'Murica

I almost decided not to make a post about 9/11.  I was afraid of sounding like I am using the date to garner attention or talk about myself.  Obviously, this day has nothing to do about me, and is in honor, memory, and celebration of those who lost their lives on that tragic day AND those who have since lost their lives in an effort to fight terrorism.
But this blog is about being an Opher and I decided to post about how 9/11 has shaped parts of me.  Like many of us I remember everything about that day.  I was in 7th grade.  I heard about it during "lounge" right after lunch.  My friend Steven told me that the Pentagon was attacked and I distinctly remember telling him "yeah right, who told you that?"  Word for word.  Well soon after that our principal came over the speaker and told us what had happened.  The rest of the day in our classes we watched those horrible images.  Teachers were silent because they did not know how to react around students.  Students were scared because in our life times we knew no war, we knew little evil.
That day was the first time I really saw true evil in the world.  Of course I knew about crime and murder, but to see 3,000 people killed, now that sinks in.  I love America.  Everyone who knows me knows I am an ARROGANT American.  And I don't care.  Screw politics, screw agendas, I am an American and I will always love and support this great country.  I often struggle about my love and dedication to our country when thinking about how Jesus asks us to live.  But you know what, he made me American so I will be American.  I love our troops, they are braver than I could ever be.  I am free to write what ever I want on this blog because our soldiers fight for our freedoms.  Cliche, but true.
     And yes, I was happy when that bastard Osama was killed.  (excuse my language, but I only speak truth.)  People told me I was less of a Christian because I celebrated the death of someone.  I'll God decide that.  But I have no regrets.  He has organized attacks that have killed thousands of innocent people.  he was a coward who ran and hid for the past 20 years.  He attacked people who could not defend themselves.  There were kids on those airplanes, moms and dads in those buildings.  If I cannot be glad that someone who murdered well over 3,000 people had been killed, then so be it.  But I have a feeling God is not gonna send me to hell for that.
    I will step off my soap box and finish with this.  That day forever changed myself, America, and the world.  I honor those firefighters, EMTs, police and port authority officers, and brave bystanders who saved many lives by risking and giving theirs.  I honor those people who lost their lives that day whether it be in the towers, the pentagon, or on Flight 93.  I honor the soldiers who enlisted after 9/11 like my uncle did so they could serve their nation and fight back.  Many of them died in war, I honor them.
I love my country, I love my country.  And I am a different person because of what happened that day.  But that day showed us that even though we may not agree with another's politics or views, we will always unite in the face of adversity.  UNITED WE STAND.  Do Not Tread On Us!!!  And of course, USA AINT NOTHING TO ______ WITH!
'Murica!