I'm here, shaken..... but not stirred.
I just watched Dee Dubya age ten years in a day. I have seen planes crash into buildings....... and desperate people jump to their death from the tops of pillars of fire. I saw national landmarks crumble into two inches of dust painting city streets. Flares continue to rise from the Pentagon. The quiet seething anger that infects the American whole..... it grows..... the wails of raging despair rise in chorus from Los Angeles and San Francisco, joining those on the East Coast. Being inbetween the two cities...... *shakes head* Anger and greif blanket the state..... the nation.....
Today is a bad day......
It is a painful day......
Appropriately, we discussed Nationalism last week in one of my classes. What images and designs will bring the American public to attention.
Death. Dispair. Horror......
Resolve. Example. Commendation.
Strangers rally. Men scramble to be the first to sign up.... to be volunteers to search for victims and survivors. Countless people rush to centers to donate blood. Construction utilities have organized to remove wreckage.
Freedom was assaulted..... yet a part of me fears the retribution I know will come. Some country is going to be turned into a parking lot..... they should be. To attack women, children, tourists..... thousands of non-military personnel..... which resulted in hundreds of emergency medical personnel being injured or killed when the towers collapsed. The fanaticism to do such an act..... I will cheer when they find who is behind it. But my rage is countered by sorrow, for the war that may come.....
I knew someone, in Oklahoma City..... and throughout the day have discovered that many of my friends have known those in New York, Washington, D.C. and perhaps even Pennsylvania. I'm sure I will find I know those that know others destined for California. I know many that are in the military, prepped and ready to go, but knowing if they do, they will be gone for a very long time.
*sighs*
And I know I'm not the only one.
And I realize, as well, that three years ago today, my father died. There are many reasons to mourn, today.....
I am still numb and in shock. It's natural to feel angry. But acting in anger almost always leads to regret. I mourn today...for the dead, for the survivors, for the evil and/or sickness that caused people to orchestrate and carry out such an atrocity, and for those who rejoice at the pain of others. I mourn at yet another breach of the armor that was my innocence. [Mirror_rorriM]