6,7, and 10!

It really has been six years...The attacks on the Twin Towers...the days after being glued to the telly...being mad as hell. Talk of a bigger and better edifice to be set and erected in 2012. I'll be happy when I see it.

Alot has changed since that day. Freedoms once taken for granted now a non-availability. What the book '1984' spoke of and warned about has now come to fruition. No matter...

The near 3,000 lives lost from 50 countries...the air pollutants inhaled when both towers crumbled (or detonated on command, depending on whom you believe)...The smoke that flew for days on end...The anti Middle Eastern attacks on mosques here in the U.S. I still have the middle afternoon edition of the Dallas Morning News. Just like today, six years ago fell on a Tuesday.

Still no closer to catching Osama, still no closer to exacting revenge to the evildoers. Rather than have my blood boil all over again, I will put forth my energies to the families of those who lost lives at Ground Zero, Flights 65 and 93, and at the Pentagon.

Ten years ago today I said goodbye to a longtime inside-my-head fog called drunkenness. Seven years ago today I bought a digital camera and made that the new obsession. That obsession switched for the pleasure of reminding myself exactly why the troops (who now serve overseas for my right to freedom) do what they do currently. Reminding myself that 3,000 innocent deaths not go unpunished, that one day terrorism is nothing more than a mental head game, not a cowardly act of aggression in the name of Allah or the Koran or religion.

My biggest concern is while time heals all wounds (and that yes we must move on) we as a people forget the severity of what we witnessed at 8:46 and 9:03 am that sunny Tuesday morning in 2001. Whoever did the deed pay in spades. Not by my rule but by the rule of the government and justices. No one should ever die in vain, especially when youths are denied the chance at reaching their full potential.

It's okay to be sad, mad, or even a little frayed. Take a moment to cherish the moment you currently have. There some 3,000 who no longer have that luxury. May those deaths not have been in vain or for political gain. Could it happen again? Only if we forget our past. I WILL NEVER FORGET! I have two good reasons. You only need but one.

Hail hail the firefighters and policemen of the world. True heroes, indeed!

Over and out in Big D

Mr Will