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Nineth Month, Eleventh Day

Nineth Month, Eleventh Day

It was a gorgeous day with a deep blue sky,
A picture perfect postcard without having to try,
New York put on a sight and it was great to be alive,
Generations will talk about this, and why so many people died.

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American Airlines 11, with 92 people onboard,
Took off from Boston Airport, and in the sky it soared,
The flight was bound for interstate, West to sunny LA,
But this one of many flights, who will not make it today.

United Airlines 175, Took off at eight fourteen,
Also enroute to sunny LA, the passengers set and keen,
The plane had taken off okay, and no one suspected a thing,
People onboard were excited, of what plane trips can bring.

Eight Nineteen Flight 11 crew, alerted the ground crew,
Who in turn notified the FBI, they would know what to do,
American Airlines 77, Took off from Dulles International,
With 64 people on the plane, it's starting to sound irrational.

At Eight Twenty Four from Flight 11, a huge mistake was made,
Two accidental transmissions, from the hijacker who I will not name,
He attempted to radio the other planes, to show he had the gall,
But instead of informing the other planes, he told the ground control.

Air traffic controllers at the FAA, alerts Aerospace defense,
They are to scramble two fighter jets, to ascertain Flight 11 intents,
Meanwhile at Newark Airport, United Airlines 93,
Bound for San Francisco, with 44 people in seats.

At Eight Forty Six it was all too real, Flight 11 reaches its mark,
And crashes into the Northern tower, the day had turned to dark,
The impact killed everyone onboard, and hundreds at the site,
The passengers and crew stood no chance against the terrorist plight.

Within seconds of impact the Firies, along with the New York police,
Dispatched to the Northern Tower, to help evacuate release,
The Port Authority Police Department, had started the job already,
And emphasized to the evacuees, to keep it slow and steady.

At Eight Fifty the Chief Of Staff, alerts the then Bush President,
Who was visiting an Elementary school, saying that terrorism was evident.
After initially instructing the residents, of the South Tower to remain,
Port Authority then orders that both towers, evacuate the same.

At Three past Nine Flight 175, crashes into the South Tower,
The impact killing everyone onboard, the day had turned real sour,
The FAA bans all takeoffs, and flights into New York Airport,
And to keep the airspace clear around, until the mess can sought.

The Port Authority closes all bridges and tunnels, a city on lockdown,
Flight 77 passengers and crew started sending messages to ground,
The FAA notifies Northern Air Defense, that Flight 77 is a suspect plane,
With the two towers being impacted, this day has gone insane.

Flight 77 crashed their plane into the Pentagon's West Facade,
As 59 passengers and crew, their memories will not fade,
125 military and civilians, also died at this same sight,
The death toll continues to rise, with one more plane in flight.

At Nine Fifty Nine exactly, the South Tower collapsed,
Not everyone had made it out, there were still heaps of people trapped,
The fires that had been burning, the steel began to melt,
As the buildings weight above the crash, fell onto itself.

Flight 93 was flying, crew members and passengers both,
Decided they weren't going to go out like this, its like they made an oath,
They were determined and strong in will, to try and retake the plane,
But the terrorists response was to crash the jet, but the move was not in vain.

At Ten Twenty Eight hours, the Northern Tower fell,
The dust from the falling buildings, had turned New York to hell,
The lives that were lost on that day, it's a number that we regret,
But every year at Nine Eleven, it's a date we won't forget.

RIP to the People, the Bravery of those who answered the call to help, and all those who lost their lives that day.

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Glen Hill

Thanks Cherie, I tried to fit as many facts into the time line as I could, without making it too confusing.

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