Fallen

It was ten years ago, but it's hard to believe it's been so long since the towers fell. Ash and smoke flew about as the airplanes crashed. Today the flags stay at half mast, the star spangled banner blowing in the breeze, people recognizing the dead.

Why do we have to be in wars? The battling is foolish. Why do people have to feel hatred? The hatred is reasonless. Today, someone asked me to give a reason why it would make sense for someone to crash planes into towers. I thought for a moment, but I don't know the answer why someone would do such a thing. There is no reasonable answer. Because there is no plausible reason.

I only vaguely remember what I was doing ten years ago. I was in preschool, and I remember saying the Pledge of Allegiance to the flags, and having some understanding that something bad had happened. As I've grown older I've realized what actually happened those many years ago. People died in the planes, people died in the towers. And there's nothing America can do, is there? They can't resurrect the dead. Because no matter how they act, no one is perfect.