9/11 is my birthday. It will never be a happy day anymore.
To think of all my birthdays when I was growing up, not knowing what it was going to be...
I was in the car just getting to work.
The radio was going with the first reports.
I logged onto FR at work an turned on my radio.
In minutes, my office was filled with people.
I got MSNBC streaming while getting FR reports.
That was the whole day.
My wife and daughter were traveling with GMa and GPa...in Europe.
It was a lonely horrible night, watching the video.
Lacrimose day. Every since then, I’ve found myself more prone to tears and sorrow when thinking of that day and what might I have done faced with the same choices.
Jump or burn?
The hatred for these Islamofascists is endless. I hate them all and what the demonrats are doing to our country. It’s sickening where we are today because of these islamic mongrels.
9/11 is my birthday as well, friend. But while I will never forget what happened on the day I turned thirty-five six years ago, I’m not going to let Osama and his merry band of Islamic death cultists destroy “my” day. I will remember the fallen, always. But I’ll celebrate my birthday as well.
Don’t let the bastards take that from you.
}:-)4