Remembrance: Foreword
Tuesday, August 29, 2006

This is the beginning of a story, a story that changed the universe.


Dear reader,

Nearly ten years ago, my wife Kaylee and I participated in the events that turned our universe upside down. Those horrifying days were some of the worst of my life, and trust me; I know what I’m talking about. It was an adventure to never be forgotten – no matter how hard one may try – but one that has changed our lives forever. Such an adventure is too large a tale to tell by oneself, as I continue to tell my nine year-old son, Andrew, especially when it is his bedtime, so it was suggested to me by my loving wife that I write it down. I agreed that it would be a boon to me, as although the events are forever scorched into my mind, there are details I know I will not be able to remember forever. I also knew it would help Andrew with his education if he had some engaging material to read. However, I finally decided to put pen to paper, not for my own benefit, but as a last eulogy to those who never received one.

In such a short space of time, so many lives were taken, so many souls snuffed out in the blink of an eye. My hands are shaking as I type this, as some of those who fell were great friends of mine. A memorial for the dead was erected shortly afterwards in Londinium, where the Houses of Parliament used to stand. It lists the names of all those who died as a result. Many remarked at how plain the memorial is, as though it is quite big, it does not have statues dedicated to it, nor a design of astounding complexity. No, it is, quite literally, plain and simple. The reason being that those listed didn’t die for their homeland; they weren’t killed for their beliefs; or technically for money. They died because they were in the way. They didn’t want to be celebrated heroes, as those who died shortly afterwards are quoted as saying, “They didn’t do anything.” They just wanted people to remember.

The memorial was built to honour those who fell.

This manuscript exists to tell their tale.

Simon Tam.


Tuesday, August 29, 2006 12:30 PM


i like this perspective on things. Just sort of a humble "they way things were" sort of thing. very poetic

Tuesday, August 29, 2006 12:33 PM


I'll be waitin on the rest......good stuff so far, humble just like Simon.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006 1:48 PM


Good gorram, sounds as if only Simon and Kaylee survived. Hope I am wrong about that. Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Tuesday, August 29, 2006 1:51 PM


OK, you got me really interested now. Keep it coming. Was wondering if maybe this was inspired somewhat by the 5th anniversary of 9/11?

Tuesday, August 29, 2006 5:15 PM


Ohh, this is very good. I like it. Definitely continue. I"m looking forward to more.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006 2:49 AM


O.O Whoah.. What the hell happened? Simon and Kaylee and their son were the sole survivors? This is intriguing stuff Brain. I want to read the next bit! Get to it man. I\'m hooked!


- Cos.

Saturday, September 2, 2006 12:02 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER this is definitely a Grade A hook here, BrainSpecialist...getting an itch already for the next part;)



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