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The Life of Frank Mossino (standard:other, 1358 words) | |||
Author: kickboxrko | Added: Jul 17 2002 | Views/Reads: 3554/2238 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Basically it tells the story of how a young man grew up to witness a infamous attack on the center of our community. The Big Apple, New York City. It is a simple story yet tells a lot more then perceived. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story I feel the earth shaking, the plane is so close. I'm right down the block from the World Trade Center. I see the plane heading straight for it. I think the plane is going to go around it. It gets closer. I say outloud “This has to be a movie clip” People are around me. There's confusion in their faces. I whip out my camera and load it like a gunslinger loads his ammo. I take a couple of shots of the plane. But my real focus is the faces of the disgruntled crowd. We all wait. Finally, to our utter and complete amazement, the plane hits the tower!! People are screaming now. I try to assure them that this is New York, that this is just a movie clip. But then the smoke comes. I cover my face, but it doesn't come in my direction. Time passes. I look down. I see the rocks on the street shaking and I once again, cast my gaze upwards. There I see a second plane flying towars the tower. It happens much faster now. I take a few shots, all while in utter awe. People around start to relize whats going on. It's a terrorist attack. A terror attack. I relized this also. It saddens me. I'm not a really a beleiver in god but, then and there I prayed to god, I asked god if this was the begaining of the end. The Apocylse. I received no answer but I didn't believe that he didn't hear me. In the distance, I saw an angry pile of smoke billowing down the street, engulfing all in its path. I took some shots, as long as I could, before I had to run. While I ran I saw some horrible things. Some people who couldn't make it. Some people did horrible things. It saddened me what people would do in the face of terror. I'm ashamed at the human race and what it has become. I fear for what will happen to us in the future, if this continues to happen. That day changed my life. I'll never forget. I'll never forget what I saw. Right now, this very moment, I'm in a military stlye plane, 30,000 feet over Afghanistan. But I'm not shootin down planes. I'm shootin down love. And food for the poor and homeless. That month, that sad month of September, I joined the Air Force. I got a job helping people not killing them. I still take photo's. Photo's of the innocent people dying because of a single groups ideas. America is great, is powerful and kind. Right? But, we shouldn't be looking to attack the innocent. Sure, we all want revenge. But are we looking in the right place? Hoping for peace, "EDGAR" Tweet
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