| It really took me a while to decide if I should even make this page. If my thoughts mattered. But I figured, even if they don't matter to you, they matter to me. And it always makes me feel better if I get my opinion across whether someone listens or not. Because, really, who am I to comment on a situation like this? Number one, above all, I am an American. Born and raised to believe in my country, our God that protects us and watches over us, and the people that make us the United States of America. I count. You count. Everyone counts here. No, I'm not a New Yorker. No I wasn't there when it happened. And as horrible as it may sound, thankfully I didn't know anyone that were in the twin towers or the pentagon when they were hit. My heart breaks everytime I think of what happened. I never actually believed that something like this could happen. Not here, not in this great country of ours. It hurts me when I picture that plane hitting the second building. The film they showed on the news... I saw it once and that's all I needed to see for that image to implant itself into my brain. The image of a firefighter rushing up the street when the first building collapsed... The frustration and anguish he expressed just by throwing his axe down and his helmet. The helplessness that I can sympathise with. I wish I was there to help. Anything at all that I could've done to save just a few more lives. I've had nightmares about what the people inside the building could've been thinking... could've been feeling when the structure gave-way beneathe them. What the people on the planes could've been thinking... Being on those flights and knowing what was going to happen. It hurts my heart. It hurts my soul. I'm angry. Furious. What have we done to deserve such a horrific attack? What did we do to gain someone's hate so much that innocent lives had to pay the price for it? There is *nothing*. Absolutely nothing. No reason at all. None. And to be such a coward... To hold life's value so little just to prove whatever the hell it was they were trying to prove... What kind of mindless son of a bitch would have the gonads to do this? I hope they're happy. I hope they're proud of themselves. And I hope that you've got your asses in a nice seat because we will fight back. An eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth. You'll get what's coming to you. Shock is what I'm feeling completely. All the feelings, the emotion balled up inside of me. Anger, sadness, helplessness, frustration... all lumped together to numb me up. I've seen so much death before. Mindless, pointless death. But nothing like this. Nothing even remotely close to this. I do what I can from here to help them but it just doesn't seem like enough. Why couldn't I be a superhero? Maybe I could've stopped those planes. Maybe I could've taken the hit instead. I don't know... As hard as it is to express myself, to get the full impact of my emotions across, I do know one thing. I'm proud of who I am. Proud of what I am. Proud of where I am. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let some faceless coward ruin that. You cannot break this country. You cannot break it's people. And you will *never*... EVER take us down.... And you will pay greatly. We are proud of who we are. Proud of what we are. Proud to be American. And we will not be taken down. |