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Two Days After
Sep. 13th, 2001 08:05 pmIt's been two days since the attacks, and I think they're finally sinking in, that I am coming to feel what has happened, rather than the shock of before. I wrote a story today, called Tomoyo's Mother, which I think has helped.
I also read a truly astonishing tale of someone who worked on the 89th floor of the World Trade Center when it was hit, and managed to get out alive. You can read it here, just scroll down or search for the message from Evan4. It's a touching and frightening account, one that will help you understand what it was like.
And so, now I am sad. Sad that this has happened, sad at the scenes of dozens of pictures of missing New Yorkers that are desperately being searched for. Sad for the people who are shifting the rubble for survivors.
But I'm also feeling proud. I feel pride for the passengers of United Airlines flight 93, who took back control of their plane enough to force it into the ground, undoubtedly saving countless lives. I feel pride for the emergency personnel who rushed into the World Trade Center, and more sadness that so many of them perished. I feel pride for Americans, who have come together to give blood, to give money, and to give of themselves to help.
The people who did this will be found. They will be hunted down and punished. Not just for vengeance, although that will be there. Not just for Justice, although that will be there too. This will be done so that it will not happen again, so that anyone who even dares to think of crashing planes into buildings of innocent civilians will remember what happened this time and will forget it. Because New York isn't the only city with tall buildings, and America isn't the only country that is hated. We will do this for ourselves, for our fellow humans on this planet, and for generations to come.
But we will heal, and America will be stronger than before.
I also read a truly astonishing tale of someone who worked on the 89th floor of the World Trade Center when it was hit, and managed to get out alive. You can read it here, just scroll down or search for the message from Evan4. It's a touching and frightening account, one that will help you understand what it was like.
And so, now I am sad. Sad that this has happened, sad at the scenes of dozens of pictures of missing New Yorkers that are desperately being searched for. Sad for the people who are shifting the rubble for survivors.
But I'm also feeling proud. I feel pride for the passengers of United Airlines flight 93, who took back control of their plane enough to force it into the ground, undoubtedly saving countless lives. I feel pride for the emergency personnel who rushed into the World Trade Center, and more sadness that so many of them perished. I feel pride for Americans, who have come together to give blood, to give money, and to give of themselves to help.
The people who did this will be found. They will be hunted down and punished. Not just for vengeance, although that will be there. Not just for Justice, although that will be there too. This will be done so that it will not happen again, so that anyone who even dares to think of crashing planes into buildings of innocent civilians will remember what happened this time and will forget it. Because New York isn't the only city with tall buildings, and America isn't the only country that is hated. We will do this for ourselves, for our fellow humans on this planet, and for generations to come.
But we will heal, and America will be stronger than before.
