September 11, 2007-Six Years Later (standard:non fiction, 1870 words)
Author: Lori	Added: Sep 14 2007	Views/Reads: 3263/2184	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The title says it all, but the category may leave you wondering why I used this one. Even though it's an editorial, there's so much truth in it. 9/11 should never be categorized! But I have to put it somewhere.

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getting our troops home, has relented on freedom, and security, of the 
American people. He's done everything he said he wouldn't do. But has 
he made this country better? No. And I do mean NO! 

How can he make this country better when the terrorist who committed
this act is still at large? Bin Laden has said he will release a new 
tape talking about what HE did on this day six years ago. He's still 
proud of the fact he destroyed our country. He's still living the good 
life. Granted it wasn't what it was, but the man is STILL ALIVE. That 
says something doesn't it? The other man may be dead, but what good did 
it do for our country for him to die? 

I'm not being unpatriotic. I support our troops. I believe in them and
what their job is. But, haven't they had enough? Isn't it time to bring 
them home? When are they going to be allowed to enjoy the freedoms they 
fight? What are they going to come home TO? How are they going to FEEL? 
What shape are they going to come home IN? Those are my concerns for 
our troops. 

I'm sorry, I can't feel any empathy for people half way across the world
who don't care enough about their country to get it in the shape it 
needs to be. I don't care about how they don't feel safe. I don't give 
a flying fig about how they are to survive. 

My concern is how are WE to survive? How are WE supposed to get over
this if WE don't have the power to back our country up? How are WE to 
react the next time this happens? 

These people HATE us all! They can't stand for us to be in their
country. They can't tolerate us giving them the freedom they deserve. 
They don't care about our men and women dying for them. They don't care 
if our men and women come back as shells, compared to what they were 
when they went over there. Do you HONESTLY believe we can form a bond 
with these people? Come on people. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE FREAKING 
ROSES! These people would stab us in the back if we give them half a 
chance. 

We've destroyed their country, have killed the man they idolized. We
came in and made a mockery of their beliefs. We have killed them by the 
thousands. We did something worse then what Bin Laden did to us! Who 
are the terrorists in their eyes? Bin Laden for doing what he thought 
Allah wanted him to do? Or the people who came in and ruined their 
chances of survival? Killed their livelihood? Maned their brethren? 
Demolished their buildings? 

I say I don't care about these people. But I guess I do. I care what
they think, about how they feel. I care about their survival, how they 
will react once they are really free from US. I care about their 
beliefs, and how they see us. I CARE! Maybe too damn much. 

How are we to live with ourselves when this is over? How are our men and
women going to feel about killing women and children? How are they 
supposed to come home and pretend nothing happened? How are they going 
to LIVE with what they HAD to do? All in the name of protecting our 
country? In the name of Freedom? What freedoms are they going to have 
once it's over? 

Veterans are fighting for rights from wars done and over with right now.
What are these veterans going have to fight for? Freedom from insanity? 
Freedom to speak of the wrongs they saw and had to do? Freedom to live 
and not remember? Freedom to try and make it in a world where people 
hate them for what they did, had to do? Freedom from the nightmares of 
seeing their buddies killed before their eyes? Freedom of living with a 
broken mind set? Freedom to live with missing arms and legs? Is that 
the freedoms we promised our children? Is this freedom? 

My heart goes out to every man, woman, and child who has been affected
by 9/11, and what has happened afterward. My heart cries for their 
loss, pain, suffering, and bitterness they've endured. My heart bleeds 
for the things they've seen and felt. My soul screams for what has been 
inflicted on them. I can't see a way out for them. That's where the 
REAL pain lies. 

Listen. I had a father who didn't believe in war and it was thrust upon
him. He went and fought for his country. I don't know how many lives he 
saved. Nor do I know how many he took. The man gave his all for this 
country. What did his country give back to him? Not a damn thing! 

My father was a Vietnam vet. He gave 110% of his blood, sweat, and tears
for this country. I'm so proud to be call myself his daughter. I'm so 
honored because he did the right thing. He went there because the 
choice was the right one. I'm thrilled to know someone who stood up for 
his country when his country didn't stand up for him. 

My father died a drug addict because he couldn't get away from the night
terrors. He couldn't function as a normal human being so he gave up his 
family. He sacrificed the love of his children to give them a better 
life because this father couldn't get over the horrors of war. A father 
who couldn't overcome the feelings felt over so he ran from them. He 
was a man who couldn't look in the mirror because of what he had done. 
He couldn't see the man he was, only saw the man he had become. 

Drugs gave him an escape. They allowed him to be the person he was
before war and mayhem. They gave him a sense of security when he 
couldn't get it from his country. It gave him the love he missed from 
his children. It was his life and his choice. It was also the only way 
he could break loose from the war. While high he had freedoms he 
wouldn't allow otherwise. Freedoms from pain and suffering, from 
bitterness and despair, from not knowing what tomorrow would bring, and 
from having to give up everything he held dear. 

I used to blame him a lot, for the drugs and his choices. As an adult I
don't blame him so much anymore. I understand the choices he made. I 
may not condone, them but I DO understand. It doesn't mean I forgive 
him, but I have no other choice then to forget. 

People. I'll be 37 next month. I know about being passed over by a
father because of war. What is the future of these children who had to 
live with this for the last six years? What will they be like in 10 
years? 20 years? Even 30 to 50 years? What are they going to learn from 
this? How will it go down in history? We have Memorial Day, Labor Day, 
Columbus Day, Veterans Day, and D Day. Are we to include this day as 
well? I think we already do. It's a day of remembrance, a day of 
despair, a day of honor, and a day of dishonor. 

How will our children remember this day? How will their children? Will
it be a day of pride and honor? Or a day to grief? One of horror? What 
do we teach the next generation when we don't know? How will we make 
them understand something we don't understand? Will they remember what 
happened when we can't forget? What is their legacy? 

Next year we have a decision to make. How will we make that decision?
Will we choose the right person for the job? Or will we choose someone 
because she's the first woman who stands a chance? What about the man 
whose city this happened too? Does he deserve it when he didn't take 
responsibility for his actions? An actor who doesn't know what the 
world is like? A man who can't stand on his own merits? Or do we choose 
someone who's right for the job, but has a different skin color? What 
right does color have when it's the betterment of our country that 
should concern us? Why are we STILL stuck on skin color? 

I'll leave you to ponder those questions. May God have mercy on ALL our
souls! 

Copyright 2007 by Lori 


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