I remember 9-11: from a Canadian perspective
The fifth year anniversary of the events that took place on that dreadful September day has just came by as if it were just yesterday. I remember watching footage being played for the millionth time as the planes collided into the World Trade Center.
The tears from my eyes soaked the desk in front of me. At the end of that Social Studies Class, I tried to focus on my studies and ignore anything in relation of the attacks. However, I couldn’t – we were kept in the loophole by the faculty. I just wanted the day to end, a day where hell broke loose on earth.
School was let out at the usual time. I remember getting into my mother’s car for the ten minute car ride home as I feel asleep to nap, as I normally did. I watched myself standing in one of the towers watching the plane approach me, I tried to turn and make for the stairwell, I couldn’t move, returning my head to the window as I watched the incoming commercial jetliner on a direct collision course, hearing the screams of my colleagues fill my ears, yelling for me to run for the door. Soon after the aircraft struck the building, I woke up screaming and crying out loud.
Soon after my mother opened the doors, I rushed into the house and ran into the room where I continued to cry until one of my dogs came into the room, wondering what all the commotion was about. As she heard me mourning, she jumped onto my bed as she tried to cheer me up by digging her head into my side.
I looked at her, trying to smile as I broke down into crying again as her innocence reminded me of innocent people who were killed in the attacks: World Trade Center, Pentagon, United Airlines Flight 93, American Airlines Flight 77, United Airlines Flight 175 and American Airlines Flight 11. The hijackers hate us for the freedoms that we endure. They hate it so much they are willing to give us the fight for our lives.
On the first anniversary of the attacks, my mother received a PowerPoint presentation forwarded from a friend. It was a slide show of pictures that died in the attacks. I couldn’t help myself but to burst down in tears, stand up from the couch’s arm behind the computer and run into my parents’ room as I lay on their bed. My mom feeling guilty ran into the room, where she comforted me and understanding that I was sensitive when it came to the death of innocent people.
For the rest of my life, I’ll never forget. I’ll always remember those who died for the cause of freedom and liberty. I am proud to say as a Canadian, I am dedicated and supportive of our troops in Afghanistan. Our mission should be committed there until they are no longer needed.
Even if it’s a long period of time, Mr. Layton forgets Canada’s dedication to peacemaking and peacekeeping duties to the international community. He has also accused Prime Minister Stephen Harper of being a war monger for being supportive of an extension on the Afghan mission. Your wrong again, Mr. Layton. Leave foreign policy decisions to the professionals (Liberals). Hit the road Jack, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
My grandmother tried to talk me into going to watch United 93 and World Trade Center with my brother. I refused too. I tried to explain to her, I don’t think I am reading to go watch a films based around 9-11. It’s soon for me. I believe it is too soon for Hollywood to be profiting on the attacks with so far two film adaptations and a mini-series.
