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ATTENTION:
Terrorists Listen to the weeping: the aunts and the uncles and the cousins and the friends. Hear the wails, and the howls, and the shrieks, and the sobs. Listen to the terror. See the tears. You must. After all, we are. Take a deep breath. Inhale the smoke and the sweat and the soot and the smog. Taste the tears. Drink an ocean of them. Drown in that ocean. Forever. Look. See the horror. Gaze into the faces of the armies of families wandering New York City with photographs, because that’s all they have left. See the babies in strangers' arms. Stare at the sight of human beings trying to fly. Take a knife and engrave that sight into your brains. Cut it into your skin. Brand it on your hearts. Scorch it so deep into your soul that it leaves a hole that will never heal. Feel. You must. After all, we are. Soak it up. Absorb the red of the blood, the dark blue of the grief, the whiteness of nothing. Be burned by the fire. Press images into the backs of your eyelids until you see them even in your dreams. But do not sleep. Have no peace. See the New York police officer standing in silent, somber vigil on the very spot where his firefighter brother died. Be filled with the emptiness of hunger as he refuses food. Thirst desperately as he turns away from water. Look into the eyes of the man whose pregnant wife was last seen on the 101st floor. Listen to the answering machine recording of a woman’s last words. See the man huddled weeping on the curb. Feel the breath of orphans on your neck. Sear it into your veins. Tattoo the names upon every inch of your flesh. Stand in the long lines of those hoping for survivors. Walk the halls of the hospitals. Trudge on and on. Do not rest. We’re not. Join the firefighters as they labor. Sift through the rubble. Breathe the dust and the death and the destruction. Lift the body parts and the corpses. Buckle under the weight. Collapse with exhaustion. Never get over it. Listen, too, to the sounds of Old Glory flapping in the breeze, all over this country, from sea to shining sea. Hear the singing of the National Anthem, not only in America but in Buckingham Palace. Let the words of God Bless America echo in your ears. Hear the church bells chiming. Listen to the school children pledging allegiance to the flag of the United States of America. See how the candles light the faces of Americans. Look up, into our spacious skies. See the moon. We’ve landed there. You can crumble buildings, but you can’t crumble freedom. You can crash airplanes, but you can’t crash hope and strength and bravery and faith. We are a nation with the ability to rebuild. We have minds and hearts and souls with more resolve and determination that you can even begin to comprehend. We are the land of the free. We will remain that way. Watch as America comes back with a force multiplied a million times over what it was before September 11, 2001. Your goal was to divide us. You made us stronger. You brought us together. We are truly indivisible. United we stand, with liberty and justice for all. Even you. Be aware of the FBI. See them track your every move. Watch your back. Our armed forces are on your trail. Attention: terrorists . . . observe. Stop running for just a moment. Listen and look and smell and hear and feel. You must. But then resume running. You have the United States of America on your heels.
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