It’s been 6 years since my city took a big hit and suffered from a terrorist attack. It may just be “another Monday” for you guys but for me, it’s a day of remembering not only 4 of my own who lost their lives but remembering the bravery of first responders and surviving victims and just the city as a whole.
April 15th 2013 was just a normal marathon Monday. People all over the state gathered to either watch or compete in the Boston Marathon. It was around lunchtime that a bomb was set off and exploded at the finish of the Boston Marathon on the corner of Dalton St and Boylston St. a solid 5 seconds later, another went off near the same area. Hundreds were injured on the spot but 3 didn’t survive the bombings. These terrorists, known as the “Tsarnaev Brothers” then went on the run. Later that night, they were spotted but not captured, the older brother, Tamerlin was shot dead by his brother over an argument after they shot and killed a responding MIT officer. Throughout the week, Bostonians everywhere were asked to stay indoors as the whole city was on lockdown so they could find the bastard. Later that week, Friday night to be exact. a man heard noises coming from a boat in his backyard, after calling the police, they discovered the 2nd brother Jahar in the aforementioned boat. The police caught him and soon lifted the lockdown.
6 years went by quickly. Seems like yesterday I was a freshman in high school and got a text that said what happened.
As I say every year when I blog this, Only Boston would shut down the city for an entire week just to catch one guy. Don’t fuck with us, you won’t win.
