Thursday, September 11, 2014

I Remember...

Thirteen years ago. I remember everything. Where I was. Who I talked to. How I felt.

I haven't forgotten.

I will never forgive.

I'm still angry.

I have 2,977 reasons to hate those bastards and everyone that supports them.

Remember. Today. Tomorrow. Next month. Twenty years from now.

Never forget. Never forgive.

This year, at least, I live close to the museum where the Enola Gay is stored. I may pay a visit today, to remind myself that there was a time in history when we visited appropriate punishment on our enemies. When attacking the United States of America meant that you ate hot, flaming nuclear death on a stick.

That time, sadly, has passed.

Remember those who gave their lives that day, some willingly, like the passengers on Flight 93, or the heroes on the NYPD and NYPD and EMS that went into the World Trade Centers to save lives if they could. Knowing that they were facing almost certain death, they went in anyway. Heroes. Big damn heroes. Right up there with all who signed up to serve our country and bring the fight to the enemy. I'm sorry we lost that resolve. We're seeing everything we fought for - that those brave men and women fought for - crumbling as we dither and fret about how the world sees us.

I don't give a hairy rat's patoot if they love us. I don't care if they respect us. I want them to fear us. I want the next terrorist @$$hole who talks about blowing something in America up to be shot by his own compatriots, out of pure unmitigated fear that we might hear about it and come back and do to them what we did to the last group that messed with us.

I remember Vicki Yancey. She was a kind, sweet person (despite being a lefty). She had a husband and two boys that she thought the world of. And she died in a flaming plane crash because some twisted bastards thought they could scare us that way. That we didn't turn their training camp into 50,000ยบ orange glass will someday be viewed as the biggest mistake we made in the "war" on terror.

I hate them. I hated them on September 11th, 2001. I hate them today. I'll hate them  on my deathbed.

But it's not all about hate. It's about payback, too:



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That one makes me cry. Still. Never forget.

Remember.

That is all.

10 comments:

George said...

Amen!

GWB was a lousy president in some ways, but I remember him standing on a pile of rubble addressing the firefighters combing through the wreckage of the WTC.

"We can't hear you, George!"

"I can hear you...and the folks who knocked down these buildings will hear from all of us soon!"

That...that is what it means to be an American.

PJS said...

Yes. And our enemies will not fear us unless we have a regime change. Soon.

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Stretch said...

Islam delenda est.

Greg said...

We will always remember. Let us also always be prepared to defend ourselves and our families, whether from foreign terrorists or from thugs closer to home.

ProudHillbilly said...

You don't have to hate or be angry or want to exact retribution to understand that evil exists in the world and that we have a right to defend ourselves against it. I can empathize all I want with a rabid dog. I'm still going to kill it.

Gene in NC said...

Proud Hillbilly, I wholeheartedly agree with your sentiments. I don't believe it could be stated more clearly how to treat the threat. Even if the tail is wagging, foam at the mouth speaks louder to it's intent. Same for Islamic radicals. I also would like your permission to repeat it as needed.

Geodkyt said...

The threat of Islamic terrorism as a major threat will not be eliminated until every time some 12 year old boy shouts "Death to America! Death to Israel!" his mother backhands the ever-loving crap out of him.

RabidAlien said...

My first comment after finding out about the attacks stands to this day. "Nuke the bastards."

redneckmp said...

I whole heartedly agree with you jay, and as i tell people, i never understood how my grandfathers (both vets of WW2) could hate the germans and japanese so much when i was growing up, now i know. and im still waiting for my day that i can exact vengance for the many brothers i lost to them