9/11 Memorials

September 11, 2011 by USA Post 

9/11 Memorials9/11 Memorials, They are dead. He’s dead. We are alive. We have changed. They are dead. You want this anniversary could change that. Want 10 years was a kind of release date MAGIC, that the souls killed on September 11 could return, end their suffering, their bodies incinerated recreated from the dusty air of lower Manhattan and the rubble of the Pentagon and the muddy ground a Pennsylvania field, allowed to pick up your life wherever they were headed to the office that morning, the subway, at breakfast, to another city.

They are dead. That will never happen. Your kids are teenagers now. Your teens are adults. They exist only in memories, family stories, photo albums and pictures of the attic and disturbing dreams.

No roll call of today will bring them back – not even reading the presidents and governors. Without their names engraved on a monument to re-animate. They are presented as the fallen.

Not one was a goal on Tuesday morning. However, they were all victims. It remains the single most irritating of all, the randomness of terror, and the idea that killing for the cause of death can never be seen as a good cause.

They are dead. Nearly 3,000 of them. We cannot change that. But we can change.

He has done.

Is there any doubt that

He’s dead.

Osama bin Laden, 10 years after the mass murder that helped organize, has been persecuted and killed, thrown into the sea with a bullet in the head, unmarked, no grave, no mourners at hand. Its purpose, unlike many who sacrifice, and it was heroic. It was memorable. He did not go out trying to save anyone but himself.

Even death – often predicted to prove his salvation – he appeared in a dark, hidden.

He lived in the shadows.

He died that way.

He was relentless and evil, some say the devil himself, but the devil has a purpose, if only to know how not to live your life. In the decade since he reveled in the planes that killed thousands – including 19 of their number who voluntarily sent to slaughter – bin Laden went from an unattainable Satan with a pathetic desperate, making rough recordings to reinforce its relevance to see their efforts to convert even fellow Arabs to their dogma frustrated and rejected.

In the end, he never planned to once again something close to September 11th. His last pictures were of a pampered man barricaded himself in a complex of Pakistan, with self-service video and a large stash of prnography. Just the accoutrements of a prophet.

He’s dead. The aim is no more. A 10 anniversary with free Bin Laden would be a day different from what we experience today. But we swore we’d get, and make sure it happened. He once predicted in an interview with Al-Jazeera “the U.S. government will lead the American people … into an unbearable hell.”

However, he is dead.

And maybe himself.

We are alive.

Everyone wondered, “What if it happens again?” Everyone who ever watched nervously in an airplane window, eyeballed a passenger or suspect, or hesitated to enter a stadium, or woke up in earlier September 11 anniversaries panicked in the streets, buildings or the heavens the same is not safe – we’re still here.

We are alive. This has not happened. Yes, the plots have been thwarted. Se-bes has been captured. We may never know the number of plans interrupted, discovered or disoriented. But the most important, more important.

No similar attacks.

Not in a decade.

We are alive. There is a reason for that. Whether the enemy is less powerful and organized than our fears, or the precautions we have many (sometimes unpopularly) taken are effective, or large-scale t*rror*sm does not follow a timeline of 10 years – you can have two attacks in six months and another for two decades – or are we just lucky.

But we’re alive. We have learned to live with the threat and shadow. We get up. We laughed. We work. Let’s go shopping. Those who remember the financial markets, the dire predictions, and the prevailing sense of doom that covered the fall of 2001 to recognize the nation quickly recovered in many ways.

We are alive.

There are no words more precious.

And yet …

We have changed.

It is silly – even insulting – to think they have traveled back to the days before the attacks. Too many wars fought. Too much hatred exchanged. Too much fear. Disruption in our daily life too.

Just think about a trip to the airport on September 10, 2001. Maintaining deep pockets and shoes. You fill toiletries, computers and scissors without worry. Who drank a Coca-Cola with a hat as he walked through a security check was in the best, superficial. You could drive to a runway. You can bring your family to the door to say goodbye.

We have changed. Searches are a way of life. Closed doors. ID required. Allow two hours. Stand in long queues. Blockage of our daily activities done strictly for safety is immeasurable. And there’s no turning back.

We have changed. Our tempers are shorter. Our anger is rapid fire. Our relations with the Arabs and Muslims – and abroad – have been bruised and battered and fight distrust on both sides while working toward a new calm.

We have changed our view of patriotism – some are sick of the word, some think it’s the only word that matters. But few can say that means no more today than it did the day before the towers started to burn.

What tolerate. What we expect. Is there anyone who feels so free and easy in this century, remembering the feeling in the past? Not watching the news always seem to carry some ominous backdrop? Are not trigger nerves now – when we hear an explosion, a car bomb, and the white powder in a gas card or hidden somewhere on the subway?

We have changed. And yet, when we should be, which are the same. You may have a different president, a different economy today may even be a season-opening NFL football Sunday (almost a national holiday, that one), but are found in churches and barbecues and monuments and demonstrations, when the images are broadcast and recited the names and columns of smoke and the skyscrapers crumble and tapes of the brave passengers (“Let’s roll!”) are placed in front of us, we will back to where we were 10 years ago today, one nation, under God, crying our eyes – and then dry those tears in deference to the class 9 / 11 ‘s end: that life and love is and always will be go.

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