May 11 – part 3
New York City, New York, 10h 10min AM
Was this really happening? It was what all the New Yorkers, and soon all the Americans, wondered incessantly as they saw that unlikely, chaotic and terrible scene.
Trump Tower. That skyscraper in the middle of Manhattan, right on Fifth Avenue, how could that be? People walking on the street, worried about events in Iraq, saw that plane increasingly approaching the iconic "House of the President." And then the roar, the screams, the fright, the smoke, the fire.
Soon the crowd was concentrated in the street, while police evacuated the area and countless firemen entered the building.
In the air, 10h 20min AM
-Any news?
The president was desperate to find out if his wife was in the building.
-Our information is that the First Lady was in the building at the time of the accident.
-Not an accident. Attack. An attack on MY territory. A personal attack.
The President could not even speak. The anger was so great that some even worried that the President would have an attack right there.
His beloved Trump Tower. His beloved building on fire and destroyed. The damned terrorists would pay with their own lives for this affront.
But for a little while, Trump could not stop thinking: this will save my popularity. "I will no longer be the president elected by a coin and I will become the savior and martyr of this country".
New York City, New York, 10h 50min AM
The whole world broadcast live the burning Trump Tower. From California to Tokyo, from London to Rio de Janeiro, all over Europe, all over Russia, on the fringes of Africa and even in the Islamic world, everyone was watching that scene.
And everyone was watching as it started to collapse. And everyone knew how many people were dying in those seconds. That would be a day forever remembered in the history of the country, in the history of the world. This was the day when the enemy had invaded the American territory and made a personal attack on the President and an attack of honor against New York, an attack on that pulsating and lively city. That city that today was united, united and broken.
Washington DC, 15h PM
President Trump was with his three-month-old daughter Tiffany in his arms as he walked toward the microphone. A crowd gathered to see him and hear him. His speech was broadcast internationally.
- American people! Today they tried to break us, today they tried to make us orphans! Today our enemies were certain that they would see us on our knees tomorrow. For they are utterly deceived. They have broken what was precious to us, but we are Americans, we have something they will never have: hope, unity and power! Today they managed to leave my little child orphaned, but they gave a mother to that country. And this mother who will lull us and motivate us is called Revenge.
Donald Trump handed the little baby over to someone else and continued his speech.
-Today they struck us a blow trying to destroy us! Tomorrow we will destroy them with all our potential! America falls asleep in mourning, but tomorrow will wake up with vengeance. We will honor our dead. We must mourn the death of hundreds of citizens who only lived their lives, we must mourn the death of my wife, but we must also mourn the death of John McCain and Bill Clinton. Two senators, who, although not of my party, died in discharging their duty.
The crowd follows the president's words with tears and supportive cries.
-I know how each of you feels. I am not in mourning alone for America, I mourn my beloved wife, for my little daughter who will grow up without a mother. I must end my speech here. But carry this truth into your hearts, the United States of America will never be broken. God bless the America! God bless you all! God Bless our heroes!
Hours later, Trump made a call. In a direct connection with Moscow, the President said:
-Boris, I'm calling you just to tell what I'll do.
For a few minutes the two men talked.
-I can not support him Donald, at least not officially. Russia will do nothing, we will not regard this as a threat.
-It's all I needed to hear.
-And Donald, I'm grieving for you.
-The things will be better in a few hours, believe me!