Dedication I dedicate this piece to my Uncle Ken for letting me interview him about this topic. Thank you very much my dear Uncle Ken
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Table of Contents Dedication
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Foreword Historical Narrative Packet Historical Narrative About the Author
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Foreword On September 11 2001, at 8:46am the twin towers also known as the World Trade Center were attacked by hijacked plane. The plane had crashed through the twin towers causing them to collapse to the ground. The attack killed 2,753 people.
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Historical Narrative Written as describe by and from the viewpoint of my Uncle Ken: My alarm rang. I reached out over the bed to shut it off. Cristin wasn’t there. She must have headed out early to get in a workout before work. I dragged myself out of bed and padded over to the small kitchen of our one bedroom apartment. The wooden floor was cold beneath my feet. Summer was over. Otherwise, it was a normal workday morning as far as I could tell. The New Jersey shoreline was covered in a light mist with the slow changing of summer to fall. I noticed this as I looked out the window while I waited for the coffee machine to percolate. With my steaming cup of coffee I began to get ready to leave for work. Showered, dressed for work and fortified by caffeine, I walked to the station. The day started like any other work day. I imagined no more and no less. My commute into the City was generally crowded and gave a way no clues to the upcoming disaster of the day. Reaching my stop I hopped of the train and followed the flow of human traffic to the surface past the B2 Lower Concourse. I thought, ‘Great, I will make it to work just a little before 9:00am’. I reached the slightly misty street. People were busily heading off in all directions. I walked past a few groups of huddled people lighting up cigarettes and dragging on the smoke deeply. The last hit of nicotine before entering their buildings. A couple of people were buying one dollar coffee in polystyrene cups from the homeless man who sold coffee out of big Gatorade thermos he pushed around in a shopping cart. He was always there. You could depend on him for a strong cup of coffee. Suddenly, there was a huge explosion that sounded like it was coming from the opposite side of Vesey Street it sound like a cruise ship had crashed into a pier, but louder, like I imagine the Titanic must have done when it ran into the iceberg. Screeching and screaming followed with people running away from the station entrance. The Twin Towers began to collapse as smoke filled the air. The smoke burned as I breathed it in. Flames rose in the air as the smoke of the flames. There was shards of glass falling to the ground from the resonating impact. Strangely calm I began coughing as a storm of dust filled the air. I was far enough away to watch the panic in wonder. I didn’t really hear anything for awhile. It was kind of like a silent black and white movie.
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Then the reality stuck. Some type of disaster had just occurred some terror. Sirens began to wail and traffic became chaotic. People beeping their horns. People taking pictures of the destruction. People fleeing toward their homes and shopkeeper locking their doors or pulling down the shutters. My immediate reaction was to move away from the area making sure that I was safe. Then I began to move not toward my office, but toward my wife’s workplace. Where was she in this panic? She had left the house earlier than me to go to the gym before work. I reached for my cell phone. I called and somehow got through to her with the awful chaotic panic swelling behind me like a tsunami breaking against the shore . She was fine, but no one knew what was happening. Some people were saying the twin towers were bombed. Some were saying planes crashed into the towers. No one was really sure. I started dodging through the crowd toward Cristin. People with cameras and phones in their hands were filming the chaos like it was a reality TV show. The essence and true nature of the disaster had not yet filtered through. The onlookers were still seeing it all through a lense of disbelief. Reality was suspended and it was as if we were living in a movie. The consequences of what would happen when the dust settled were only flecks of imagination. The basic instinct of survival was stronger and more pressuring. The biological ‘flight or fight’ response switch in everyone’s brain had flicked. The panic fuse was blown. It seemed like the apocalypse had arrived. The end of the world was upon us.
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About the Author Lyn Ozgun was born in turkey on June 21st 2004. She lives in Istanbul with her family. Lyn loves horse riding and owns two horses. Lyn loves being with her friends and with her horses. Lyn is also a student at Istanbul International Community School.
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Bibliography Works Cited Ken. “Historical Narrative .” Oct. 2016. “TWIN TOWERS OF MIND, OF HEART.” EBSCO, web.a.ebscohost.com/src_ic/detail/detail? vid=2&sid=40d54884-67c8-4378-aaac7e706ab3d827%40sessionmgr4006&hid=4107&bdata=#an=5 865488&db=trh. Wainwright, Oliver. “New York's Twin Towers – the 'Filing Cabinets' That Became Icons of America: a History of Cities in 50 Buildings, Day 40.” The Guardian, Guardian News and Media (Follet Destiny), 20 May 2015, www.theguardian.com/cities/2015/may/20/world-tradecenter-twin-towers-new-york-911-history-cities-day-40. “World Trade Center.” Britannica School, school.eb.co.uk/levels/intermediate/article/574633. “World Trade Center: September 11 Attacks.” Britannica School , school.eb.co.uk/levels/intermediate/article/574633/media.
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