You can move this if you want. I don't go to west mall or anything so I put it here. On that morning I remember when it happened. I was servicing a route in a state office building. I had gone to the cafeteria to get some coffee before I left and there was a television on. Voices began to rise and I turned to see the first tower smoking. Everybody was stunned at how an airplane could make that mistake. Then the second airplane hit. A stunned silence. I watched for a minute and then turned to leave. As I walked out, I said to nobody in particular, "Somebody needs to get their *** kicked". By the time I pulled back into the warehouse that evening I had two American flags flying from the side view mirrors on my truck. Can't even remember where I got them. After getting home I watched everything on the news. Later that night I sat on my couch and cried like a baby. In fact there is a lump in my throat now as I write this. It was as if I had lost someone close to me. And I had. 3000 Americans. It never entered my mind if they were republican or democrat. Nor what color their skin was. Or what religion they participated in, if any. Had I been a younger man and not a single parent with three kids I would have been first in line at the Army recruitment office the following day. Because "Somebody needed to get their *** kicked". I love my country. God bless America.
