US Must Retaliate Against Terror
Frankly, I'm horrified to hear people speak in opposition to a US retaliation to the worst terror attack in the history of war.
It would be tragically unsophisticated to make this a matter of justice. The minute that airliner plunged into the World Trade Center and killed thousands of innocent Americans the word "justice" no longer became relevant.
This is not a matter of civility. Whoever is responsible for this arena of death holds no value to human life. I'll refer to them as "it" because I place such individuals in the catagory of rodent. It has proven to be a threat to American society and humanity as a whole. It must be eliminated.
As for innocent deaths that may result -- I believe though tragic, any further casulties are a price of freedom. Back in the 1700s, our country retaliated and won a horrible fight for its independence. If we must, we shall fight again. Of course, casulties would not be an issue if those who harbor "it" would step aside. You try and protect it, you die too.
This was the worst ever attack at the very freedom upon which we live, and now our society has been tragically affected. The damage to our lives and liberties and pursuits of happiness will send shockwaves through the course of our future.
I fully support a US retaliation. Strong and fast. If you don't want to fight for your freedom, then you don't understand the very fiber upon which it was born.
September 13, 2001
Looking into the Face of Fear
Today the world scares me.
The recent acts of terror in America that were played out on national television left a vivid image of absolute fear in my head. It’s filled with thoughts of the boogeyman that haunted me as a child, but worse. This is a real image.
A plane plunging into a populated skyscraper; a 110-story building collapsing onto a sea of emergency workers; an office worker plunging out of a 70th floor window to escape the flames — this is terror. This is real.
I shudder and fight tears each time I put myself in their place. Hoping for courage, but instead finding myself paralyzed by terror. I pray that euphoria filled their minds just as the end rushed close, but I worry that this is not true. Perhaps many didn’t know to be scared. Are they heroes facing magnitudes of horror or just victims helpless in their fate?
Today, the fear is distant but not over. The TV news continues to share tales of terror: of phone calls from desperate people knowing they’ll soon die wishing to say goodbye to loved ones; of bomb threats that continue to scare New York; of the possibility that this terrorism is not over.
Today the world scares me not because of the death, but because of the fear that precedes death. Thousands spent the final minutes of their lives in sheer horror. All I can do is lock the doors at night.
Today the world scares me.
The recent acts of terror in America that were played out on national television left a vivid image of absolute fear in my head. It’s filled with thoughts of the boogeyman that haunted me as a child, but worse. This is a real image.
A plane plunging into a populated skyscraper; a 110-story building collapsing onto a sea of emergency workers; an office worker plunging out of a 70th floor window to escape the flames — this is terror. This is real.
I shudder and fight tears each time I put myself in their place. Hoping for courage, but instead finding myself paralyzed by terror. I pray that euphoria filled their minds just as the end rushed close, but I worry that this is not true. Perhaps many didn’t know to be scared. Are they heroes facing magnitudes of horror or just victims helpless in their fate?
Today, the fear is distant but not over. The TV news continues to share tales of terror: of phone calls from desperate people knowing they’ll soon die wishing to say goodbye to loved ones; of bomb threats that continue to scare New York; of the possibility that this terrorism is not over.
Today the world scares me not because of the death, but because of the fear that precedes death. Thousands spent the final minutes of their lives in sheer horror. All I can do is lock the doors at night.
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