| Saturday, September 15th, 2001
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I had a dream a few nights before the tragedy...I was holed up in a bunker witnessing a display of bravado from some Arab soldiers...only they didn't look like organized soldiers--dressed in plains clothes, waving automatic weapons in the air--cheering it seemed. I got the impression they were government officials at that time...Now I wonder, with the eery timing, if they were not, in fact, terrorists...if one of them was not Osama himself... These men stepped down from their groundworks and minutes later Arab soldiers made an assault on my position. I took aim with my M4 and I killed a man for the first time in my life...but it didn't stop with just one. I didn't think much of that dream when I woke up. It wasn't the first dream that I killed men in. I had just logged off on Tuesday Evening here in Okinawa when I turned on the TV to check the typhoon watch conditions. Typhoon Nari had been returning to menace Okinawa and I might not be returning to work on Wednesday because of it. It was about 10PM here when I saw that second plane hit the already burning WTC. My soul wept. There has never been a time in my life that I have felt so tired...so dreadfully tired. I have spent most of Typhoon Nari in bed, asleep. It is Saturday now and the shock has worn off, replaced by a smoldering anger. This anger may stick around for a very long time. I want the Middle East...gone. All of it. Jordan, Pakistan, Israel, Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, Saudi Aurabia...the entire "Hot Spot". I say now is the second time in the history of the world that we should employ nuclear war. Yet this is anger speaking. Calm, collected voices whisper how wrong those thoughts are...and I agree. Innocents will die from this upcoming war as is...there is no need to further that death. WWIII? I think that thought is in everyone's mind. It's quite possible...this third world war the most unconventional of them all--striking not at some territorial enemy but rather a skulking rat, hiding underground and within the bosum of a country suddenly afraid to harbor them. The Taliban leaders have dispersed from the seat of their government, escaped into hiding...as well they should. They are not naive, and neither am I. This war is not so much a seek and destroy mission as a display of might...and annihiliation. These Middle East Nations that support, fund, and harbor terrorists like Osama bin Laden...they will be struck. If necessary, they will be struck from the face of the gobe. We cannot target only the terrorists...it would be impossible to do so...just as telling the Viet Cong apart from villagers, so would be the task of telling terrorist from Arab national. We must wage war with those they depend on to aid and abet them. After all...to aid a terrorist is to BE a terrorist. My soul continues to weep. current mood: indescribable
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