WTC, a hundred stories up. I hold back tears at every US flag flying at
half-mast, at every sign of solidarity. I struggle to talk, to smile, to hope.
I?m explosive. My fury is the rumbling building; my heart pumps jet fuel. My
left is a bent and smoldering fury and not a soul upon which to direct it.
War. Our flag waves war. Red, war. White, war. Blue, war. I see war in
our faces. I hear war in our voices. It parades down streets, it titles our
Yet I struggle to find an enemy; we all struggle to find an enemy to
rise against and crumble. I want to destroy their cause, their existence. I want
tragedy; we weep without justice.
may have transgressed against us? There is our war! Do we not have the greatest
should we entertain repose, even for a moment? Let us strike first and then
not to blame? Why wait? We know who they are; we know where they are. So, let us
bring the mighty hand of America upon their doubtful heads and shatter them into
a thousand pieces like so much sand in the wind.
thousand. In one death a thousand stand furious, determined. Will not their
all, tens of thousands, and one by one a thousand born.
And should we believe that a single man could do so much? As if
terrorism sprouted from a single soul whose removal would allow tranquility?s
return? And if the Terrorist falls, is not a martyr made? How many will rise in
his place? How many doubtful followers will we convert into doubtless enemies?
All of them we will fight! Each wave, more fanatical, more driven, and with less
We must react. Our people lay dead beneath the collapsed symbol of our
and the world shudders. We have been kicked while we were down. The insult is be
great; the temptation to rage ever greater.
despair and cull fanaticism. Are we not blood thirsty now for our losses? Are we
What are we about to do? Why have we declared war against an unknown
enemy? Do we have drugs in the streets even after decades fought against them?
have lost two buildings and countless lives; need we erect a wall with countless
the price of war fought solely by Americans at the cost of Americans without
clear objectives, with a faceless enemy? The future.
Let us act but act prudently, backed in each step by the resolve of the
world against the evils of terrorism. Let us walk hand in hand with the UN. Let
us hold our brothers and sisters not damn them to sandy graves. We can rid the
world of Terrorism but not with the lonesome, steeled resolve of the United
deliver us our goal: Liberty.
Regardless. I am an American, thus ?Here is to America, may she always be right.
But right or wrong, here is to America!?