh who was sentenced to death, led to a new outlook for Americans on terrorism.
"Let's go, hurry up before the plane leaves!" Daryl said. Daryl Burns was a CSIS agent, a middle aged man, who had a flattop hairstyle, short stubble beard, and was wearing a tuxedo, living in Toronto. He had his badge tucked into his vest, his S&W pistol tucked into his back pocket, and his taser in his front pockets. He, was here with about seventy other CSIS agents, because forty minutes before they entered into the airport, they got intel that the notorious murderer, Hank Baker was last seen entering the airport. "Okay, two agents, per airplane, I want you to check the plane that you're assigned to, top to bottom, up, and down, corner to corner, I don't care how long it takes, if it's the last thing you do, we
To start with a quick sum up, on 11 September 2001, Islamist extremists stolen four airplanes that were flying above the US. Two of them were flown into the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York. Another was crashed into the Pentagon, Washington DC. The fourth airplane crashed into a field, 80 miles from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
The tragedies of September 11, 2001 (the day that changed U.S.) and September 19, 1985 were very shocking for everyone, and will stay forever in our memories, I wasn’t born yet when IT trembled in Mexico, but some classmate’s parents say they felt the tremor here in Veracruz. I remember very little the Twin Towers event, but I remember that I was 8 years old and my neighbor gave me a puppy, it was my first dog, and was born that tragedy day and loved him very much. I called him Scooby-Doo. The twin Towers were built by architect Minoru Yamasaki, were inaugurated in 1973, each tower had 110 stories and were located in Lower Manhattan, New York City, United States.
The rain mocks me as I ease my frame into the parole van. I mutter, trailing off my thoughts as an officer disapproves of me in the rear vision mirror. A month of numbing cell beds, restless nights and tormenting words was starting to take its toll, though as the countryside begins to blossom into township, I find the energy I urgently need to defend myself. While reminiscing, I study the raindrops as they chase each other down the windows, hurtling at speeds at which I can only hope my life will pass at while I'm in prison. Clandestinely, water decides to pool on the roads, adapting to the controlling drainage systems. Aren’t we all a part of a system? Everything is simplistic, yet unimaginable, like my charge. I am lost in society.
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.