Reflections on American Heroism
Yes, there are those who are tired of the endless drive-by media drivel about 9/11 (amazing when one considers they think it never happened)...and I, too, am tired of the propoganda. What I am NOT tired of is my own anger, and if it takes watching those towers fall every day..lest we forget why we fight...then so be it.
It is not just America itself, but Americans...true Americans, that is...who are the sleeping giants. We are, for the most part, a peaceful society. No one expects to be blindsided by a sucker punch, as we just don't think that way. But woe to they who deliver that punch, as the American spirit is such that most of us would rather go down fighting than to live as slaves to an ideaology.
Five years ago, 40 brave souls on Flight 93 knew they were about to die. They had heard the news of the attacks on the WTC towers, they knew the terrorists on board their plane were up to murderous mischief, and instead of spending their last moments wringing their hands and crying woe-is-me, they decided to do something about it. In one courageous hurrah, they dispatched those motherless sons-of-hell to same place.
This was no natural fight-or-flight instinct. They knew that the crew had been killed and there was no way to avoid the crash. All they knew was that by heaven, they're not going to acheive their perverted goal through us....damn the torpedoes.
In that light, in that brief shining moment, Todd Beamer and the rest of the passengers probably saved hundreds of lives at the White House, offering their own for countrymen. "No greater love hath any man than this, that he should lay down his life for his friends" (Jesus Christ).
And what of those nameless ones who charged headlong into the burning buildings to rescue those in need? What of those who carried a lady in a wheelchair, wheelchair and all, down 67 flights of stairs?
Is the America we see the one who was forever scarred by the events of terrorism, or is it the vision of those heroes who put out their hands... and touched the face of God ?
\"I am PAYING for this microphone, Mr.Chairman\"...Ronald Reagan, 1980