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. . . . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
. . . . . In dedication to
. . . . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm everyone who was lost
. . . . . or lost someone
. . . . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm September 11, 2001:
. . . . . Anada 445
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Untitled Fiction
by Flack
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09/30/01
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I love my country. I love my family, and I love God.
Not in that order, mind you. In fact,
I love them all equally.
I love my wife, I love my kids. I love my friends.
Last weekend, we had a group of friends over and had a
great big cookout. We had a blast! It makes me sad that
I won't be getting together with those friends anymore.
But, no time for tears at the moment.
I'm a good person and I do the right things.
I hate seeing dead bodies as much as the next guy,
but when you see so many you get a bit numb.
It's not that you don't care, it's just that,
well,
after a while,
I want to,
I just don't anymore. Have to separate yourself from work.
Sometimes, you know, life gets confusing.
and you have to sit down and, you know, take a minute to
sort things out.
But not this time.
Not about this.
I know what's right.
And I know I'm doing the right thing.
These are the things I'm thinking
while aiming a plane at the World Trade Center.
I love my country. I love my family, and I love God.
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* * ------ by Flack (c) anada.net 09/30/01
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