I have been given another request. I have been asked to discuss yet another day in history that I would love to forget
however, I'm sure that no one in the United States will forget it any time soon. The day was September 11th, 2001.
Now, I am well aware of controversy and conspiracy theories centering around this event, however, such things are not my business. I don't care who pulls the trigger, but only who it is that gets shot. So, in this case, whoever planned this isn't my concern. What did concern me was the amount of lives I would claim that day.
The first crash was at 8:46. It was a horrifying sight to behold. The screaming people below could be heard before the plane even made impact, but the minute it did
God, it was like Hiroshima and Nagasaki all over again. I darted into the wreckage and had to remove souls as fast and effectively as I could, because the body count continued to rise. Some of the bodies were unrecognizable; disintegrated by burns and crushed bodies. But that was just the inside of the plane. In the building itself
.dear Lord Almighty
I didn't have to dart as fast through the building as I did through the plane
because not all of the deaths were instantaneous. Some took time
some of those humans suffered tremendously. It would take me days before I finally finished cleaning up that mess. Firefighters, police officers, and military personnel all showed up to do what they could to save the civilians
but even some of the ones that they saved and got to hospitals, were just waiting on me to come get them later.
But I still wasn't finished that day. I wasn't even done with that wreckage, when I suddenly watch another plane, (Flight 175) crash into the South Trade Center Building at about 9:03. God, it was a sprint up to that plane and it felt like I had put time on replay. Do I need to tell you exactly what I did in the second building? Frankly, it wasn't all that different from before. The death toll, however, wasn't as tremendous this time. So many civilians had seen what had happened to the first Trade Center, that many of them had fled the South building. Still, some weren't so lucky. The people on the planes were all claimed by me
there were no survivors. And the ones that were in or below the building itself? Oh, I came to them too. Maybe it was slower and maybe it took time
maybe it would be a few days
but I came to them. There were some people who were buried in the wreckage and I had to claim them before the police could find them. Some survived being buried alive
and to them, I am very pleased that they did
saved me a great deal of trouble.
But, I was foolish. I was foolish enough to believe that this was all I would have to deal with. At just 9:38, I am called to the Pentagon, to discover that there was another crash. Do I really need to tell you how THAT played out? I sound like a broken record already. The only thing you need to know is that I wasn't done with the World Trade Centers yet, so I had to fly back and forth, over and over to collect those souls. At least with Hiroshima and Nagasaki I didn't have to fly from place to place, building to building, city to city. Here, it was like doing a mad sprint between place to place. Imagine doing a 100 meter dash in a millisecond
Finally, I am called to Pennsylvania, the last of the disasters that day, at 10:10 where Flight 93 had made a crash. This time, the death toll was much easier to deal with. The hijacked plane was fought for and won over by the passengers. Though they couldn't stop the plane from crashing, they kept it from hitting any major targets. I had so much respect for those men and women who refused to sit back and give up. They chose to stand up and fight and resist their attackers. I handled them with great care and respect, and I was done with them much faster than I was with the others
I did have to stay there long enough that my smell was mingled in with the smell of fire and burning fuel.
You have already heard my opinion of suicide bombers. You know my position on their ideals and their principles, so I will not go into my loathing a second time. Such men are not fighters for liberty, freedom, or religion
they are pitiful creatures that kill themselves and others to send a message and to make a point to their enemies
cowardice and foolishness is what I call it.
Now, I know you all want me to discuss my opinion on the conspiracy theories. That the United States government secretly planned this whole attack. As I said before, it is not my jurisdiction to make such silly things matter to me
however, I do have my own position on the matter, and it is this: I believe that humanity is very good at pointing fingers. When something goes wrong, it makes sense to blame somebody
anybody. Now the key is, that you can't just blame somebody who is already dead. You couldn't find Osama Bin Laden, or Saddam Hussein when the attacks hit, so your first instinct is to blame and attack the person who you do know and you can find
your political leaders. Those people who you think could have stopped an unstoppable event.
That is the evil of politicians. They speak as if they can solve your problems, and like they know everything wrong with the world and can fix it
but when an unstoppable event
one that cannot be predicted, comes about, they are then hit with the sudden realization that they cannot predict everything. They cannot stop disasters, and they cannot stop me from coming to them. The real people who change the world are the ones who raise their fists against their enemies. The men and women brave enough to take a stand against oppressors and make a difference
much like the men and women on Flight 93. Or the SEALS who took down Osama Bin Laden (I'll talk to you about that day some other time).
Do I believe that your government planned these attacks? No. I do not. Does it matter to me if they did or not? No, it does not. In the end, pointing fingers is useless to me. What matters to me is who I have to pick up next and who it is that had to pay the price for ignorance, evil, and pointing fingers.
I must go and return to work. I wish you the best, and hope I can write again soon.