My father was a soldier. My mother grew up in the middle of the war. Her father was involved with the resistance in Belgium. I've been (however briefly) a soldier. I am struck how little the people around me know about millitary tactics.
Just last night my mother phoned me to let me know that she was moving again. We got to talking about a bunch of different stuff and one of the lines of conversation was war (she lived in Belgium during the German occupation in WWII) and the decline of the American empire. We spoke of the arrogance of the American feeling of invulnerability and the burning of Washington in the War of 1812. Little did we know that today the Pentagon would be in flames and World Trade Center would be lying in rubble.
Remember this day, folks. September 11th, 2001 - the day WWIII started. My sympathies are with my friends in New York.
Take the fuckers who did this, nuke them 'till they glow and shoot them in the dark. It doesn't hurt that the fuck behind this is hiding out in Afghanistan. Take the Taliban out with him.
The part of me that is still a soldier is ready to go.
Not a good day to be in Manhattan. Nor Washington D.C.. So much for my plans to see the World Trade Center. This is incredible. I'm looking at the pictures on television. There is going to be a war. No question.
I'm unemployed, but shouldn't you have something better to do?
Perspective on the magnitude of bringing down the WTC...
