Monday, Bloody Monday.

Where am I?

Wowsa, I can't believe that I almost missed this post...

Not that 9-11 was a Monday, it was a Tuesday, actually.

Do you remember that faithful day?

I know that I shant forget.

5 years and it's one of my most vivid memories of that year.

It will likely outlast the others.

Many of you may have heard the story I have told, some of you just reminisce on that fateful day.

It often comes up, and not related just to the anniversary.

What were we all doing?

Me? I was in school.

Honest to God, that was the first day that I missed the morning news in years.

Always up on the events before school.

I came in and there were already whisperings of the attacks.

Rediculous! we whispered for fear of the truth.

I knew then the ramifications of such an attack. I was a sophmore and I knew that the country would not sit and watch that, we would be at war.



Rediculous.

So much so that the class passed, dismissing the rumors.

In our arrogance, our safety, we couldn't be made to believe.

A fool.

I entered my Physics class, unknown to me that Mr. Summerhays knew all too well the news.

I smiled at him, the bright morning waking me up, and had the nerve to ask him to his sullen face 'Who died?'. I honestly don't remember saying that or not, but I did say something equally as rediculous.

At that moment, he just looked up to our little TV where I noticed, for the first and last time that year, that CNN was on it. How odd, this is Physics, not... Oh my God, those big buildings are on fire.

And here we are, reality.

We watched the aftermath of the collapsing towers.

They had fallen by the time school started, and it never really ever did start that day.

It ended when those towers fell.

Those of us with family, an entire country away, left for home to seek comfort in friends and family.

I stayed to see it with my history teacher.

I don't honestly remember anything beyond Physics. Just that the day continued and we argued for the next month about the degree of retribution we felt was needed and we could get away with.

Arguments of "let's nuke the bastards" to me on both ends of the spectrum.

The startling realizations that our world was still fragile and the surface of buildings I had never known, about a religion I had seldom heard of.

Then the changing of our world.

Simultaneously blocking the buildings' very existence from memory and record, and yet using it as the Alamo, remember 9-11. I'm sure that ordinance was delivered with that mantra.

Here we are, five years later.

Our unity is still greater than before the attacks, if not more polarised, unfortunate to see us fracture again so easily.

I have faith that we are doing as we must, no matter what the nay-sayers might bellow and sloganize to have us march to their drums. I see no alternative to what has come to pass.

We can play with fancy and ideology all we want, but the line was drawn for us. We are merely competing for survival now.

I fear a coming storm of more and more glut of war, but so does every generation believe that there's will be the last.

I doubt it.

Much the same as we thought India and Pakistan would end the world many years ago, something will give, someone will call the bluff, or it really will be the end.

I have faith.