Monday, September 12, 2005

My 9/11.

I've been holding my thoughts on remembering 9/11 until I saw the Discovery Channel's The Flight That Fought Back. I watched it twice last night. Cried both. Harder the second.

What did I take from it? American civilians accepted Islamic terrorism's declaration of war and fought the first battle at 500 mph, with only a courageous spontaneity committed to interrupting years of murderous terrorist preparations.

Brave Americans of every stripe: young and old, man and woman, Republican and Democrat, conservative and liberal, straight and gay, came together and confronted the dim reality that they were passengers on a missile. In thwarting a crash into the Capitol, deaths were prevented on the ground. Barbarians were denied success, their life in hell earned in vain. Good was the victor on that flight.

Those who fought back were the same kind of friends you wish you had if you found yourself surrounded in a dark alley. While one's inclination for inaction isn't 'wrong', it's more useful to have friends who are willing to plant a coffee pot in a terrorist's ear before you jump on his back to snap his neck. While the images of this may be uncomfortable to some, it's this spirit that will make the difference in this battle of wills. People want to kill you. How will you respond?

While our chances of having to personally confront terror is luxuriously low, the spirit of how we support those who do will determine our victory or defeat.

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