On November 26, 2009, Thanksgiving day, I could hear men shouting, “ Give me everything!” outside of my house. My father had told us, children, to stay inside while he headed out into the chaos. My little sister began to weep so my older sister and I put some of her favorite music on but very low. “ Cierra los ojos y no pienses en lo que está pasando afuera. Close your eyes and don’t think about what’s happening outside.” She stopped sobbing and I was relieved. My little cousins did the same thing as my sister. I decided to take a peek at what was happening considering that my head had already been filled with curiosity. I saw two men wearing ski masks outside my house, one of them holding a bag and the other pointing a gun at my father. I
The September 11th terrorists' attack on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon has altered our perspective of the world in which we dwell. A nineteen year old Courage member told Fr. Harvey how she desires to reach out to everyone in these days of mourning. In doing so, she found her friends so open.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, exactly at 9:22 a.m., I woke up to start my day and turned my television on. Instantly, Fox News had reported that a commercial plane had smashed into the Twin Towers of New York City, just minutes earlier. While the story was certainly shocking, I wanted to know more and watched the horrific aftermath unfold, as it continued to happen. I remember an incredible feeling of sadness that I could do nothing to help the people in these buildings, as well as a great concern that more attempts could be made to create further tragedy elsewhere.
“Hey mom, look how low that plane is flying!”. “Oh my, that is dangerously close! Wait, that can’t be right. Why is it flying so low... and fast? Something must be wrong! Oh my God! It looks like it's about to crash into th…”. Ever wondered what the sound of anguish was like? If you were walking the streets of downtown New York City on September 11th, 2001, then you heard the sound of the desolation of a nation. On that day of despair, the US went through a series of four coordinated terrorist attacks by 19 members of the Islamic terrorist group Al-Qaeda (9/11 Attacks). Over 3,000 civilians were killed as a result from two hijacked planes flying into the World Trade Center in NYC, and another hijacked plane flying into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. (9/11 Attacks).
I will never forget the strange mix of terror and happiness in my fathers voice the afternoon of September 11, 2001. Knowing his proximity to the World Trade Center(3 blocks), and seeing the terrifying images of the attack on the television screen, I rushed to a phone after class and tried desperately to make contact. The moments that followed seemed like forever. Because of the tie-up in the phone lines, it took about 15 minutes to get through to New York. When I finally did get through, I was relieved to hear his familiar voice. He seemed to feel lucky that he had been fortunate enough to make it out of the terror alive. At the same time, he talked about the difficulty he was already having in getting the horrific events he had witnessed out of his mind. He recounted seeing both Towers fall and the searing images of groups of human beings jumping out of burning buildings hand in hand. Those indelible images will surely stay with him and with us for a lifetime.
Rapidly, two passenger planes, like envoys of terror, crashed into both towers of the World Trade Center. Pieces of debris came down with a terrifying thunder. Screams of terror could be heard through hearts of thousands people from all over the world. Ten minutes later, people all over the world with shocking fear could observe how two highest buildings of the world were collapsing carrying away thousands of innocent lives. People stood staring in awe at the empty space, which once was the Tenth Wonder of the World. Now, this is just a cloud of dust. Many firefighters and police officers rushed into the burning buildings to save innocent lives. At this time they weren’t thinking about their own lives.
The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.
What fun things do you do for Thanksgiving? Do you have any exciting activities that your family does? Thanksgiving is all about getting together with your family and saying what you are thankful for. Thanksgiving gives people the chance to get to know your family better. I think Thanksgiving is not only for people that believe in God, but for people that like to get together with families in general.
After a long day of training during AIT I went to go grab the daily newspaper of the Army. It was Memorial Day weekend, so the newspaper had a section of recent deaths that have happen. There were two deaths that stood out. There was a young soldier of 18 years old and next to him another a 19 soldier who both died in combat. After reading I decided at that moment once I go back to Dallas I would immediately sign up for community college and enjoy life because these two young men were not able to go get a higher education or really enjoy the fruits of life and academics.
Thanksgiving has been a traditional feast for my sisters and I, a holiday we looked forward to because it indicated no school and a time for all our family to come together. The usual attendees of Thanksgiving are from my mother’s side of the family, whom consist of my two aunts and their husbands, my mother’s two cousins and their husbands, and my six cousins, along with my parents and two younger sisters. My mother and aunts claim that they do invite some of their friends or cousins that I do see in other family occasions, but the core group is made up of the people listed above. The hosts of Thanksgiving are determined around the end of October, and unless my family are the hosts for Thanksgiving, my family and I have to travel to northern
They called it near miss but I called it divine intervention. It was Thanksgiving Day. The Cole family, John, Katie and their four kids had just finished dinner. The kids went back to playing video games. John sat in the recliner to watch TV but he fell asleep. Katie hummed a song of thanksgiving under her breath as she cleaned up the kitchen.
Throughout American history there are particular events and images deep-rooted our collective consciousness, Navy battleships sinking in Pearl Harbor, bombs dropping on Hiroshima, the marines raising the flag at Iwo-Jima, the assassination of President Kennedy, the first man stepping on the surface of the moon during Apollo 11, and Ronald Reagan demanding that the Soviets "tear down this wall." Certain images that can never be forgotten and the events of September 11th, 2001 was one of those days. On that day the United States was attacked by Islamic radicals funded and trained by a foreign dictatorship. These spineless men were sheltered by a unpitying regime, and the plan was carried out by cutthroats with enough cunning to order mass murder and destruction but not the bravery to come out from their own tunnels to do it. In the ashes more than 3,000 people were dead or missing, and innumerable more lives were devastated. On that day two thousand children lost a parent and we will never forget the images or video's of planes flying into the World Trade Center or the smoke rising from the Pentagon! We will never forget about the bravery and compassion of the men and women that raced into burning buildings to save the innocent people or those victims who died in a Pennsylvania field on a sunny morning. With this said this is not the purpose I am writing this. I am not writing this paper as a man trying to commemorate these horrific events or the heroes that lived so courageously and died defending our people of this country. I am writing this as a man who was just as bewildered as any other person that witnessed the day as the events unfolded. Since then the sadness and anguish experienced on that day has been diverted into passion and determination to discover what all the controversy was about, find out what really happened, and why there is so much deception
In the James family Thanksgiving is far from perfect but this year I wanted to change that. Know more playing Minecraft on the Xbox. It's just going to be chatting at the dinner table and eating till we pass out, while watching football. I was determined this will be the perfect Thanksgiving. But know I had to pick out my outfit for tomorrow.
My perfect fall day would take place on a cool, Saturday evening in October.I would wake up in the morning.Then i would eat some pancake and then i would take a shower,put on some clothes.I would talk to my mom,my grandmother,and my sister and we would laugh,talk.I would check social media and look at pictures and text my friends back.i would ask my mom ¨ Can i go outside¨ i asked,she would said ¨Have you finish your homework¨ she said, ¨yes,now can i go outside¨ i asked,¨yes,but ask your sister if she want to go outside too¨ she said,¨okay¨.Then i go outside and play with my friends,my friend would tell a joke ¨laughs¨.Then i would go back in the house and take a shower.Then i would check my social media, and do my streaks.Then when my sister