Doom, Gloom, and Desperation

I didn't even realize when I woke that it was the eleventh of September. I just remember catching up on everyone's blogs after a week (or- in some cases- month-long absence) due to a tight work schedule. Leaving a comment on Bob's Myspace blog reminded me.

September 11th. I don't even know if I want to go to work. On Smackie, Nate had said that it would be the perfect time for terrorists to attack- I wonder how many other New Yorkers are feeling the apprehension about today that I'm feeling- only much... much worse. So many of them saw the twin towers collapse.

How many will wake this morning and wonder:

"Will it happen again?"

It's an overpowering feeling of fear that can blanket a person's senses, I suppose. Fear, anger, frustration, depression- but mostly fear at this point. After Bush got us wrapped up in the war, we forgot about fear- it was all "over there". It wasn't the territorial protection of our ground soil; it wasn't the American Revolution, or the war of 1812.

No, it's trying to fight a geurilla operation. Playing whack-a-mole with Osama Bin Laden. And all the other good stuff that goes along with it.

Lovely.

Drac's talking about joining up with the Army National Gaurd. I don't know that it would be a bad thing. And I totally support whatever decision he makes- I don't have a child to worry about asking why papa's missing if he gets sent off- really sent off. I do know that I will miss him terribly when he's gone, if he does join.

I think it's time for me to shake off this nervous feeling- normal people aren't still feeling the tremors left over from the tragedy in 2001.

Are they?