traumatised...

Upon reaching home after a sumptuous meal at my Granny's place, i sat down on my tattered and torn but still rather cosy sofa. As i channel surfed through the SCV channels, this programme on Discovery channel caught my eye. -----Zero Hour--The last hour of Flight 11.

It was on the last hour of the flight attendents and passengers of American Airline's Flight eleven boeing 747 on September 11, 2001.

They started with a day of a lady working in the WTO, setting off for work as usual. Her husband had wanted her to stay home to announced her first pregnancy to their family members. On the way to work, she bought another pregnancy kit to re-confirm that she was really pregnant. After some time, she reached the office, took her second test, and confirmed she was pregnant with their first child.

On the other hand, meanwhile, passengers of flight 11 were gradually boarding the plane, including the 5 terrorists.

It had been a great day with fine weather, the kind of weather that's just right for flying. Everyone on borad had been all excited at the trip. Businessmen were busy typing away on their laptops. The flight attendents were welcoming all passengers with their ever-so-bright smiles. Nobody had expected such a tragedy to happen.

Slowly, the time to attack arrived. The head of their so called "Great" mission gave the signal to start. Two of them started the snowball rolling by attacking a flight attendent. Thereafter, they barged into the cockpit and attacked the two poor pilots. Since the pilots had already been attacked, of course, they took over the flight.

After sevral attempts from the flight attendents to contact the people in the cockpit, the terrorists finally decided to make some comments.

"We are flying back to the airport. Do not move and you will be fine."

Little did they know that they had pushed the wrong button and these words had been transmitted to the control station on the ground. The people at the control station had been extremely worried, since the lost of contact of a plane is so very seldom. They suspected something wrong was going on, but they were not sure.

Being inexperienced at manouvering with planes, they made two sudden and major swerves. The next they did was to dive at an extremely rapid speed.

By this time, two flight attendents, Amy Sweeney, and Betty Ong, had managed to make calls to the ground. They had provided information on board very calmly. Although they were the only few whoo knew their plane had been hijacked. They revealed the identity of the passengers who hijacked the plane.

Six minutes later, the other flight was also hijacked by another group of five terrorists.

"I can see water, buildings. Many buildings all around. We're way too low."

These were the last words people from the control tower heard from Amy Sweeney.

The next thing, yepz, the plane crashed into the north tower. Before anyone could recover from the shock, the second plane crashed into the south tower.

Like Amy Sweeney's husband said, flight attendents are not just people who serve you food and show you the way to your seats on board. These few flight attendents had been really brave and calm under such circumstances. Would you still be that professional if you were the one?

With that, i salute all those who had bravely faced the challenge.

In just a blink, 3 years have creeped pass unknowingly. Wounds would heal, but memories wouldn't fade. Life has to go on. The battle against people with unsound mind and barbaric nature has just begun. Now i realise that safety in Sinapore cannot be taken for granted. The measure to have security guards patrolling in scools is necessary.

Well...Til Then Folks..Sleepy..looking rather forward to my birthday celebrations!~ ChEeErS!!~