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I still remember what I was doing, what I was wearing, even the hairclip I had in my hair.
I remember crying, and trying to be happy around my babies, and I remember wanting to beat up the kid next door who said it was “so cool” how it happened. I remember going to the grocery store the following day, finding empty shelves and somber customers, and holding a little old lady who was crying in the aisle, weeping for those she didn’t know, and lamenting that she at her age could do nothing to help.
I told her she had already fought against evil, and now it was our turn. And she knew I was right.
I still remember. And while its difficult sometimes, I still strive to remember WHO it was, and not paint the followers of an entire religion with the tarred brush reserved for a smallish militant minority. But as for that militant minority…there’s a whole ‘nother level of hell being dug specifically for them. Bacon-hatin’ bass turds.
September 11th, 2012 at 7:05 AM
I will never forget. And I will never EVER forgive.
September 11th, 2012 at 11:44 AM
I still remember what I was doing, what I was wearing, even the hairclip I had in my hair.
I remember crying, and trying to be happy around my babies, and I remember wanting to beat up the kid next door who said it was “so cool” how it happened. I remember going to the grocery store the following day, finding empty shelves and somber customers, and holding a little old lady who was crying in the aisle, weeping for those she didn’t know, and lamenting that she at her age could do nothing to help.
I told her she had already fought against evil, and now it was our turn. And she knew I was right.
September 11th, 2012 at 7:15 PM
I still remember. And while its difficult sometimes, I still strive to remember WHO it was, and not paint the followers of an entire religion with the tarred brush reserved for a smallish militant minority. But as for that militant minority…there’s a whole ‘nother level of hell being dug specifically for them. Bacon-hatin’ bass turds.
September 12th, 2012 at 9:05 AM
I try to not paint with a broad brush, as well. But the silence from the rest is rather deafening.
September 14th, 2012 at 8:25 PM
Second day of Tower Week.
The war I was looking for found me.
But I brought hell with me.
September 14th, 2012 at 8:39 PM
Been wondering how you’ve been, RoundHammer. Hope you are ok 🙂
September 16th, 2012 at 3:54 PM
Back in school as a Computer Art major, Ms.Aggie!
September 16th, 2012 at 5:04 PM
Oh, that’s great news! Can’t wait to see your efforts 🙂