Tuesday, September 11, 2007

9/11--UPDATED


I remember. That's why I believe we must continue to fight Islamofascism wherever it stands. Send them to Allah early and often, I say.

On the way to my son's first day of preschool, I heard the news, but I almost couldn't believe it. Wondering what to do, I left my son and went and watched as the second tower fell. I felt like I was going to throw up. Then, I went back and got my son and brought him home. I watched in horror.

Everything changed that day.

Today, I took my other son to his first day of preschool. The same line of parents, the same nervous energy, the same sunny humidity occurs six years later. It's surreal.

Time has marched on, and yet the loss seems like it happened yesterday. The continued terrorist attempts keep the memories alive.

The continued terrorist attacks keep my resolve alive. I don't for a minute believe that if America steps back these psychopaths will stop. Quite the contrary, in fact. If America stops, the war will really rev up and we delay a fight that will be taken to our children, who will grow up as quickly as time has passed since 9/11, and face the same enemy while they take their children to preschool.

UPDATE: Why the Left must deny 9/11. H/T Dr. Sanity

Never again. H/T Instapundit

Video here. Jonah Goldberg and James Lileks also noting the back to school, ignore the terrorist in the room element.

The Anchoress wraps everything up. She remembers...... everything.

Gina Cobb explodes myths.

Some people wonder why I persecute myself every year on the anniversary of this dread day. It's the least I can do. As a soft-around-the-edges mom, responsibilities here keep me from fighting there, so I remember. As a supremely blessed American, who daily receives the joy of living in freedom, the least I can do is a cry a tear for them and remember.

Would it kill the Left to cry just a little?

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