The whole thing was just so surreal, I couldn't believe what I was hearing and all I could think about was how many people are dead and are there any more attacks still to come. I also thought about my family and wether or not I would have to go off to war and leave them behind. Who would take care of them? Who would protect them now that terrorists had come to our shores? Was that selfish of me when so many thousands of families had lost there loved ones and would never see them again?
I don't know to be quite honest.
Then I heard that the Pentagon had been hit and that many of my fellow soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines had been killed. At this point anger took over and all I wanted to know was who did this and when are we going after them. I didn't care what race they were or what country they were from. I just wanted to do something, anything instead of feeling so helpless.
How glad I am that we had a great man in the White house when this tragedy occured.
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