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Disbelief....that is what initially ran through my head. I told myself it was a dream. There was no way that this could happen in the United States. As the day went on it sunk in. There are no words to express the sorrow I felt for those that were in the building or on those airplanes. I watched the news in horror as they showed over and over again the plane crash and the explosion. At one point the buildings collapsed to the ground. Again I could not believe that this was happening. Where was this going to end. Word came around that another plane had destroyed some of the pentagon. We were officially under attack.

As I sat and pondered again how something like this could have happened, the movie Independence Day kept flashing through my head. The clouds of smoke and the ash covering everything and closing in on all those people running for their lives. My disbelief turned to anger and I began to have an anger fit. Swearing, throwing things, almost to the point to where I would have had a mental breakdown. Someone is going to pay for what they have done I thought. Soon, I could take no more of the news for a while and decided to just sit at my desk at work and get even angrier. I logged on to my favorite message board at http://www.opieanthony.com and found that others shared in my disbelief and anger. I found that by reading the messages that the others had posted I began to feel better. Still angry yet consoled that I wasn't the only one that wanted to "nuke someone".

I seriously thought about enlisting with the U.S. Military and may still do so, but for the time being have decided to wait and see what happens. Maybe I can be of better service here, donating money, blood, blankets, food, and whatever else I can find. I may not have much but I give what I can.

I resumed watching the news and learned that 200 firefighters and 87 police officers were feared missing. Now, I'm a grown man and it takes a lot to make me cry but I started bawling. My step-dad was a fire-fighter and because of someones stupid mistake after he had a kidney transplant he was taken from me, my brother, mother and his three children. I felt terrible and felt that there was nothing that I could do.

I again turned to the aforementioned message board and read some more of the posts that I found and posted myself. I became active in a couple of threads and again found the support that I needed to calm down.

The anger and the disbelief will no doubt linger with me for a very long time if not forever. I seriously hope and pray to god that something is done about this. If there is nothing done then we are all certainly doomed.

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