I remember last year at this time I was at LSU getting ready to take my French test, sitting in my Truck in the Union lot. I had the radio on listening to the talk about exactly what the hell I had spent the morning watching on TV. When I got out of the test, there were some people with American Flags (I think). I went to an apartment complex to look for an apartment, and I got a voicemail that had been placed earlier that morning from my old ROTC friend telling me what'd happened. I called him and we talked for a bit. I remember deciding that I would go in the next couple of days and enlist in the Marine Corps. He had similar intentions, much to the vocal disagreement of our other friends; They just didn't get it. I don't think much happened that night worth mentioning. Crazyness.
I later came to the realization that a loss of that many people in one day actually wasn't such a significant event, when compared to how many people die every day from things like starvation and disease, that go largely unnoticed worldwide. However I was more inflamed by the event, the attack, then by the actual number of deaths. I (like many people) wanted blood. I still do; It only further galvanized my intense desire to have much of the middle east bombed into extinction. I admit I have a raging hardon for the inhuman torture and killing of anyone and everyone even remotely involved in attacks on US citizens; If it ever comes to be that I can open up time in my grad school class schedule (time which can't be spared right now, sadly), I will be enlisting in the Armed Services just so maybe, Maybe I'll get the chance to choke one of them until I can see the life fade from his eyes. Devils..