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Array ( [sid] => 59178 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hitting Home [time] => 2004-08-06 20:53:37 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I looked across
the meadows and marshes
of Hewlett Bay,
and watched the New York
skyline fade,
obscured,
by billows of clouds,
black smoke rising
on the horizon,
as towers fell
on the city
below.

A plane had crashed
into the Twin Towers.

An accident?
But, then a second
plane hit.

An attack?
Lies, rumors . . .
An act of war?
Unreality . . .

WAR
abstract,
impersonal,
fought by soldiers
in a foreign land.
But, now the horror strikes
my own backyard.

The Towers, beacons
of America toppled.
3000 people dead,
missing,

firefighters, police,
office workers
people from my
neighborhood,
alumni of my high school,
people I knew,
one of the firemen,
my son’s football coach,
people I met,
people I passed
on the street,
everyday people,
gone!

War is now
a very personal
reality. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 8 [informant] => pvd [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 24 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )

Hitting Home

Contributed by pvd on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 08:53:37 PM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

I looked across
the meadows and marshes
of Hewlett Bay,
and watched the New York
skyline fade,
obscured,
by billows of clouds,
black smoke rising
on the horizon,
as towers fell
on the city
below.

A plane had crashed
into the Twin Towers.

An accident?
But, then a second
plane hit.

An attack?
Lies, rumors . . .
An act of war?
Unreality . . .

WAR
abstract,
impersonal,
fought by soldiers
in a foreign land.
But, now the horror strikes
my own backyard.

The Towers, beacons
of America toppled.
3000 people dead,
missing,

firefighters, police,
office workers
people from my
neighborhood,
alumni of my high school,
people I knew,
one of the firemen,
my son’s football coach,
people I met,
people I passed
on the street,
everyday people,
gone!

War is now
a very personal
reality.

Copyright Â© pvd ... [ 2004-08-06 20:53:37]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Hitting Home (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 09:21:51 PM AEST
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I've not yet attempted to write about 9/11. It is almost too enormous for words... enormous in it's entirety but also in very specific moments--- some of which you mentioned here. This is painfully relatable... I had the same kind of thoughts--- the terribly transition from thinking it an accident to realizing it was intentional when that second plane hit. And then... the stream of thoughts rushing forth in an effort to understand what it was all about..

You've presented a painful memory with quiet eloquence... the type of reflecting that could only come after some time has passed. Your ending is a horrid reality... sadly it is now, very very different. This piece absolutely does "hit home".

Well done...
SNM

Re: Hitting Home (User Rating: 1 )
by WinterFawn on Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 09:41:11 AM AEST
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It is amazing how many people this tragedy touched and changed. "War is now a very personal reality". This is the perfect ending for this piece. Brilliant and true in every way.

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