1000 Words on 9/11

A Thousand Words

The Gray cloud of the World Trade Towers’ fallout reached every TV in America and poured out into living rooms as grown men wept openly in front of their children.

Disbelief.

Unthinkable.

No.

No words can encapsulate the emotion of those Elemental Tears, for encapsulation would be a disservice and a mockery to the loss and pain of the heavily pinched nerve.

Pictures, video, streaming and stills settled into our wide eyes as the radio stations disrupted regularly scheduled programming on every bandwidth to cover the successes of our Attackers and the catastrophic blows to our Nation’s sense of security, honor, pride, and invincibility.

Never had a war been brought by a foreign power to the U.S. mainland soil. The Atlantic and Pacific had stood Sentinels for over two centuries. Sure, there were close calls. Kennedy’s ire crushed Kruschev in the Cuba Crisis. We had been brought into World War Two after our Pacific Military outpost in the Hawaiian Islands was savagely victimized. But, never had the mainland been struck.

Families huddled together and prayed and prepared, shaken. Gas mask sales spiked. The Army-Navy Surplus stores were overwhelmed as Men and Women prepared for the coming waves of Terror and the possibility of Nuclear Bombs detonating in every major U.S. city. Thoughts flew and ran this way and that. Possibilities, once unimaginable, were suddenly considered…and, in the end, after the five-gallon water bottles and the generators and the canned foods were bought in immediate reactionary defensive measure throughout the next week…America got down to the tough business of kicking the ever-living Hell out of whoever had the audacity, the gall, the brash to hatch such Evil.

No one truly realized how close this country came to complete economic Paralysis and Anarchy in that first week. We all stared in awe; our eyes glazed every time we witnessed the re-run of one of those jets missile through the achievement of construction that were the Trade Towers and Human Bones. For, though it took time, the gravity of five hundred to a thousand lives vanishing in an instant, as each explosion rocked us, slowly but surely etched every American Heart.

When we heard of the Pentagon Strike and the bravery of the "Let’s Roll" passengers aboard United Flight 93, the complexity unfolded and we all reckoned over the hatred and dedicated planning involved in the plot, while we attempted to muster pride in those Heroic passengers and firemen and policemen and common pedestrians that fell in the immediate aftermath of the strike, consumed in the Gray cloud of the Chaos.

At the time, we didn’t realize that the Grayness of that cloud dusted every American. And as horrible and devastating as the tragedy was, the American People had Never been closer. We were ready to fight. We were United, as we have never been, in those first tragic hours and in those initial weeks of dismay. It was as if we were all in a foxhole, watching as our best friend’s head was taken off by a mortar. It was as if we were all soldiers and the frontline had settled on each and every American doorstep.

Out of the Grayness of the dust cloud of noxious fuels and hazardous fumes that blew through the streets of New York and into our Minds through our TV sets, the Bright Colors of the American Flag AROSE! We all bore the Flag proudly, for Grayness was the enemy and our only allies were its bold colors. United beneath its bold Color, we were determined, like never before, to Exist. We were Alive! And no one, wherever they were plotting, had the Right to Tread on US!

Today, everyone’s head shakes, saying "Jesus. Has it been five years?" But, if you think back, you’ll realize that if the entirety of the planet’s population had decided to invade this country in those first months of recovery…every Man, Woman, and child that could hold a gun would have armed and would have Fought with every fiber of his being to Exist. The Right to Life was not negotiable, suddenly; and for the first time in the history of our great nation, which prides itself on peaceable disagreement…for the first time, everyone agreed on at least That.

The Grayness of that Evil Cloud wafted through our homes and the definitively American Seed of Rebellion Against Evil was omni-present and all-encompassing. We were all aware, shockingly so, for the first time, how fragile the World’s Peace truly was. Yet, while we lamented our lost innocence, we Stood - shoulder to shoulder - and sang out in a unified voice, "WE WILL NOT RETREAT, TERROR!"

Our backs were against the wall, and we had never quite experienced the sensation of cornering to such an extent. And, it is in that light, and only in that light, that we can understand what Israel goes through every minute of every day as her enemies poise to wipe her out in genocidal fashion.

False Invincibility is only brought to its senses by the poisoning Gray cloud of Evil. And, though we are currently facing a many-headed Hydra of Evil from the corners of the globe, the reason I believe the United States of America will survive is because that Gray Cloud is, today, ever present in our Media’s inability to give us unfettered facts and definitions. And, I believe, when the Silent Majority awakens to the reality of the disinformation, which has led us into a new, unprecedented polarity, The American Flag will once again ARISE as a first defense and mutual ally, for the Bold Colors of that Flag have the Power to Pierce every Gray Cloud of Evil. The colors of that Flag hold an entire history of success and failure of an Indivisible People struggling toward Freedom.

The Blood of our Liberating Army…

The Light of our Founding Fathers…

And the Promise of a New Dawn of Liberty, breaking…the promise of a Clear Blue Sky, driving the Grayness, forever, asunder.


-The Elemental Chronicler
(11:59pm)