Posted by Rich on September 17, 2001 at 18:24:29:
In Reply to: Re: It All Comes Home ... posted by Scott Bubar on September 17, 2001 at 15:37:02:
: : For the first time in my life, I can feel good about my Country's military actions ... whatever they may be down the road. I remember, back in the Vietnam days, thinking, even as I protested against it, that I surely would feel differently if we were under attack. And that is what has happened. America, my home, was attacked. My fellow citizens, were killed, on our own soil.
: Rich, I identify strongly with you on this.
: While I didn't have a problem with Desert Storm, and was proud of our performance there, it didn't touch me in the same way this has.
: There has been a wall inside me since Vietnam. So much a part of me that I wasn't even really aware of it's existence any more than I think about the walls of the room in which I am sitting as I write this.
: Last week that wall crumbled, or at least started to.
: It's something I literally haven't been able to talk about. When I tried, I choked to the point where I simply haven't been able to get it out.
: Fortunately, my fingers don't seem to be similarly afflicted, and this is the first time I've been able to express it.
: Thanks for providing the opportunity, my fellow American.
Hey, Scott ...
If it helps, by all means ... express yourself. That's what I did yesterday. I just had to say something. This is killing me. So many emotions all twisted inside with no place to vent them. It's all I can think about right now. It is devastating to me ... how many people were literally blown to bits in an instant ... innocent people. I have a hard time coming to grips with the fact that two of the largest buildings on Earth were knocked down like bowling pins ... changing the skyline of one of our cities ... maybe forever. I cannot believe creatures on this Earth could have the gall to attempt demolition of the symbol of our military ... the Pentagon ... that they could attack our Nation's capitol! And the bravery of those men on the Pennsylvania plane. My heart swells with pride. And that's just the beginning ... slit throats on a plane; twisted necks under rubble; body parts fluttering in the breeze like shredded paper ... it's all too much to comprehend in such a short time ...