It has only been eleven short years since that day, and I would bet that for most Americans, it is still one of the most easy to remember days of your life. You know where you were at when you first heard of the terrible events, you remember who you spoke to in great detail, and you will never forget watching it on the news.

I was a Tactical Officer teaching at Fort Benning, Georgia. We were in the final (16th) week of training and were doing tactical missions in the field. I ran home for a few minutes to see my family, and watched the second tower come down. When I headed back out to the field, all of the gates were closed, and it was hours long wait to get on post. Being I had coon hunted all of Benning, I knew how to four wheel my way in from the north side to get back to my job. While up on the north side, I stoped at a Burger King to grab a quick lunch. To this day, I will never forget walking in, in my BDU uniform, and my face painted with camo. You could have heard a pin drop when I walked in. Columbus, Georgia was still in post Viet Nam mode, and soldiers were pretty much hated. Having that high and tight hair cut was the equivelancy of having leopracy. Columbus changed that day. Every patron in BK got out of their seat, and came and shook my hand. They were afraid, and they wanted to know that the military was going to protect them.

Eleven years has now passed, and since that day, I have spent around 27 months deployed in the war on terror. Today, I am absolutely dumfounded at how things have played out. If days after getting attacked, someone would have told me that in just a few short years, Americans would go to the voting booth, and elect a man named Barack Hussein Obama as their next president, I would have said that there was no way in hell that it could ever happen. If they would also tell us that he was raised in muslim schools, and the son of an anti American muslim communist, I would have told them they were crazy. If they told me that this same man declared his run for his senate seat in the house of a known terrorist who blew up bombs in American subways, and called for a communist revolution that would murder millions of American capitalist, I would not have believed a word of it. Some things just make you wonder.

In just a few short years after getting attacked, the liberal democrats of this nation rallied behind building a Islamic Mosque at the site of where that awful attack happened.

Liberalism is a cancerous disease, and America is in stage III. I fear that no ammount of treatment can heal us now.


The grandparents stood firm and fought fascism and were victorious. The parents guarded the front door against communism during the cold war and prevailed. The grandchildren dumbed down by television, hip hop and rap, political correctness, high on their MTV, and blinded by multiculturalism went to the back door, opened it wide, invited the enemy inside the house. The enemy is now from within and is running the schools, the government and the media.

This is for all of you liberal fucks who are ruining our country's core values and beliefs our fore fathers founded it on. Just in case your visions and beliefs have been so diluted here is a reminder:

I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

May God bless all the families affected by that tragic day, and the ones since that have lost loved ones in the war on terror. Also a special prayer to the 343 Firefighters that gave it all that day.



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