Sobo (sobol) wrote, @ 2003-04-09 01:28:00

September Eleventh Made Me Sick
While most of the nation prayed to their gods and lit candles and set fireworks, I drove to work. The banners were pasted all over town, on buildings and cars, on shirts and hats. Red, white, and blue.
I felt the acids in my stomach climb towards the freedom inspired by the flags. A group of silver haired ladies toured the fire department. Each one had a hand bag or hat or fanny pack with the popular color combination. My eyes winced in pain.
I greeted my favorite eighty-year-old when I got to work. She moved here after World War Two, desperate to leave behind memories of nazis and death.
“Where’s your red and your white and your blue?” I asked her, surprised at the pink sweatshirt.
“I already loved this country.”

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