I still get angry. I still want revenge.

I still wish I could have been one of those running towards the burning towers.

I mourn them all, heroes, cowards and just plain folks. Some went down fighting. Some died without ever knowing they had been murdered.

It’s nearly impossible to write about September 11. The words are buried by all the emotions.

In some ways, late in my life, the events of 9/11 have become the defining events of my life. It is my Pearl Harbor.

Before that day, I knew that we had enemies in Islam. I knew about all the attacks and terror and death that Islam had brought in the preceding generation. I knew it like you know a fairy tale. By heart, but it’s just not real.

Then the towers fell, and so did the walls of my tidy, secure little world. Someone out there wants to kill or enslave me and mine. And that will be over my cold, dead body.

I WILL NEVER SUBMIT!

I will fight our Islamic enemies through this blog, through the Terrorist Death Watch site, by voting for people willing to fight and by supporting our men and women doing the fighting. I will be the best volunteer EMT I can, and work to see that others are as prepared as they can be for the next time that Islamic terrorists choose to murder Americans.

Our enemies will attack us again. More innocents will die at the hands of Islam. I will not surrender to this terror. I will not give in or give up. I will never get over it or move on.

Remember September 11!