A Morning to Remember

I thought to myself, “Just another ordinary morning, the usual routine.” But little did I

know, this morning would haunt me forever, not only changing my life but shaking

the very soul of everyone around me. I opened my diary, my fingers trembling

slightly as I ran the pen across the page. Sitting at the small desk in the airbase

room, I held my cup of tea. I sipped slowly, trying to savor

the calm before the storm. My friends laughed nearby, talking about trivial

things, unaware that history was about to erupt around us. “Just another day,”

we all thought. How wrong we were. Then came the siren—soft at first, almost unreal.