Nine-Eleven
Yeah, I know it was yesterday. I didn’t forget, honestly couldn’t forget with all the documentaries about it playing on the History Channel all week.
Not sure what I can say about it that hasn’t already been said on news sites and blogs across the world. It was a horrible event that was entirely targetted at civilians. Men and women, going off to work and live their lives as they had any other day, snuffed out.
For a brief period afterwards, the people of America were united in their grief. A flag flew on every home and a good deal of cars. We looked to our president for answers, for guidance, for a reason to why it happened. We went to war, because he said they needed to pay for their crimes. We’ve been at war ever since, in Afganistan and Iraq, metering out our own brand of justice.
Maybe war was unavoidable, I will admit that I wanted someone to pay for what happened. But when I think that we’ve been at war with Iraq for five years, and that there’s children there that now know nothing aside from war, its almost as if we’re breeding the hate we set out to quell.
Do I believe we should pull out of the war? Ironically enough, no. I wish we never went there and I want the troops home safely, but the fact of the matter is that if we pull out now, the country has a good chance of collapsing in on itself. And that wouldn’t be good for anyone.
Well, nothing more to say on that.
Zel-kun out.