9/11

Well 9/11 is tomorrow, I can't believe that its been 7 years already, I can still remember it like it was yesterday,I was 11 back then. I had walked to school in the morning like any other day, it was a beautiful, clear September morning, the birds were singing, Mr. Henderson* was watering his yard, Mr. Garcia* was getting his morning paper, just like they did everyday. Class started, we were studying geography when Mrs. Selmeister*, the principal, came into my classroom and handed Jenny Young* a note, it said "Dad's okay, it wasn't his plane." We were all confused , what was Mrs.Young* talking about? Mrs.Selmeister* whispered something to Mrs. Danesworth*, our teacher, and left. Mrs. Danesworth* stood in shocked silence for sometime and then quietly told us that two planes had hit the WTC, she closed her books, turned on the TV and sat in shocked silence at her desk. We watched in horror as people jumped, as the towers went down and I was no longer the innocent 11 year old that I had been walking to school that morning.

I found this poem quite sometime ago, late 2001 or early 2002 I think, don't know where and it's anonymous, but it says a lot about how we Americans felt on that fateful day and in the days and months that followed. Unfortunately many Americans no longer feel this way, I'm not one of them. I still believe that freedom is worth fighting for, worth the sacrifice. Maybe today we are not fighting for our own freedom but we are fighting for the freedom of our Iraqi and Afghani brothers and sisters, they too deserve to have the freedom that we have, they too deserve to be able to talk shit about their government and call the war on terror and the war for their freedom a "mistake" and to be able look down on the men and women who sacrificed so much for that freedom and to basically for lack of a better term spit on the sacrifices that our men and women have made for centuries to protect our freedom. Yeah they deserve what we have, a bunch of idiotic morons, oh wait they already have plenty of those. But enough of my pointless scribbles, here's the poem and the illustrations that came with it, quite amazing.

Osama Bin Laden, you time is short;
We'd rather you die, than come to court.
Why are you hiding if it was in God's name?
You're just a punk with a turban; a pathetic shame.

I have a question about your theory and laws;
How come you never die for the cause?

Is it because you're a coward who counts on others?
Well here in America, we stand by our brothers.

As is usual you failed in your mission;
If you expected pure chaos, you can keep on wishing.
Americans are now focused and stronger than ever;
Your death has become our next endeavor.

What you tried to kill, doesn't live in walls;
It's not in buildings or shopping malls.

If all our structures came crashing down;
It would still be there, safe and sound.

Because pride and courage can't be destroyed;
Even if the towers leave a deep void.

We'll band together and fill the holes
We'll bury our dead and bless their souls.

But then our energy will focus on you;
And you'll feel the wrath of the Red, White and Blue.

So slither and hide like a snake in the grass;
Because America's coming to kick your ASS!!!



*Names have been changed to protect the people's identities.