September 11th 2001

Arriving home that afternoon, .......... the TV flickered in the room ................ with pictures of a smoke-filled azure sky above a city on the edge of doom........... Eyes fixed on the screen in silent shock . as the tears coursed down my cheeks. ... That memory vivid still remains ........... through the intervening weeks.

 

People screaming, running scared ........ from ground zero that day; ................. and those thousands in the towers ....... who couldn't get away. ....................... The phonecalls from the topmost floors to wives and friends and kin. ............... Those final quiet strained goodbyes ...... from the people trapped within.

 

The cloud of dust that wrapped ............ around the needles of New York. .......... That sad defenceless city's throat .......... attacked by a hawk. .............................. The horror, violence and bastardy ........ of an Islamic faith subverted. ............... The faith of peace, hope and love ......... by fundamentalists perverted.

 

The towers crumpled as the people died on that horrendous day, ....................... but the spitit of humanity .................... refused to fade away. ........................... The city lives and breathes again .......... immune from terror's vise. ................... The town that is New York. New York. So good they named it twice.

Dave G Fawcett. October 2001

 

In memory of those who died in the attack on the World Trade Centre and in memory of those who gave their lives selflessly in their devotion to duty.