Will Malven
9/11/2009
September 9/11/2001.
You remember it.

That gut-wrenching, head-turning, unbelievable news that made you stop what you were doing.
The news that made you laugh that little laugh we all have when we hear something that is so outrageous that we think it has to be a really bad joke.
The news that made you give that disbelieving slightly hopeful look we all get when someone tells us something we just can't get our heads around.
The news that caused that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you realized it was no joke; America has just been attacked and 3,000 of our fellow American citizens had just been murdered.
Most Americans remember exactly where we were and what we were doing the moment that reality came home to us.
A jet airliner had flown into one of the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York City was such a shock to me that I smiled, patiently waiting for the punch line. After what seemed an eternity the coworker who told me realized what I was feeling and added,"No, really. A plane has just hit the World Trade Center."
I hope you remember it.
I remember that it came in a series of body blows.
- Wham! 8:46 AM - A plane (American Airlines Flight 11) flew into the North Tower of the World Trade Center.
- Wham! 9:03 AM - A second plane (United Airlines Flight 175) just flew into the North Tower.
- Wham! 9:37 AM - A plane (American Airlines Flight 77) just smashed into to Pentagon. More deaths and fire.
- Wham! Videos of massive fires engulfing the middle floors of both towers; people jumping to their deaths from 400, 500 feet in the air to avoid being burned to death.
- Wham! 9:59 AM - The South Tower collapses after burning for a little less than an hour.
- Wham! 10:03 AM - Another plane (United Airlines Flight 93) crashes into the ground at Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
- Wham! 10:28 AM - The North Tower Collapses after burning a little over an hour and a half.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Body blow after body blow, we Americans were reeling from the shock and horror...and the growing anger...as suspicions mounted as to the source of these attacks.
In less than two hours for most American, partisan divisions dissolved, at least of a while.
We all became Americans.
United in our grief...and our anger; we were filled with the righteous outrage of those who have been attacked without provocation by an enemy bent on the destruction of our society and our way of life.We gradually came to understand that America had been attacked by terrorists and three thousand (3,000) of our fellow citizens had been murdered...as a political statement…by Islamic radicals, animals who rejected even the most basic of tenets humans possess, war is conducted against military targets, not against the innocent civilians.
We remember our sorrow and our outrage as we learned more and more about what happened, who was involved, and who the victims were.
We were proud of the passengers who were aboard United Airlines Flight 93 as we learned that they refused to allow themselves to be used to further the aims of the terrorists and chose to drive the plane into the ground rather than let these monsters lay claim to further terrorist successes.

We remember the tales of heroism as firefighters risked and all too often lost their lives in their efforts to rescue those trapped in the burning buildings.
Stark in my memory were the images of hundreds of people running down the streets; fleeing for their lives with panicked, horrified looks on their faces as clouds of dust and rubble flowed in their wake; caked in dust and gasping for breath as they clutched handkerchiefs, scarves, or sleeves to their faces to escape the ever present dust.

I remember the images of the buildings as they began to collapse, starting out almost as if in slow motion then accelerating as gravity began to assert itself; and I remember the inconceivable mass of debris which began to billow outwards as those storied buildings, icons of a city and a nation, collapsed.
I remember the heartbreak as the numbers began to be trickle out estimates of the casualties varying wildly as rescue workers attempted to understand the scope of the disaster.
Mostly I remember the anger. I remember my desire to strike back at the monsters who planned and executed the attack; simultaneously my desire to lash out at all Muslims and my comprehension that it was not all Muslims, but only a small minority who executed this act of infamy.
I also remember my growing anger that, as most of the world’s civilized nations joined us in reacting with horror and sympathy at this heinous act, crowds of Muslims in Islamic nations around the world danced and celebrated our losses…I also recall how slow “moderate Muslims” were to condemn the attack even though such an attack was a violation of all Western-Christian and Muslim norms of behavior.

I remember my admiration for those brave firefighters and policemen who continued to risk their lives in their struggle to find survivors and their compassion as they worked to assist those who were injured, choked, or just plain lost after the dust began to settle.
Mostly I remember that I vowed, “Never Again!”
I remember that I vowed that, if I could prevent it in any way, America would never again allow this kind of action to happen on our soil; that never again would we allow ourselves to be lulled into a false sense of security like that which preceded those attacks…and which I see beginning to grow around me now, again…in America and throughout the world.
This was a military strike by a brand of religious zealotry which has as its goal the destruction of Western civilization. Its proponents hate America because we celebrate individual freedom and liberty. They hate us because we tolerate dissent and religious freedom.
Mostly they hate us because we hold different beliefs than do they.

Their goal is the subjugation, of America and of the world under an Islamic caliphate. They wish to return the world to a near medieval level of technology in which they can control and dominate the people, forcing them into their primitive, restrictive religious world…or kill them if they refuse to submit.
We must never allow ourselves to forget the pain, the horror, the noble sacrifices, the heroism, or the trust bestowed upon us by our predecessors to preserve our republic.
For some reason our new President and his Party wish to diminish the importance of this day, from one of remembrance to one of “national service.” They wish to minimize the attack and treat what was clearly a military assault as a criminal act.
Following the memorial service on September 12th, the day after, I recall my shock that some of my Democrat coworkers were so obsessed with their hatred of President Bush that even as we all mourned they were unable to lay aside their narrow petty political agenda.
That should never have been. In times of crisis, we should all be Americans, not partisan affiliates. This is not a time for partisan bickering, it is a time to remember those we lost and who we are as a nation.
9/11 must be preserved as a day of remembrance and reflection. It was on 9/12/2001 that our President called on us to pray for our nation and those we lost and then called us to action and service.

We must never demean or dismiss the sacrifices and losses of this day. We must never forget the lives America lost. We must never forget the heroism of those passengers on Flight 93 and the sacrifice they made. We must never forget the sacrifices made by our police and firemen. We must never forget that on 9/11/2oo1 America was attacked, without provocation, simply because we stand for freedom and individual liberty.
We must never lose the fire in our bellies for defending that freedom from enemies, both foreign and domestic, and we must never allow our national day of remembrance to by hijacked by those who would diminish its importance and attempt to distract us from our just cause.
We have a solemn responsibility, bequeathed to us by our forefathers, to preserve this greatest of nations and to defend our flag and our nation, for which it stands.
And as citizens we have an obligation to remember our pledge: 
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands,
One nation under God,
Indivisible,
With liberty and justice for all.
Let those words grab your heart and resound in your soul. Never forget them and as this day progresses contemplate their meaning and what this nation means to you.
Long Live Our American Republic!!!!