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It was just yesterday (part 1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Anon hopes this is what you were looking for. I may do more if someone wants it.

America, it feels like only yesterday morning I found you on the other side of the world. You were only a child then, and yet...

You always had this fire within you, this fight. You always knew you were special. So young, so idealistic... I've seen new, revolutionary systems fail in a matter of years, but you... You stayed that way for centuries. You made it into the new millenium so excited for what the future could hold, and then-

Then the future came. I remember the day you called me on the phone, crying over the worst headache you'd had since ever- you know, the sort of thing I always hear from you. I said it would pass, it would get better, just take some aspirin and go to sleep. It was a beautiful September day like any other. What could possibly have gone wrong? I turned on the telly for the morning news, ready to call you back and reassure you that it was just a little bump, and then I saw it.

A plane, a single plane crashed into those towers you'd been bragging about since the seventies. I rang you once, twice, three times before you picked up. You always did love to answer the phone. I told you it was okay, that the pilot must have had some kind of seizure or aneurysm, that your country would heal. It was a simple accident. It had to be.

Then the second plane hit, and I will never forget the sound of your anguished cry over the phone. I think we all cried for you that day, but I've never stopped. You changed after that. Your ideals melted away as you singlemindedly called for revenge, fought so hard to get it. When you opened your eyes after that awful decade- It wasn't you anymore. It hasn't been you since. That blind, defeated resignation, that crushed ego, the anger pouring out from every part of you and fogging your glasses and your mind... You're gone, Alfred, and as much as I never would have admitted it before, I miss that you. I miss the drive, the passion, the naïveté. I miss yesterday.