9/11 True Narrative

It was a sunny day here in New Jersey, I was getting ready to go see the Twin towers memorial the next day."Julie! Come down here please we need to talk!"said my mother.

Chris murry 3rd and hes team of navys on may 5 2009 we was sent to pakanstan to kill osama ben liden. I came to the army because of 9/11. I wanted to be the one to take the leader of 9/11 down. So from 2002 to 2009 i was training. But that year i knew we was going to catch him. We was getting the helacoter ready for the mission and my sargent gave me two other people to go with me. We was on our way to pakastan. The helacoter put us 10 miles from the hide out. So we walked for 10 miles and there it was the hide out. There was a big wall and it was quiet. We clamed over the wall and was attacked. We hide behinde this big rock. And while my partners was distrating them i ran behind the hideout and clamed in the north windeo. Then i started to

The morning of September 11th, 2001 began like any other day for most Americans. All across the country, millions prepared for their commute to school or work, while aboard four doomed airliners, hundreds of passengers huddled in fear of nineteen now infamous hijackers. By the end of the day, thousands would be dead or missing and a country would be left reeling by the worst terror attack in world history. 9/11 is perhaps the most significant cultural and political event in the history of the United States of America, and anyone who was alive that day and old enough to remember the events as they took place can tell you about the utterly unique combination of fear, shock, and rage felt by every American as they watched two of the largest buildings in the world, symbols of New York City as recognizable as the Statue of Liberty itself, crumble into a heap of rumble on the streets of Manhattan. Yet, like with many events in human history that are almost too large or devastating to comprehend, it didn’t take long for some people to begin trying to make sense of what occurred by theorizing about government complacency or complicity in the attacks. These theories, often supported mostly by photos and video footage that is put forth as inconsistent with the official story, usually revolve around claims that the destruction wrought by the hijackers could not have been accomplished through plane crashes like the ones that occurred on 9/11. While sometimes compelling, these claims of

"I think I'm fading." Namuh's eyes widened. Namuh collapsed. Star was swept away, with a stellar display. The universe shook, but not in a violent way. Namuh slept for 2 weeks.

Claire Alistar shifts in her seat to cross her right ankle primly over her left and readjusts her large, black sunglasses so that they sit farther down on her nose so that she looks even more unimpressed. "Beck got caught during a job in cicily? Really? Cicily?"

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

True story - my grandmother said this to me when revealing that my mother had an affair with her step father (grandmother's second husband) -"It ain't abuse if you are on top". My mother told everyone the narrative that she was sexually abused by her step father. I asked my grandmother about this horrible thing and was promptly set straight about the reality. My grandmother walked in on her daughter and husband with the daughter on

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

Her voice was telling me to stay calm, this is normal,everyone goes through this. But I knew that something was wrong, it stung and I was not supposed to feel anything. Every kid gets a contact in their eye when they turned 11, today was my 11th birthday. I felt them touch my eye, she told me that the contact was in, and my world went dark……

"This is 911, what is your emergency?" A desperate eleven year old girl tried to answer the operator's question, but all I could manage were sobs.

“Don’t look down” the wind whispers tenderly as it blows through my golden trusses. Trifling detailed fragments of snow fall from the skies above, meeting the horizon. They are the calmness in this storm. My storm. The jagged icy glaciers, sharp as a knife, smooth as silk, tower overhead. Every breath I take is a battle, every thought is a war and every step is one closer to the end.

The catastrophic day of 9/11 will always be remembered as a day of loss, and a day that made America stronger. I interviewed my mother, Iryna Getman on this horrific day. My mother immigrated here in July of 2001 from Berdyansk, Ukraine. Here is her story.

September 9th started like any other day, but it didn’t take long before it was the strangest day I’d had in awhile. I came to school at 7 am since it was early in the year, and I still was adjusting to my new classes and new students. The new year was one I was especially looking forward to. I had just won the Teacher of the Year award after only my third year and my students and I all created a bond.

The morning of 9/11 I wasn’t going to go to work because I had an allergy appointment,

As usual she was lying on her bed watching time tick by, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. She did not like changes in her routine; she needed things to be just as they were. The ball of wool on the table had to be exactly 5cm away from the lamp, the bed linen needed to be colour co-ordinated and symmetrical and the books on the shelf had to be arranged in alphabetical order. A sudden screeching howl from outside threw off her concentration. “Oh my, what mongrel could that be at this hour of the day?” she screams out. She begrudgingly shuffles towards the window to determine what wretched being had disturbed her. As the sun rises from the horizon she shivers and pulls her coat closer to her body as the warmth of the sun