9/11....

We have come to that time of year again... One of those moments in history when you know exactly where you were and what you were doing when you got a phone call or happened to be watching the news or were listening to the radio or happen to be standing right there when it happened... I've looked around and it seems a lot of people have forgotten the whole tragedy already and have chalked it up to "something that happened in history"...
Hello?!! Have we forgotten the images of the people hanging desperately out of the windows, trying to find a way out? The images of those who took their lives in their own hands and leaped out of the windows? The images of the rescue workers rushing in, probably knowing that they wouldn't make it out? The images of the buildings falling, blinking out so many lives within seconds? The carnage, the wreckage, the terror, the horror, the blood, the tears, the heroic but futile efforts? The images of people covered in blood, tears, sweat and dust? And let's talk about the final moments of those people on the planes too... The ones who knew damn well that their fates were sealed...
Do you think they prayed in their final moments? Do you think they thought of loved ones? Did they cry? Were they scared?  Did they call out to someone? Were they alone or did groups of strangers huddle together to seek comfort?And what of the people who lost loved ones? Were they one of the "lucky" few to have received a call from someone saying "I love you... " moments before they perished.
I asked myself all of these questions and thought long and hard... I even tried to put myself there and I came up empty because I'm thinking there really is no way one can really imagine something like that. It drove me nuts that the only thing I could do was sit and hear about what was going on... That I couldn't help. (I was pregnant when it happened...)
Let's talk about the cops, firemen, emergency rescue crews, volunteers that showed up from EVERYWHERE! People flooding in from everywhere to help! It was awesome! There were American flags up all over the place, people showed pride in their country, we were all brothers and sisters and showed a united front... for a while...
Where the fuck is all of that now?
There are those who may not have been killed on that day, but it did kill them on the inside. There are those who still cry when 9/11 is brought up. There are those who are still angry. There are still those who will never forget. There are those who will never forgive. It's all on separated fronts, no longer that united one any more.
Don't give me this bullshit about how none of this would have happened if we had minded our own business. Fuck you! Pieces of shit excuse makers for terrorists... They're the worst. Nothing's being done, we're playing all namby pamby because of some lame ass reason... These terrorist groups wouldn't give us the consideration for namby pamby like that... What's that thing... Something about the golden rule? They did something that horrific unto us, therefore I think it only fair that we did something as bad, if not worse...
Regardless. I really do hope that people start to remember again and go back and find those emotions that ran through their veins when 9/11 happened. I would hate to think that this whole incident was forgotten so quickly, the feelings and emotions that bonded this country together, the perseverance to want to get through all of it under a united front...
Eh... I am starting to ramble on here... Just remember and hold it close to your heart so that we don't forget what happened that tragic day...