It was about 5:00 AM when my boss called me and told me to turn on the TV... someone had just run into the one tower.. and then while we were attempting to come into the world of the living this other plane flew into the other tower.... It was surreal... you almost couldn't believe it... My wife and I were stunned.... then her tears started... then as the day unfolded I got more and more angry and then... there were all these muslims around the world dancing in the streets.... I only wish they could have seen the light right then.... a very very bright light ... one like everyone says we saw from Johnson Island when I was a kid.. this unexplained flash on the horizon.... and turn that place into a sheet of glass...
I've since tempered some... had my kids over there twice and going back again.... now I'd just settle for the stone age ... and just think, it seems that half of america doesn't seem to feel it ever happened... Oh well... but when those towers started down... that was a reality check like you could never get from a story book.
And god bless those kids that keep going back... their sacrifice is more than just a hot day in the sun with a camel spider.. their families suffer outrageously...
Aloha...
