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And the bastards that pulled it off are still out there, there will be no rest for the souls of 9/11 until they are caught, killed and brought to justice. It makes me sick on one hand that when they are finally caught we will afford them the courtesy of our justice system where they afforded no one the same in return and they do it in the name of God. On the other hand this is what makes us truly great.
Thank God and all those in the world who hold love, peace and caring for each other as the eternal doctrine of righteousness.
I was just thinking back that night I went to Old Harbor in Sandwich with my fly rod to cast for sunset school fish. I met Mike Figlioli there, an old friend from flyfishing days. It was quiet, eriely quiet, no planes in the sky, no cars or people. Mike saw me coming and instead of saying hello he said, "It will never be the same again, Steve", "but I had to come here to help me think through what I saw today". I just nodded and we silently waded in and started casting. I don't remember if we caught anything or even saying goodbye.
A week later I was on Balston Beach and a gentleman approached me as I was casting into a gentle wash. He asked if I had had any luck. I replied that I was just starting. He looked nervous or maybe anxious would be a better word. He had no boots or waders on just shorts and a sweatshirt and carried a small bag over his shoulder and a small tin hung from his leader off of his rod. I noticed he had a thick New York city accent. I asked if he was from there, he looked up at me and I could see his eyes welling up with tears, "Yes he said, I live in the city". I aksed if he worked in town and was he close when it happened. "With tears now rolling down his cheeks he told me, " I was on the 12th floor of the north tower when it hit" he started to sob and then quickly turned away and started walking to the north along the beach and casting as he went, sobbing all the time I watched him. I silently asked God to help him get through it as he disappeared over the point to the north of me. And I cried for him and all the others for the first time that day, on that beach, alone as the sun set behind the dunes.
God bless them all and keep us all in this new age.
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