There are images that mark us for life, no matter how hard we try to clean them away. I have never been able to let go of the sight of two hundred or so Americans falling to their deaths from the top floors of the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in order to escape the fire and thousand-degree heat consuming those who remained. Of all the carnage unleashed by Islamic terrorists against the United States on September 11, 2001, their murders most haunt me.
Strangers became family as they fell through the sky holding hands. Solitary jumpers gripped cell phones close to their ears so loved ones on the other end would be with them until the end. Some clung to curtains turned into makeshift parachutes, desperately hoping for a miracle. Their final moments were horrendous yet human.
Those images filled me with such uncontrollable anguish and wild rage that I lost any sense of being moored to the ground. It is the only day in my life I have been seized by fury while tasting tears. I watched Americans forced to make such an inconceivable choice as to how they would spend the last ten seconds of their lives, and I whispered to myself, “We’re at war.”
Now we’re bumbling our way out of Afghanistan, the war is over after twenty years, and too many Americans don’t even remember why it was fought.
Politicians go to war to Make Money $$$$ !!!! & care Not about the Lives lost or suffering !!!!
I’ve said it before — film of the World Trade Center’s destruction should be shown EVERY DAY at 8AM on every news station broadcasting a signal.
The main result would be every liberal democrat’s hair would catch on fire, too.
Hopefully followed by the rest of their body.
The ones who don’t die? Hang them.