I got ready to walk onto the wooden platform and answer the many questions about yesterday’s tragedy. I check my suit and tie to make sure that I look of professional level, I go over some of the papers I was given, as part of the job of being Prime Minister, I was given a packet describing what happened yesterday, and most of the details. I was told that I must walk onto the stage now. As I stood up, I feel a little sad, and dizzy. I knew that there was a reason for this, but know one, except my family and loved ones could know.
I walked onto the stage and took a look out to the people full with questions, they seem anxious, waiting to hear what I have to say, they are horror stricken, they can’t believe what happened the day before. I walk…show more content… I had no clue that this, last question, would make me regret calling upon this man, a question that I would have a difficult time answering, something that almost made me start crying in front of hundreds right in front of me, and millions, who were watching their TV’s at home.
This man’s question was, “If you were the other guard that was with Corp. Cirillo at the memorial, what would you’ve done?” I couldn’t answer this one without crying… I just couldn’t.
Corporal Nathan Cirillo was one of my friends, I was in school with him for college, high school, and part of middle school. I had managed to not break out in tears for all of the questions and comments up to this point, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I stuttered into the microphone, holding back tears that I didn’t want the public to see. The public doesn’t know that Cirillo and I were friends, and I would rather keep it that way. So, the only thing that I could do was walk off the stage. I didn’t feel well. And whilst walking off stage, I heard the man, repeating those words, “What would you’ve done?” And then, I felt dizzy, and, from what others say, I collapsed on the floor. I heard a faint noise before I completely blacked out, people gasping, and some even
