11 September 2011
Empty Skies ...
eerily silent that morning. The uncertainty, tension, anxiety ... The Anger.

So fierce and uncontrollable, welling up so explosively like it was being unleashed from the very bowels of hell.

A day that seemed to drag on forever. Finally getting home from work, to find a big chunk of the High School football team still glued to the TV.
Several of whom were compelled to serve because of this day, and still do ...

Jay knows how i feel

Walter knows my frustration

Mike knows why i'm frustrated

Rose, Sweet Rose chokes me up

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