A/N: I know I'm sorry! My computer was broken and stufff so I couldn't update any of my stories! Anyways, I know this is late, but I feel that I must post this up. It was supposed to be my homework for my US History Class but I changed it so it could be Alfred reading. I hope you enjoy~



To Whom It May Concern,

My name is Alfred F. Jones. You may not know who I am, but I know who you are. You're one of many who have suffered from the attack of 9/11. September 11, 2001, was one of the most terrifying days of my life, as it was for all. I remember the tragedy clearly. I remember walking into my office that morning, bright and early. Everything was normal and everything was cheery. It wasn't until I felt a swelling pain inside of my chest. It felt like I was being stabbed mulitple times. A burning sensation rose up into my skin, causing me to wince everytime I took a step. I gasped for air desperately. It wasn't until when I made my way towards my window, when I saw it. I couldn't believe my eyes...

The World Trade Center was being attacked.

At first, I didn't want to believe what was happening. It couldn't be happening. The United States, the nation where all could be free, was being attacked. All of these questions crossed my mind. Who would do this? Why weren't we warned? How did this happen? Even though that day was eight years ago, the same pain is still there.

So many people were sacrificed, just so somebody could force so much fear into our nation's heart and prove a point. I find such an act cowardly and inhumane. Even so, I believe that the threat has made America stronger. Since that day of terror, our nation has truly become the United States of America. Strangers helped one another in their time of need. We consoled those who've lost, we provided for those in desperate need, we remember so that we cannot forget what had made us strong.

I know that remembering brings back all the horrible memories that you would rather not have, but forgetting all the bitterness, hate, and anger will never allow you to heal. Embrace your feelings so that you can become stronger. It's alright to cry, to scream, or even yell. It's also ok to laugh and smile. Within every piece of darkness, there will be a ray of light that shines through it. That light shall always be the freedom and hope of our nation.

I am truly sorry for all of this nation's losses, and I can assure that nobody, in the present nor future, will forget the attack of 9/11.

Be strong, live free, and remember because America shall always remember.

God Bless you...

God Bless America...


Sincerely,

Alfred F. Jones

Alfred put his pen down and looked over his letter. A grim smile crossed his lips.

"Eight years, huh?" He carefully folded the letter and placed it in an envelope.

"Oi, Alfred! Are you coming, you blood git?" a voice called from behind the closed door. Alfred smiled...Arthur. He laughed.

"Of course I am! Just hold your horses, Old man!" Alfred carefully opened the window and slipped the letter through it, allowing the wind to blow it away. Hopefully, someone will get the message and share among their neighbors.

Alfred opened the door. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Artie!" Alfred apologized with a grin. Arthur scowled.

"What in bloody hell were you doing?" The Briton asked, clearly annoyed. Alfred's grin dimmed down to a smile.

"Oh, I was just writing a letter to a friend." He replied and left it at that. Arthur just rolled his eyes, but gave a smile nonetheless.

Eight years can really change a person... can't it?

A/N: T__________________T I apologize for me being emotional and this being so short. Please R/R!