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We remember

The Union StaffMeredith Blake
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September 11 has been called the Pearl Harbor of the new generation. We have seen the world change before our very eyes. People who witnessed past events have talked about this new age, predicted what will happen, and said what our generation will remember and do. Yet, we need to have our own say during these hard times.

That is why several English classes responded to the prompt “September 11” in ways that I cannot try to describe, because I would not give them the justice and recognition they deserve.

Therefore, I must make it clear that the only thing I did for this article was arrange the lines they gave me. Some may not like what they have to say; others may agree with what was written. These thoughts are some of the true feelings of the next generation. These are our words.

That is why several English classes responded to the prompt “September 11” in ways that I cannot try to describe, because I would not give them the justice and recognition they deserve.

Meredith Blake, a 16-year-old Grass Valley resident, is a junior at Nevada Union High School. She writes a monthly column. Write her in care of Youth Page, The Union, 464 Sutton Way, Grass Valley, 95945, or at youth@theunion.com

Meredith Blake, a 16-year-old Grass Valley resident, is a junior at Nevada Union High School. She writes a monthly column. Write her in care of Youth Page, The Union, 464 Sutton Way, Grass Valley, 95945, or at

We Remember

September 11th, a day so foreign and unknown to us all.

It seemed far from reality; I couldn’t believe that anyone could hit us so hard.

A day that will burn in our memories, like a fire that will never go out.

I heard the news, the graphic descriptions of such a terrible happening.

9/11 – a day that shook the world.

Remember the day when the world seemed to stop turning.

I hate terrorism.

I wonder why they would want to destroy a nation when they could come to America …

When they could have the same freedoms as we have.

When little kids came home, their questions weren’t, “What?” – they were, “Why isn’t Daddy ever coming home?”

The fear must’ve been overwhelming, and now the anger toward these foreign places is unbearable.

My heart ached and my soul was heavy, not just for those who died, but for those who had to live under the Taliban reign.

I feel sorry for the American-Afghanistan people who live in this country, who are being victims of prejudice; it’s not like they did anything wrong.

As an Arab-American, I felt prejudiced against in the wake of the attack.

My brother had to shave his beard; it scared him, even him; he thought someone might think he was Middle Eastern.

A life so broken.

It was like a bad dream.

George Bush was speaking live on every station that I turned to; then, I saw the ravaging clip of that huge plane.

At first I was in shock.

Numb, all I felt was numb.

When the second plane crashed, I knew it was serious.

It was the day I was supposed to have my first football game of the year, but it was canceled due to the attacks.

I thought I would be heading to China with no complications; I knew America would never be the same again.

Someone near me started to cry, a boy; my heart broke then.

America suffered on Sept. 11, but our cries of pain were heard from the generations to come.

My brother woke up singing “‘Happy Birthday’ to me; I am 10 years old!” But when he saw the TV screen, he stopped right there and forgot about his birthday.

My uncle was on a plane from Boston to New York that same fateful morning; we waited for over a day to find out he was alive and safe.

I was so scared, I just wanted to go home and be with my family.

I found out my father (on a business trip) was to have been spending the night in the hotel on the bottom floor of one of the towers, but luckily, he didn’t go.

I’m not sure I’m ready to believe such things were possible; it’s just not real.

Uncovering and unsolved problem.

It was sad, terrorism hurt my feelings.

I miss feeling safe when I fly; I miss the old feeling of security and being oblivious; but, most of all, I miss the people who died.

Dying is a dreadful sound, and there is a dreadful silence that follows it.

No relation to anybody, I felt a part of me died with them.

The day was dead; it’s the type of event that makes you re-evaluate what the important things in life are.

This day is something that affected people, but as big as we desperately grasp this cycle of mourning, we lead out country deeper into a circle of pointless media coverage.

The fact is that my opinion is not conducive to “popular” beliefs at all.

Although everyone will be remembered, we must move on.

Sept. 11 opened this nation’s eyes to reality.

The result of not caring about other countries.

Sept. 11 was a wake-up call for the U.S., saying that we can’t be the world’s police.

It was a precursor to the new threats of the Middle East war.

I believe that the assault upon America was not so much damaging physically as it was mentally.

We can all blame the liberals!

Our security is stepped up and will hopefully keep attacks from happening.

My brain was saying, “Are we going to war?”

I never thought war would come home; it’s shocking.

Why do we have to fight? Why must we kill? Why must we have such anger toward each other? If you ever find the answer to these questions, please share it with everyone … it might be the answer to everyone’s sadness.

What happened was significant, but that’s all in the past; I don’t see anything special happening to all the dead soldiers, so just drop it.

I don’t think that more death and destruction is the solution.

Let us forgive, but let us never forget.

Ever since America’s dark day dawned on us, we feel even more proud in who we are: Americans.

A friend of mine wanted to make a shirt that said: “Patriotism is not a fad.”

Blind patriotism has no place in a world that is supposedly forgiving; forget about vengeance and forgive.

I am looking forward to the anniversary in the sense of honoring those who died, yet dreading the thoughtless “America is the best, God bless it” concepts that might arrive again.

The post-Sept. 11 patriots are annoying; take the bumper stickers off your trucks and minivans!

A true patriot is patriotic, not only in the United State’s darkest hour, but in its lightest hour, as well.


The bravery shown by firemen and women is unmatched in my mind;

I have never been so proud of Americans in my life.

The feeling of helplessness that I think many of the people my age felt couldn’t seem to be soothed, no matter how much we tried to do.

How many lost their lives, their families, or left them behind?

I can imagine that they are still hurting, because when they look up to see the towers, nothing is there.

Many loved ones were lost and families were torn apart.

For this personal recognition of a terrorist who had no idea what he started.

Osama is hecka lame.

They thought that if they made the towers fall, so, too, the American dream would fall.

I couldn’t comprehend the terror – so much hate, feelings of utter pain.

It’s hard to comprehend that people could be so blindly hateful for no solid reason.

Such a terrible tragedy it was, and yet … it has changed us all, perhaps for the better.

Between the sadness, disbelief, pride, and loss.

I can only hope now that those who made it out realize how lucky they are.

Not everything that happened because of it has been bad … I am proud of what America has accomplished since Sept. 11.

It gives us a reason to be thankful for what we have and know as we live each day.

I have learned to live each day to the fullest and never have any regrets.

Such a tragedy and an injustice to all of us should be learned from and remembered.

It’s the day that let everyone know how it feels when a tragedy hits close to home.

It has made us weak and disoriented and then strong again.

An incredible loss has occurred, but the world’s freedom lives on.

We must show the world that we are truly strong.

It has brought the United States closer than ever before.

Now we are a stronger country, in heart, in unity, and in soul.

From despair we found hope.

It should be remembered for making us defend what we believe: freedom.

As we all stay together and keep fighting for peace, the pieces will be put back together,

but this time even stronger than before.

But through it all we pulled together.

United we stand, now and forever.

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