After almost 24 straight hours of watching listening and reading everything available on the attack, I fell into a numbed, head buzzed sleep, then startled awake about 2:30 a.m.
The unmistakable low growl of an F-15 from nearby Buckley Air Guard Base grew to a widow-rattling, explosive roar overhead; my sternum vibrated, my heart filled with emotions. I knew the young combat pilot was at war and his under 1,000 foot pass was a signal to our small Colorado community that we were safe and that he was filled with a “terrible resolve” to exact massive retribution on our behalf.
It was the reassuring sound of America’s might. I prayed for those who died and those who who would die in the coming war that was long overdue and abundantly necessary. I slept soundly the rest of the short night…
… and I have been angry everyday of my life since.
Now, a decade later the terrible resolve I absolutely knew would be devastatingly decisive and swift has yielded little in exchange for more than 4,000 of our country’s finest. Far from embracing our warrior-nation esprit and élan, we are leaderless, weak, flaccid in martial response and far too quick to seek closure, heal, to build memorials to the “tragedy”and above all… celebrate diversity.
Ten years after witnessing 3,000 men, women and children atomized to bone fragments and grizzly smears of DNA nothing sums up what we’ve become any better than our military’s proposal of a new medal for “courageous restraint”…to celebrate those who exhibit extraordinary courage and self-control by not using their weapons.
America has failed; failed to destroy our enemies, failed to make radical Islam a smoking crater around the world, failed to support our only real ally in this war–Israel–and failed our own history.
Instead of defiantly and swiftly rebuilding the World Trade Center towers, closing our borders and unleashing hell wherever and upon whomever necessary, we treat evil personified as a criminal matter, complete with arrests and Miranda warnings.
You, including those who have lost and continue to lose loved ones in this war, pay the enemies’ legal fees, room and board, cable TV, health care, and damned pray rugs and piece of trash Koran.
Our enemies have been laughing and ridiculing us ever since, and the terrorism continues.
An over-the-hill, unwanted and unnecessary Marine, I content myself with video blood lust, running though as many combat clips as I can find that feature our enemies being torn to pieces in ways not unlike my 9/11 countrymen died. I find it unsatisfying and empty, but at least I can still trust my comrades taking the fight to the enemy.
They are the only people in my government worthy of trust.
The fifth columnists and traitors in the country populate our colleges, universities, schools K-12, all races, creeds, colors and religions, the media, the democrat party; even our military and government up to an including the White House has been infiltrated.
Maddeningly, Real Americans are being attacked rhetorically, politically and physically by those who stand not with their countrymen but with our enemies.
There will soon be a mosque at Ground Zero, but our so-called memorial there is an embarrassment.
By now the body count of our enemies should be 100 times whatever it is; instead, we cut the military budget and give money to this society’s leeches and malcontents, and our domestic and foreign enemies.
Future historians will look at this “war”, this decade and only see a nation committing suicide.
And wonder why, in God’s name… why?.