The dream is always the same. I'm in the buildings or in the planes. There is no where to go. In one version, I'm sitting in an office at the WTC and I look out my window, and see the plane heading towards me, and just as it's about to hit....I wake up. In another dream, I'm sitting in one of the planes, there are five terrorists around us, and I'm wondering why we aren't doing anything. I somehow make it to the cockpit, open the door, and see us heading towards the building, and again,... I wake up.

Two days after the attacks, we found out that Elaine lost two of her customers . We weren't friends with these people, but we knew them, and they were quite a nice couple. As I said, we didn't know them that well, but still, it brought this unspeakable horror home. To add still more fuel to the disturbing thoughts in my head was the fact that a good friend of mine was there. An hour after the first buliding collapsed, my friend Mark, the director of F.E.M.A.'s Massachusetts Search and Rescue Task Force, and his team were dispatched to New York City. When he returned home a week later, his description of what happened there, haunts me to this day. Mark's unit, the best that I can describe it, is a collapse recovery team. They are highly trained to remove victims from concrete and debris, such as in a collapse. But he said, when they arrived, there wasn't any concrete to speak of. The force of the collapse pulverized the concrete to dust. There was nothing they could do, but assist in the piece by piece sifting of the buildings.

Why I ask, am I having these dreams? I wasn't directly involved with the horror of that day. Why do I care? I'll tell you why. These cowards attacked our country, and our way of life. These cowards murdered innocent men, women, and children. These cowards are murderers, and they won't stop until someone stops them. And that someone has to be us, The United States of America.

If someone hurts my family, I won't stop until that person has been brought to justice. The United States is like our big brother, someone gave us a black eye, and now our big brother will hunt them down and make them pay. I feel safe with my big brother, and I always want him around to protect me. We are all family, and we must all stick together. We cannot let the cowards win. If we are in fear, they win. I am not afraid, I have my big brother.

When will my nightmares end? I don't know. I'm not afraid of my nightmares, they just serve as a reminder of a world that changed, and not for the better. But we will, in due time, make this world a better place for all of us. I am proud to be an American, and so should you all.

GOD Bless America

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