I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. I have a feeling it’s going to be emotionally draining - this week has already been that way as it is.
Tim had put in a request for passes to the Pentagon services, but unfortunately wasn’t able to get them. For him, even considering attending was one of those big ‘face your fear head on’ kind of things. Personally, I’m not disappointed. Granted, the Pentagon will probably be one of the safest places on the planet tomorrow, but still…
But I will say that putting the missile batteries live is kinda cool. (Yeah, I’m a sick puppy that way. I *like* displays of military muscle around here.)
I worry that tomorrow will bring out all sorts of crackpots. I get the impression there will be plenty of places with crowds and not enough security, and really, all it takes is one person to hurt a lot of others. I don’t think we’ll get through the day incident-free. I REALLY hope I am totally wrong on that one.
I doubt I’ll be watching TV tomorrow - I saw it all last year and it’s still quite fresh in my mind, thankyouverymuch. I don’t really want to see some godawful slideshow of it all again set to some musical background, cutting in and out of scenes of the various memorial services. I don’t like the idea of it all becoming the Krusty the Clown Halftime Special.
And on an extremely selfish note: The Pentagon looks like nothing even happened. Dammit, I don’t want it to look like nothing ever happened here.
Something happened here.
