The Life of Frank Mossino (standard:other, 1358 words)
Author: kickboxrko	Added: Jul 17 2002	Views/Reads: 3380/2112	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Basically it tells the story of how a young man grew up to witness a infamous attack on the center of our community. The Big Apple, New York City. It is a simple story yet tells a lot more then perceived.

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I feel the earth shaking, the plane is so close. I'm right down the 
block from the World Trade Center. I see the plane heading straight for 
it. I think the plane is going to go around it. It gets closer. I say 
outloud “This has to be a movie clip” People are around me. There's 
confusion in their faces. I whip out my camera and load it like a 
gunslinger loads his ammo. I take a couple of shots of the plane. But 
my real focus is the faces of the disgruntled crowd. We all wait. 
Finally, to our utter and  complete amazement, the plane hits the 
tower!! People are screaming now. I try to assure them that this is New 
York, that this is just a movie clip. But then the smoke comes. I cover 
my face, but it doesn't come in my direction. Time passes. I look down. 
I see the rocks on the street shaking and I once again, cast my gaze 
upwards. There I see a second plane flying towars the tower. It happens 
much faster now. I take a few shots, all while in utter awe. People 
around start to relize whats going on. It's a terrorist attack. A 
terror attack. I relized this also. It saddens me. I'm not a really a 
beleiver in god but, then and there I prayed to god, I asked god if 
this was the begaining of the end. The Apocylse. I received no answer 
but I didn't believe that he didn't hear me. In the distance, I saw an 
angry pile of smoke billowing down the street, engulfing all in its 
path. I took some shots, as long as I could, before I had to run. While 
I ran I saw some horrible things. Some people who couldn't make it. 
Some people did horrible things. It saddened me what people would do in 
the face of terror. I'm ashamed at the human race and what it has 
become. I fear for what will happen to us in the future, if this 
continues to happen. That day changed my life. I'll never forget. I'll 
never forget what I saw. Right now, this very moment, I'm in a military 
stlye plane, 30,000 feet over Afghanistan. But I'm not shootin down 
planes. I'm shootin down love. And food for the poor and homeless. That 
month, that sad month of September, I joined the Air Force. I got a job 
helping people not killing them. I still take photo's. Photo's of the 
innocent people dying because of a single groups ideas. America is 
great, is powerful and kind. Right? But, we shouldn't be looking to 
attack the innocent. Sure, we all want revenge. But are we looking in 
the right place? 

Hoping for peace, "EDGAR" 


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