<p>I was jogging in the field not far from our house trying to lose a bit of weight when it happened.</p> It was a pretty evening and it was quiet. The grass was bleached golden by the sun as my feet prodded into the turf and I made my way up the hill. I felt my MP3 in my hand and my front door key jangling in the pocket of my shorts as a bead of sweat gathered above my eye.<br> Ahead of me the sun bled through clouds and made a wall of light on the milky horizon. The trees rattled around  in the breeze and dropped twigs before the calm settled in.<br> A fox darted into the bushes and it felt like the world was standing still and waiting for the warm night to settle in.<br> For a minute it made me forget my breathlessness and my heavy calves and brittle knees pressing into the soft ground. It was like scenery that couldn’t be undone. A setting that had always been there. Something pure.</p> I noticed a man and his son with a football in the goal across from me. I was tracing the perimeter, circling the dad and his son in the middle. The breeze returned and sent a flutter through my shirt and blew my hair across my forehead. My eyelids were frail and stinging from the salty sweat and then I remembered that I’d left my bottle of water from the fridge on the side in the kitchen.</p>
	It made a sound like the end of the world. It didn’t fall or drift down from the sky. It just exploded out of the trees and roared like horrible thunder.  The nose of the plane smashed a deep trench hard into the middle of the field before the incredible explosion of hard red flame and thick smoke made it all disappear. I could smell jet fuel as the sound of the plane tearing through the skyline reverberated in my head. The mass of machinery.</p> I never saw a single person or heard a human cry. The father and son had never been there. Never been anywhere. The football pitches were blackened 

grooves in the soft fields cut out for the machine’s final resting place.</p> I see the fields now on a cold day made of stone with the memorial littered with pale flowers and brown leaves and can never really imagine how it used to look before.</p>