CouchCoach
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I felt the same way at first. They were burning the flag and celebrating people had died, innocent people, and I hated them.I was at work when it happened, in the warehouse, not on the road that day. Suddenly our maintenance guy walked in and said a plane had just crashed into the WTC. We thought he was joking, because he was weird that way, in fact Strange was literally his last name. When we realized he was serious we all went up to the conference room to watch the news. At that point we thought it was just a horrible, unlikely accident, but then we saw the other plane headed toward the second tower.
Just the day before, I'd read an article on Bin Laden, so I had a fair amount of certainty he was behind it, which made me incredibly angry and frustrated. Then came the news about the Pennsylvania crash.
At least someone was able to fight back and piss in the terrorists' corn flakes.
Soon after, the news was showing the glee of the people in the Middle East, as crowds of hideous, creepy old women, men, and even children shrieked in delight that thousands of innocent lives were destroyed. It made me want to turn that whole part of the world into an ashtray.
Fortunately, it wasn't my decision to make.
My niece joined the Air Force the week after and volunteered to pack bombs, ended up in Afghanistan and later Iraq on her mission to send as many of them to hell as she could. That's how she started out but not how she ended up.
She made the mistake of curiosity as to why those people celebrated Americans dying like that, that was the real driving force behind her mission of payback. What she discovered was so rooted and taught that she swore the children are born hating America. Like so many cultures, and we are the same here, the citizens only know what they are told. And we've never been told the whole truth of what we've done there to help fan the flames of hatred.
We decided to get involved in what had been going on for centuries and waded into a fight when we didn't know the good guys from the bad guys, enemies from friends. And it was a former friend turned enemy that staged that attack. The other thing that seldom surfaces was just how easy we made it for them to do that.
I also look at 9/11 as an in our face learning experience of just how vulnerable we can be when we underestimate the resolve of an enemy.