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It was a regular Tuesday morning
I had no clue it would end in mourning.

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I was at Logan airport bound for Los Angeles
Not realizing soon I would be with God’s Angels.

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Along the East Coast the weather was beautiful with blue skies
Abundant sunshine and mild temperatures enveloped me before I heard the cries.

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With 92 crew members and passengers aboard
We took off from the eastern seaboard.

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But, within minutes of take off, something strange happened
We made a sharp left and bore down on Manhattan.

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People were screaming in front of me with shouting and terrifying shrieks that chilled by bones
A melee had broken out at the cockpit door, with loud moans and groans.

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Arab men shouting Al Qaeda intifada! Allahu Akhbar! Allahu Akhbar!

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Now I could see one airhostess down, her throat slashed and bleeding

Many people were wailing now, and pleading.

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I was ridged in my seat, fear running through me thinking is this real or am I dreaming?

NO! It is real and now the plane’s engines are screaming!

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Pandemonium had gripped the passengers of Flight 11 from Boston’s Logan airport
Fears on faces, anguished souls in disbelief, encroached with a vice like grip as the plane veered to port.

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Everyone was like a zombie picking up cell phones to call home
We were like the deer caught in the headlights, there was no escaping the deafening drone.

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A massive shudder ran through my entire body, peels of sweat now drenched me like a shower
I was trembling and shaking as the plane gathered speed toward the North Tower.

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These Arab men had no guns that I could make out
But crude weapons - brandishing razor blades and shouting “get out!”

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All flight attendants were now dead
Everything ahead of me was splattered in red!

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Even the pilot now gripping his throat, could only cough, splutter and choke
I took a deep breath as the terror ordeal broke, my nerves were shot and I needed a smoke.

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All I could hear in foreign tongues was a frenzy of obscenities and curses towards America and President Bush
Everything was happening in such a rush.

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I glanced at my watch, it was 8:44, there seemed to be a knock on my life’s door
We were zooming through New York now; my instincts told me to hit the floor.

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We plunged into the North Tower dead on!
Now I knew my life was gone!

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My hopes, my dreams all up in smoke
At 8:45 A.M. on 9/11 my life was taken at a stroke!