It's been 3 years since that fateful day where I was awoken by my friends' phone calls waking me up after about 2-3 hours of sleep. I can't even describe the way I felt. After playing Counter-strike all night while basking in the joys of unemployment, this was a rude awakening. After staring blankly at the TV for several hours and unsuccessfully trying to make a few phone calls, I went back to playing CS. I was helpless. I used to play as the terrorists, since they seemed to have a more interesting assortment of weapons, and the concept of actual terrorists was so foreign to me. After that day, I've always played as the counter-terrorists.
In some ways, this provided me an opportunity to remember not to forget the little things. On the anniversary in 2002, I spent a bunch of time trying to reconnect with some friends that I had lost touch with. For that I am grateful, as I feel as though my life has been somewhat enriched. For everything else, I'm not the least bit grateful.
Osama, we will find you, whereever you are. Retribution will be served. When I was a kid we worried a little bit about the Cold War, but we were largely safe. You made this generation of children feel unsafe and vulnerable. You will pay.
