Good point. The writer made me admire some of the vicims in fact. It was well written, and well thought out. The problem is, this is a highly emotional memory, and some people are going to snap when they are reminded of it. That is why I like to focus on the enemy. Wasted energy to bite the heads off your own side, like the critics of this article.
But like I said, everyone has buttons that make them go haywire. Not surprising that this is one of them.
Sad Freegards....
Agreed.
I have reoccuring nightmares now because of that. I've always been a very vivid dreamer- I sometimes read entire magazines in my sleep- even catch spelling errors ;-). At any rate, sometimes I'm on top of an unspecified tall building. Sometimes I'm on top of the Eiffel Tower (I lived in Paris for some months, long enough to get the details of it burned into my head) and other times I'm on top of the WTC (sometimes a mammoth newer version). Always, there's something I'm trying to get away from or I need to hide or people are coming to kill me. Usually, I'm a bit more macho in combatant type nightmares but for some reason on top of these tall structures I only feel helpless. I always have to get very close to the edge to get away or hide and I'm very afraid I will slip off the edge and fall but the need to get away or hide is usually overwhelming. I usually wake up just as I'm on the edge looking down- the ground seems like it's a couple of miles down...
I've never been afraid of heights. I've done a tandem skydive and was not in any way afraid on the plane before or during the freefall. I thought it was a big rush. I've always been a climber too- ever since I was a kid.
The part of 9/11 regarding the people falling that affected me the worst was this one guy actually tried to shinny down the side of the WTC. I saw footage of that. The outside of the WTC was "ribbed". He clamped onto it and started going down it the same way I've climbed many a coconut tree. He made it a fair little way too- enough that you were actually starting to hope the guy might make it to a lower floor with an open window and then he either lost the strength to stay clamped onto the rib or his grip slipped... I felt really, really badly for him- maybe because he didn't give up and jump. He tried to make it and took an incredibly risky course of action. I picture myself trying something like that- maybe that's why it bothers me so much and maybe that's why I have these creepy dreams.
Damn the bastards that did that.