911- Where I live it is the universal # to call for help. Six years ago that number was used by frightened people trying to escape a nightmare in the making. The would be rescuers had no idea what danger they themselves were walking into.
I was remodeling a customers house on that day. I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just fitted a sliding glass door into a jamb and secured it. When the owner who was at home sick got my attention, almost as soon as I got to the TV I watched the buildings collapse to the ground. We were speachless to say the least.
Over the next few months our country seemed to have a new sense of purpose. Patriotism was at a all time high, but like most highs it eventually became a downward spiral.
My youngest son of 15 showed me a write up today of one of his friends brothers who died yesterday in Afghanistan. He was a 21 year old Marine serving his second term.
When this war first started I was all for it, but now it seems as though our servicemen are in the same position of the rescuers of 9/11.
We are waging a war with a people who believe they will enter heaven if they kill us. How can such a battle be one with conventional means? It can’t. We need to accept the fact that we have another Police action in progress, and the victory will only be the realization we must leave.