I think about it every day, not just on the 11th. I think about it when I drive across the Verrazano bridge and I look over there and those giant towers are gone. It pisses me off to no end. I think about the thousands of Americans who got killed.
Another thing that really blows my mind is that my smallest child wasn't even born yet, yet he wants to join the military at only 7 years old to fight terrorists. I'm really proud of him for that and will support him if he does.
I also think about how the media does everything they can to disparage our soldiers. They accuse them of torture, then say they support our troops. It is disgusting. If the shoe were on the other foot, so to speak, they would cut off our heads (as they've been known to do). Yet, somehow, Some Americans treat these animals as if they deserve our respect and admiration, then accuse our own people of torture. That bothers me because those people don't wear uniforms. They dressed as we do, infiltrated as they did, and caused the death of thousands. Does the Geneva Convention apply there?
Another thing (sorry) is our firefighters and police. While the military works on our peripheral, keeping the country safe; the firefighters and police work among us doing the same thing. I have more contempt for arsonists and criminals than ever and I don't know why.
We just got back from a football game where they had a nice 9/11 ceremony, and the high school and middle school bands played the Star Spangled Banner and a Brigadier General was there to speak, and all the people in the bleachers went nuts with applause. So I guess I'm a tad pumped up- so I do appologise in advance if I've offended anyone.
One interesting story that the Brigadier General told was the story about the "taste of a policeman". So, what does a policeman taste like?