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I watched the movie again today. Never ceases to make me cry, and nothing makes me cry.
No matter your political views, whether you're a conspiracist or not, I can't imagine anyone not having the utmost respect and gratitude for those 44 men and women who sat down as strangers and stood up as one.
I know of no closer family outside of my own than you guys, so I express this to only you.
Thank you to the men and women of United flight 93, who gave their own to save so many.
An American flag over gate 17A, where United 93 departed at Newark Liberty International Airport, still flying to this day.
Today, at this moment, I think about the families. Fathers, daughters, sons, husbands, wives, mothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents. On no other day does a whimsical conspiracy theorist blaming the whole thing on the US government anger me more. People so obliged to spit on the graves of the dead, metaphorically speaking, by running their mouths about the government, instead of taking a moment of silence to honor their memory.
Today is a day of emotion. I'll be at working here in 7 hours, but I'll tell ya what, I won't be getting much done today.
United flight 93 crashed in a little town called Shanksville, which is only about an hour away from me, if I take the Pa. Turnpike. I have visited the memorial there, and let me tell you, it opened my eyes up to just what those *******s did on that day. I can't imagine what those people had to go through on that plane, but someday, I would like to thank them for unselfishly helping to save lives, by giving their own, and being the first to strike back.
God bless the passengers and crew of United flight 93.
They should run a movie that like on television, that way the channel surfers can watch something worth watching. The movie brings me to tears each time.
I saw it on A&E the other night while channel surfing.
When it got towards the end and the passengers were trying to take back the plane, I lost it. Nothing makes me cry but that did. It was the first time that I have ever watched television and physically could not move. I thought to myself, "I can not move." All I could do was sit there and watch.
I can not imagine what those people went through. All the pain and anguish of knowing they weren't going home again...ever.
May God have mercy on their souls and may they always rest in peace.