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9/11

A plane flies at 540mph. That’s fast. Really fast. Now, get that plane that flies at 30,000 feet and take it down to maybe 1,000. Maybe less. That’s low, and fast. Like a jetfighter, right? Jetfighters do that.

Boeings don’t.

So, here we are with our big Boeing 757, flying very low, very fast. Ok, so it could be over the sea with one person in it, right? Trained, right?

No.

Instead its fully laden. No pun intended, I promise you. It got bags and people. 300 perhaps. All on their way to America, happy holidays or returning on business. Until someone stands up with a bomb, threatening to destroy the plane if they are not given control of it.

Now, so far we have one Boeing 757, filled to the brim with passengers, baggage and a bomb, flying at a very low altitude. That’s dangerous. Luckily, we’re over the sea, aren’t we?

No.

Oh. Shit, land. Lets hope its Nevada, that’s a big desert, right?

Well yes, it does, but we’re over the east side. Coming up to New York. The big apple. An icon of New York. Aren’t there big buildings in New York? Yes.

And that’s what we’re heading for. At 540mph this large, wide, tall flying death trap will push into and through, one of the two tallest buildings, one of the World Trade Centre buildings.

People screaming, some on the phone to their loved ones, the plane screams with the same ferocity downwards, spiralling accurately down. Pilot removed form his seat, a mad terrorist in his place, confident, yet terrified. Thinks he’s doing the right thing. Thinks his God has told him so. Except no, religion is not to blame, how can something non-existent be to blame? So it’s his mad leader that sends it in, the plane.

People sat in their offices, working, look up to see a shiny silver object hurtling towards them, they scream seconds, if not milliseconds, before it hits.

The tip of the nose breaks the first piece of glass and from then on, nothing is silent. The plane decelerates because of iron, steel, and metals. Bursting through piece after piece of furniture and building as if it was on some sick mission to break out the other side and continue flying. People are ripped, torn, all because of a sick mind, burnt and incinerated. No chance for them.

People below hear a boom, a loud boom, something so loud, so colossal it shakes the building, the ground and for blocks around. They all run outside, everyone, the streets filled like ants to a picnic. Quite a terrifying picnic, I might add.

Shortly after another human filled missile hits the other tower. Now there both on fire, hundreds screaming and emergency services everywhere are in a great rush. One mind. One sick mind.

They fall; a rumble encases the city like the cloud of dust that swallows people as those people run from what they ran too, to see what was going on.

Now fallen, the two most significant buildings in the western world have fallen. Two buildings, but not only that, two icons – They showed freedom, power, economic wealth and the prosperity of a country, one sick mind wouldn’t allow that... And there shall be revenge; for now, three years on, we still remember, still recognise.

And we, British and American alike, will end terrorism.

Description
9/11

A plane flies at 540mph. That’s fast. Really fast. Now, get that plane that flies at 30,000 feet and take it down to maybe 1,000. Maybe less. That’s low, and fast. Like a jetfighter, right? Jetfighters do that.

Boeings don’t.

So, here we are with our big Boeing 757, flying very low, very fast. Ok, so it could be over the sea with one person in it, right? Trained, right?

No.

Instead its fully laden. No pun intended, I promise you. It got bags and people. 300 perhaps. All on their way to America, happy holidays or returning on business. Until someone stands up with a bomb, threatening to destroy the plane if they are not given control of it.

Now, so far we have one Boeing 757, filled to the brim with passengers, baggage and a bomb, flying at a very low altitude. That’s dangerous. Luckily, we’re over the sea, aren’t we?

No.

Oh. Shit, land. Lets hope its Nevada, that’s a big desert, right?

Well yes, it does, but we’re over the east side. Coming up to New York. The big apple. An icon of New York. Aren’t there big buildings in New York? Yes.

And that’s what we’re heading for. At 540mph this large, wide, tall flying death trap will push into and through, one of the two tallest buildings, one of the World Trade Centre buildings.

People screaming, some on the phone to their loved ones, the plane screams with the same ferocity downwards, spiralling accurately down. Pilot removed form his seat, a mad terrorist in his place, confident, yet terrified. Thinks he’s doing the right thing. Thinks his God has told him so. Except no, religion is not to blame, how can something non-existent be to blame? So it’s his mad leader that sends it in, the plane.

People sat in their offices, working, look up to see a shiny silver object hurtling towards them, they scream seconds, if not milliseconds, before it hits.

The tip of the nose breaks the first piece of glass and from then on, nothing is silent. The plane decelerates because of iron, steel, and metals. Bursting through piece after piece of furniture and building as if it was on some sick mission to break out the other side and continue flying. People are ripped, torn, all because of a sick mind, burnt and incinerated. No chance for them.

People below hear a boom, a loud boom, something so loud, so colossal it shakes the building, the ground and for blocks around. They all run outside, everyone, the streets filled like ants to a picnic. Quite a terrifying picnic, I might add.

Shortly after another human filled missile hits the other tower. Now there both on fire, hundreds screaming and emergency services everywhere are in a great rush. One mind. One sick mind.

They fall; a rumble encases the city like the cloud of dust that swallows people as those people run from what they ran too, to see what was going on.

Now fallen, the two most significant buildings in the western world have fallen. Two buildings, but not only that, two icons – They showed freedom, power, economic wealth and the prosperity of a country, one sick mind wouldn’t allow that... And there shall be revenge; for now, three years on, we still remember, still recognise.

And we, British and American alike, will end terrorism.