OPEN LETTER TO THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ATTACK ON THE USA

[ArgonV]

First off, I would like to CLEARLY state that this letter was NOT by me. But by one of my fellow friends, 'nealg' on the Fighter Squadron board. It is as follows:

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OPEN LETTER TO THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ATTACK ON THE USA

Hello.

You missed.

That is one of the drawbacks of cowardice ; by being afraid to stand and face those one attacks, you tend to go way off target. You may smile, and even laugh out loud - you can, as you know no one can see you from where you are cowering. You may say that you did not miss...you struck your blow as you intended. Yes, you caused great pain and anguish - you took lives of people who likely didn't know you exist. I know that must really hurt your ego, too bad it isn't strong enough to overcome your cowardice. Great pain and suffering is being endured thanks to your little fanatics, too stupid to know that being willing to kill themselves for you is only a sign of the low intelligence prevalent among your kind, elevating you, the leader, to a positon of seeming quite intelligent by comparison. But, I repeat.

You missed.

No, you say? You did not miss? Yes, you did. You missed me.

Who am I? I am the mother-father- husband-wife-brother-sister-son-daughter-friend- and fellow citizen - of those whose lives you so senselessly wasted. I am the one who, even if not acquianted with any of them, still feels the loss of each and every one, and the pain and suffering of those who loved them. I am the US citizen fat cat, the guy who has sold his soul for the material things you so obviously desire. I am also the US citizen who responded in 1941 - in 1917 - in many decades gone by - when evil made so foolish a mistake as to arouse me. You have made this mistake. I will find you, never fear. And those like you. You will never be safe, nor will those who follow you. I did not want this, I did not go looking for it. Nor did the thousands whose deaths you are responsible for today.

No, I won't kill you. I do not want you dead. If you die, it will be by your own coward's hand, for I want you alive, that I may witness your reaction to what I have planned for you. You have much to atone for, you and those who follow you. In your blindness and your over confidence, you missed. You missed me.

And that was a mistake.

Signed,

Me
Citizen
United States of America

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You can read the full post here: http://www.fightersquadron.com/ubb/Forum14/HTML/001225.html

I for one found this letter very heart felt and touching... It should be remembered.

[hirschY]

ArgonV

Yes, nicely put.
That is the kind of answer we need, not the kind of let God sort them out.

We must all be patient, but our day will come.
Did anyone see the Congress yesterday!
They were PI$$ed! http://www.sysopt.com/forum/smile.gif

Something will be done soon.

[SPEEDO]

hirshY

God has been sorting for a long time!
This country got to where it is today by stomping on people!
It all began when the white man took this land from the indians!
We have been stomping ever since!
Tuesday we were stomped on like never before!
If you think that we are not going to stomp back you are sadly mistaken, There will be more innocent people killed!
Whomever did this to us didn't seemed to be to concerned about the ramifications that his action would bring.
Whatever happens now is his responsibility, To put it mildly he started it but we are going to finish it.

SPEEDO

[Cruez]

I liked what Sen. Jon McCain, R-Ariz, said

"God may show you mercy, we will not."

Thats what needs to be said.

[Toadman]

I think this editorial from Leonard Pitts of the Miama Herald speaks loads:

"It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But, in this moment of airless shock, when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable *******. What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn?
Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.

Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN
Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before. But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice. I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future. In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.

THE STEEL IN US
You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.

So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You don't know what you just started. But you're about to learn."