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9-11-01 // 7.42 pm a few words for the dead My uncle works for the DoD at our local air force base, he regularly spends time at the Pentagon. For most of this morning I waited for word from my aunt to find out where he was...thankfully he was alright, he was at home after being away for like three weeks. Still, that doesn't diminish my utter shock & sense of horror at what happened in NYC and DC today. My entire day has been one big haze...I sat and watched the video on TV this morning and cried. At work I was paying more attention to the news reports on my van's radio than to the packages I was delivering. Just watched the President's address on TV...I don't know what else to say. I want this to be a bad dream, I want to wake up now. I'm going to give blood tomorrow...it's the least I can do. I just wish there was even more I can do.
Can you make it on your own It carries on
Pick up the weapon
Trigger happy, pulling power
See the weirdos on the hill It carries on
Somewhere in history you were wronged It carries on
Or you could love
Lie down in the flowers You could love
So he carried the stars in his pocket You could love
They were happy
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