september 11th i woke up about 7am, west cost time, french toast and righ, turkey bakon, taking my time, awaking, turning my tv on, to my surprise, seeing what everyone in the world saw, me and my children, images were chilling, my son said "daddy were they people in that building", a cold sweat, frozen with a lump in my chest, i heard his question, couldn't bring my lips to say yes to him. That night, at my sons side, he cried, he prayed for the ones that died in the world trade. His palms to god, seads of qualms with god, he just kept on pressing me, wana no why? then one week later our bombs would drop we seeing em on cnn they just wont stop, the infa red images of brutle attack. he said "daddy now we killing em back? why? why?"