tomorrow's 9/11.............

[Deep C]

I was jigging for weakies and my range was on fire. A jet passed over in a wierd way.. It was plane number two... I knew the world as we knew it would never be the same....

I docked before they came down and was racing for Florida. Traffic in Washinton area was a mess. Stopping for fuel only the ride had me in my driveway in the wee hours... The lights were on. Mini and missus glued to the set watching the replays over and over, tracks of tears on their faces.
Mini was shook she didn't understand. I could have taken the easy way out but instead took the time to talk to her, though not quite nine years old, as an adult. She sat on my lap as we listened to God Bless the USA over and over on my computer. Finally succcumbing to exhaustion we went to sleep as the sun came up.
Waking in the hopes that it was somehow a bad dream we came to realize it wasn't. Not a day goes by when I don't think of it. Not a day goes by that I don't remember why we are over there... Not a day goes by that I don't think about those soul less bastards burning in hell... and thinking they got off easy...