8den
No I'm pretty sure that was 8ball...
From a friend's facebook
21 years ago, terrorists attacked my city. Manchester. A 3,300 lb truck bomb took out a huge section of the city center on a busy Saturday afternoon. There were no fatalities, but the IRA wanted to destroy infrastructure, not kill innocents, and gave a warning that got tens of thousands evacuated in good time.
But what happened on the following Monday morning is, to me, the greatest example of the Mancunian spirit. There was a huge exclusion zone, as the shock wave had shattered windows for a half mile in every direction, and falling glass was a real danger. The police were turning everyone away at the edge of the exclusion zone. I was talking to one of the policemen about access (I had clearance into the zone because of my job at the time), and he told me that the crowds of people showing up to go to work were so overwhelming, and so steadfast in their desire to continue with their daily routine, that they were calling in riot officers to control the ever growing crowds.
Imagine that for a minute... a city devastated by one of the largest bombs ever detonated in the UK, and the growing concern to the police was the residents somewhat forceful desires to get on with life as normally as possible.
In the face of terrorism, do not be terrified, but instead hope.
In the face of death, do not acquiesce to fatalism, but instead live.
And throughout the bombing, and since the rebuilding, to this day, there stands a letter box. It stood strong, literally 100 feet from the bomb, and protected the mail inside, which was delivered unharmed.
It did not falter.
Just as the people of Manchester did not falter.
They will not falter now.
#proudtobemancunian
And, as I do on every trip back home, I hugged that letter box just last month. Because it's a fucking bad-ass.
21 years ago, terrorists attacked my city. Manchester. A 3,300 lb truck bomb took out a huge section of the city center on a busy Saturday afternoon. There were no fatalities, but the IRA wanted to destroy infrastructure, not kill innocents, and gave a warning that got tens of thousands evacuated in good time.
But what happened on the following Monday morning is, to me, the greatest example of the Mancunian spirit. There was a huge exclusion zone, as the shock wave had shattered windows for a half mile in every direction, and falling glass was a real danger. The police were turning everyone away at the edge of the exclusion zone. I was talking to one of the policemen about access (I had clearance into the zone because of my job at the time), and he told me that the crowds of people showing up to go to work were so overwhelming, and so steadfast in their desire to continue with their daily routine, that they were calling in riot officers to control the ever growing crowds.
Imagine that for a minute... a city devastated by one of the largest bombs ever detonated in the UK, and the growing concern to the police was the residents somewhat forceful desires to get on with life as normally as possible.
In the face of terrorism, do not be terrified, but instead hope.
In the face of death, do not acquiesce to fatalism, but instead live.
And throughout the bombing, and since the rebuilding, to this day, there stands a letter box. It stood strong, literally 100 feet from the bomb, and protected the mail inside, which was delivered unharmed.
It did not falter.
Just as the people of Manchester did not falter.
They will not falter now.
#proudtobemancunian
And, as I do on every trip back home, I hugged that letter box just last month. Because it's a fucking bad-ass.
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