posted on Jun, 16 2007 @ 06:10 PM
You know. This thread is most likley going to go no where.
If you are an American, sitting in the continental US, and your great grandparents came from Ireland, but you've never been there and your idea of
connecting with your "roots" is to make stupid statements about the IRA, then you obviously have no idea about the real world.
Just because someone decided to migrate in the 1800's or earlier doesn't make you an expert on a country you've never been to.
In the real world, real people walk down real streets, and when real people make stupid decisions to commit atrocities - usually because of something
someone else has done in the past - other real people die.
Now you may not have experienced that. Hopefully you'll never have to experience it. You are safer staying at your keyboard in your blissful
If the bomb you can see exploding in the video link I posted earlier had a faulty timer on it, if the truck had been accidentally shunted by a car
driver not paying attention, or any of another myriad of things that might have happened on that day happened, the death toll in Manchester would have
made Sept 11th look small. You may say I'm exaggerating but the building next to where the wagon is parked is one of Britains most visited municipal
shopping centres. The wagon is parked directly in the middle of the third largest city in Britain, which was full of shoppers going about their usual
Saturday morning buisness on a hot, sunny summer Saturday.
I was a 16 year old kid, standing at the corner of the building you can see in the opening frame of the video, when a police officer told me that
there had been a warning of a bomb planted next to the Arndale Centre and that they had no idea if the alert was real or not but it was time to get
out of the way. So, we ran, my friends and I We ran as fast as we could because we didn't know if, at any given moment, that bomb was going to
explode. We didn't even know if we were running in a safe direction. My lungs were bursting, we were panicking and so were hundreds of other people
immediately around us. Even the Police were panicking - after all they are only human too. Eventually my friends and I decided to get out of the city
altogether and headed for the railway station which was about two miles away from where we were. The air was full of loud voices, people running,
shouting and sirens going off everywhere. No one knew anything, no one knew if there was more than one bomb and everyone was in a state of panic.
We got to the railway station as the bomb exploded. Apprently the explosion was heard 8 miles away. Even though we were not in the vicinity of the
blast the whole place shook and the noise of the explosion was accompanied by what I can only describe as the worst thing I've ever heard - silence.
Complete and utter silence for a few seconds in a city of nearly half a million people. No birds singing, no traffic noise, nothing.
Silence broken by alarms, more sirens and people - men women and children crying. Some people were screaming and hysterial. Not so much because they
were shocked by the bang but because they realised that they were alive but probably wouldn't have been if things had been slightly different.