In and out, that's all I'm doing here. I'm posting this, and then I'm not posting in this thread again. I've just got to get something that's been bothering me out there.
I hate that this day is called "Patriot Day" by some, as it should not be some flag-waving, "hoorah for the red, white and blue" day. It is a day of mourning and rememberance. I mean no disrespect to anybody at all when I say that it is (at the very least) an over-generalization to call those who died of September 11th, 2001 'patriots' or even 'heroes'. Yes, the police, EMTs, firefighters, the passengers of the flight that went down in Pennsylvania, even many of the office workers and bystanders nearby could be called heroes, but it's impossible to truthfully say that they were all heroic in their final moments. Personally, I doubt I could be, were I in that situation. I guess that makes those who were heroes all the more heroic. But that's not my point.
It's likely that very few, if any, of the people who died that day boarded a plane, or commuted to work thinking about the grandness of the U.S. of A. Their last moments weren't filled with visions of Old Glory and Uncle Sam. They likely were thinking of what they'd do that evening, or that weekend, or what was for dinner, or a million other mundane, day-to-day things. They likely died thinking of their loved ones, and the lives they've led. Those who died helping others didn't die for their country, they died to save the life of another human being.
Today is not about freedom, nobody was trying to enslave or oppress us. Today is not about America, or good vs. evil, or George Bush, or Rudy Guiliani, or the war on terror, or Islam, or whatever other bull that's been forced down our throats on this day for six years.
Today is about the people. The people who went to work, boarded a plane, did what they do on a normal day, expecting to see the next, as we all do. They didn't. They died. Yes, they died in the worst attack on the U.S. since Pearl Harbor, but that really doesn't matter. Whether or not you agree that they've been avenged, or that this war we're in is just, you're just plain missing the point if you think today is about that.
At least a few times a month, I'll make the trek into Manhattan from where I live in Brooklyn. When I do, I take the D train, which passes over the Manhattan bridge. It gives a lovely view of the Brooklyn Bridge, but behind it, anyone who's lived in New York for longer than 10 years knows that the skyline is broken. That something is missing. Seeing sky where sky shouldn't be brings back that day for me. I cried for a month, and I lost nobody. I knew no one at that time that did. I can't imagine what it's like for anyone who is closer to that than I am.
I think, I hope, I made my point. Good day.