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September the 12th
Sep. 12th, 2004 06:08 amThe attack on September the 11th for me, only lasted half an hour. The West Wing finished at 11.30pm. The news began, and soon it was September 12th. That was when my parents and my sister and I watched the buildings fall down.
It was a strange morning when I went to university. No one talked on the train. Occasionally a phone would ring and people talked in quiet, hushed voices. In Brisbane there were newspaper sellers on the corners, a return to the time of my Grandfather. The bar near the train station lured in patrons by offering "CNN all day".
There was a television set up in the library. The last time I remember it being there was during the 2000 Olympics. People paused and watched, in one large group. I rang my friend whose brother was flying into New York from London. His plane had been turned back.
President Bush spoke while I was in the refec. I have never seen that building quiet during lunch time. On September the 12th, you could have heard a pin drop. We all wanted to know what was going to happen next.
My first class that day was US politics. My lecturer was late. He'd worked in New York, in one of the smaller buildings at the bottom of the towers. He'd just found out that his former work mates were alright. One of the American students in our class wasn't as lucky. A friend of his family was missing.
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Today I remember September the 11th 2004. I also remember Bali, Madrid, Beslan, and the Australian embassy in Jakarta
It was a strange morning when I went to university. No one talked on the train. Occasionally a phone would ring and people talked in quiet, hushed voices. In Brisbane there were newspaper sellers on the corners, a return to the time of my Grandfather. The bar near the train station lured in patrons by offering "CNN all day".
There was a television set up in the library. The last time I remember it being there was during the 2000 Olympics. People paused and watched, in one large group. I rang my friend whose brother was flying into New York from London. His plane had been turned back.
President Bush spoke while I was in the refec. I have never seen that building quiet during lunch time. On September the 12th, you could have heard a pin drop. We all wanted to know what was going to happen next.
My first class that day was US politics. My lecturer was late. He'd worked in New York, in one of the smaller buildings at the bottom of the towers. He'd just found out that his former work mates were alright. One of the American students in our class wasn't as lucky. A friend of his family was missing.
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Today I remember September the 11th 2004. I also remember Bali, Madrid, Beslan, and the Australian embassy in Jakarta
