I was home alone, and I sat on the floor and cried when I saw what was happening Tuesday morning. I instantly knew we were talking thousands of deaths. I'm having night terrors thinking about people trapped talking on cell phones, and I keep imagining what it must have been like for the people in the tower who looked death in the face in the form of a jet filled with people and lots of fuel. I know I'm not alone, we're all shaken to the very core of our being by this. Today I was shaken again, as I looked up from the parking lot of my doctor's office to see the armed guards patrolling the perimeter of the adjacent National Guard depot. Even the hospital wasn't allowing cars within 20 feet of it's perimeter, and had armed security at the door. I remembered having the same apprehensive feeling when I was in Jakarta, Indonesia months before the Slaughters of Timor. There were Policia everywhere, they expected terrorist attacks from forces opposing the government.
             I'm angry at them, these terrorists who have caused such harm- there can be no cause worth the taking of innocent lives. The terrorists have made their dying moment a martyrdom of their cause, I am sure. They flew jets into buildings, the death toll will likely be over five thousand. The town I live in has 4800 people. They killed an entire town, to me.
             I'm also angry at a Government who is here to protect us. They knew Osama Bin Laden had made a very strong threat, and they keep it to themselves. Maybe if we had all known about this a couple of flight instructors in Florida might have put 2 and 2 together and called the FBI. Maybe our government should try to wage a war against terrorism instead of waging a war against drugs within it's own borders.
             I'm proud of the heroic passengers who tried to retake the plane, it's likely they crashed due to their attempt. And notice how everyone just knows in their gut that the pilots had have been killed. We know they would not do...