Nine 11

911 was a moving day to most Americans. It was surreal to those watching as two monumental pieces of engineering crumpled to mere rubble. Hearts of love ones crumpled the same, as they struggled to make reality of irreplaceable losts. Political figures offered candid apologies with insincere eyes. The then leader of the country deemed the culprit a "faceless coward"( feel free to attach his easily mockable  accent).  Soon thereafter United States troops flooded the middle east, prepared or not. Wives and love ones prayed on bended  knees as young soldiers in unfamiliar territory were involuntarily brought to theirs. This would mark the beginning of a war that would reach near adolescence. This would be the nearest political mold that would shape the hearts of the American people irregularly.

  That day in recent history, has for me  made two things apparent: The power of Americans, when united, is damn near untouchable. And extremism and hate is as toxic as the two have  always been. We have the potential to be harmonious, as demonstrated during such a catastrophic time. However, it seems that we're only that perfect puzzle if we are uniting on a basis to fight.-Take care not to misconstrue what is intended here. It is obvious that one cannot verbally reason with a combatant that is smiting you with ferocious blows; in such a case you have  to counter with tactics, sometimes lethally. It is so that we've done.

 Just as it is crucial to know how to neutralize an enemy, it is equally as important to show your foe who you truly are, unless the bloodshed legitimately represents you. I'd like to hope the latter isn't the case, but I've gotten a sneaky suspicion that my hopes don't amount to much, as per usual. After the 11th of September, the news was filled with calculated footage from Iraq and neighbouring hotspots( no wifi intended). Every once in a while it would be contaminated with something good. Common gibberish in the workplace was that of the war, a minority of the conversation holders were conspiracy theorists-I haven't met one yet without astronomical amounts of free time on their hands. No matter what, the theme of most conversations pertaining to the war was revenge. But where precisely do you draw the line? When both sides are inflicting wounds faster than it takes for the recovery process to take place, it seems to be only a matter of time before a national body meets death. To my disdain, this arouses us. We pray slanted prayers for our own, while women and children perish  in robotic crossfire. They celebrate kamikaze deaths of their own, that take out Americans.  The cycle is nonetheless vicious.

 November of 2008, the fight continues. The only difference is that it was overseen by a new commander in chief. His philosophy, if my memory hasn't yet failed me, as it threatens to, had to do with stern diplomatic talks, and ultimately bringing our troops home. Sounds decent? I'd think so, but the whispers that floated around were actually sufficiently loud for it to catch on. He was deemed a coward. This is the same word that the prior leader scolded the terrorists with. This isn't being composed to paint the current commander in chief brightly or dull. However, it should be necessary to mention that anyone can throw a punch, but it takes a courageous, standup individual to be willing to converse to obtain mutual understanding after wiping away blood. As I've always said, I have an undying respect and love for my fellow soldiers, but the leaders of America, and many of it's citizens, could use a bit of work.

 This is a very real day for some. Each of you should offer an untiring shoulder to anyone that might be still struggling with memories. In the words of  Indira Gandhi, "you cannot shake hands with clenched fists".  -cheers d.a.