It was about 8:50 am on that day. I woke up and , being a cartoon junkie, I went to turn on some cartoons. But instead, I saw “Plane Crashes Into Tower”. Then I turned it into my local NBC Station. Then CBS. ABC. FOX. PBS. UPN. WB. Even the Home SHopping Network had it. I woke up my roommate and his fiancee. They weren’t too happy that I dragged them out of bed at that time, but we all watched as the second plane hit.

It took two seconds to realize what had happened. In the first second I thought, “That plane had time to clear! That plane could have steered away.” In the next second, I said words that made the roomate’s fiancee cry: “This was done on purpose.” Then we heard about the Pentagon. “We’re under attack.” She cried because she lost a cousin in the Towers.

I went to work later that day. And I still feel the same way I did when the Towers fell… I feel sorriest for those responsible, because whoever is responsible, we’re going to find them. And they’re going to pay.

As the old saying goes: “First things first. Then we’re coming for you.”