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strawburygrl feels
September 11, 2001
horror.
it was a normal day, as i typed up some stupid entry about last night's dreams. my husband called and left a short message before i could reach the phone. i called him back. he said "you don't know what's going on?" he told me to turn on the TV. i did. i couldn't tell what was happening. i knew it had to be bad, from the sound of his voice. it was the same voice i used the morning that i was the first in the house to hear about the Atlanta Olympics bombing, when i told his uncle about it.
i said i couldn't tell what was happening. then he said it. "two planes crashed into and destroyed the world trade center. the pentagon is on fire."
i started to scream. i had been writing about my dreams. i shouted at him that it was a dream. it couldn't be real. too horrible. any moment, and i would wake up, and it would all be over.
but it wasn't a dream.
i've seen those planes crash over and over, hundreds of times. i stayed home, unable to move. i begged my husband to come home. we spent the day together, watching the news.
i couldn't believe a pilot would let a gun to his head crash his plane into a building containing tens of thousands of people. later, my husband quietly told me that they wouldn't do it. the pilots were dead. the hijackers flew the planes into those buildings.
the CNN correspondent who cellphoned in before her plane crashed into the pentagon said that they were being held at bay with knives & box cutters. so maybe they hadn't brutally killed the pilots. they're dead now, so that doesn't really matter.
they don't talk much about the plane that went down in the field in pennsylvania. i think the black box will prove that the true heroes were in that plane. they somehow got their plane crashed in an isolated area instead of into a highly populated capital building.
i don't believe in god. i found myself hoping that there is a god. and that the terrorists who crashed those planes died, and went to the afterlife happy to meet their god that they had so pleased with their actions. and god took one look at them, frowned, and sent them straight to hell, to burn and be tortured for all eternity.
i don't believe in hell. i don't believe in the death penalty. i want all of those people dead, writhing in a fiery hell of pain as demons chew their flesh off. amen.
