To the editor:
I can remember waking up early on that Tuesday morning, getting ready for my fourth day of high school. I usually got a ride to school from my next-door neighbor but she had already left by the time I arrived at the bus stop.
I walked onto the school bus and looked the crystal clear blue September sky, and for some reason I stared at the sky all the way to school that morning. Third period was just ending and I was walking up the stairs to go back into the gym locker room to change.
As I entered the commons, I noticed about 10 or 15 people crowded around the TV, including Coach Mantz and my best friend, Matt Donahue. The look on coach Mantz’s face said it all. That was the first time I had heard about the attack on the World Trade Center.
Ten minutes later, the South Tower collapsed, and about 30 minutes later, the North Tower collapsed. My fourth period class watched as the North Tower fell to the ground. I remember not being able to do anything but feel remorse and sorrow for the people who didn’t make it out of the buildings.
In a matter of three hours, that day went from being in a beautiful September day, to a day that will live in infamy for all eternity. We will never forget 09/11/2001.
Ryan Mehltretter
Hillsborough
