. . . . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . . . In dedication to . . . . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm everyone who was lost . . . . . or lost someone . . . . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm September 11, 2001: . . . . . Anada 445 . . . . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Untitled Fiction by Flack mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 09/30/01 mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I love my country. I love my family, and I love God. Not in that order, mind you. In fact, I love them all equally. I love my wife, I love my kids. I love my friends. Last weekend, we had a group of friends over and had a great big cookout. We had a blast! It makes me sad that I won't be getting together with those friends anymore. But, no time for tears at the moment. I'm a good person and I do the right things. I hate seeing dead bodies as much as the next guy, but when you see so many you get a bit numb. It's not that you don't care, it's just that, well, after a while, I want to, I just don't anymore. Have to separate yourself from work. Sometimes, you know, life gets confusing. and you have to sit down and, you know, take a minute to sort things out. But not this time. Not about this. I know what's right. And I know I'm doing the right thing. These are the things I'm thinking while aiming a plane at the World Trade Center. I love my country. I love my family, and I love God. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .------ * * ------ by Flack (c) anada.net 09/30/01 ----------- mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm