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That Certain September

by Joseph Grant

I awoke as always when the alarm went off and began to get ready for my shift as an X-Ray Tech at Saint Vincent’s Hospital. As I was taking a shower, my wife told me about the first plane hitting the Trade Center and I muttered Oh, God and quickly rinsed and toweled off and got into my scrubs. On my way to the hospital, I was confused to see the smoke and debris from what appeared to be the other Tower, now inconceivably engulfed in flames as well and I remembered thinking to myself how it was going to be a rough day in the O.R., with an overwhelming number of casualties. As I reached the emergency room entrance, I came upon a great deal of commotion and I spotted our Chief of Staff, Dr. Grenadus, ordering what looked like an army of volunteers who were hurriedly carrying planks of wood in this direction and that. People from all walks of life and from seemingly every ethnic background, all working together, were hammering the planks together for makeshift stretchers for the injured that would surely flood our doors any given moment now. In one of the cruelest ironies of that dreadful day, the stretchers were abandoned, never to be used.

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Joseph Grant, author of A Far Away Place, is originally from New York City and currently resides in Los Angeles. His short stories have been published in over 40 literary reviews and e-zines, such as Byline, New Authors Journal, Howling Moon Press, Hack Writers, New Online Review, Indite Circle and Cerebral Catalyst. Upcoming pieces will soon be published in Literary Tonic. His work has also appeared in The New York Bar Guide (as a reviewer) and in various newspaper articles that have appeared in The Pasadena Star, Whittier News and the San Gabriel Tribune. "Indigo," a work of verse, was published by Alpha Beat Press, and he has recently completed his first novel.

7 comments:

davis said...

Intense.

Rebekah said...

I forgot to blink as I read that. WONDERFUL.

(and you succinctly got the point across -- without using seven semicolons per sentence.)

Madam Z said...

Cruel irony, indeed. You have captured vividly the intensity of the dread and apprehension of that day.

Linda said...

Joseph, my heart pounded as I read, I was thre with you. Thank you for remembering today... Peace.

jeff alan said...

This piece perfectly encapsulates the horror, panic, and helplessness that we all felt on that dreadful day. Nice work, and a fine memorial.

Your friends G & G said...

My friend's parents were both inside the second tower. I called her to read this and she asked me to post this on her behalf..."On behalf of all of those of us who lost someone in the towers - THANK YOU! This hommage is one of the most beautiful and touching ones I have ever heard!" ~Kerri

Mary S said...

Joseph, you were able to capture the dismal spirit of that day without actually describing the events in grisly detail. I thought this was a wonderful story that truly made me remember what we lost that day.