I’ve been sitting here for the past hour and a half wondering what to write, if I could write, or if I should write. I know that the topic du jour is illegal immigration, and in some ways, what I feel right now makes that issue even more important and relevant.

I went tonight to the 7PM showing of “United 93″ at a local theater. I wanted my friend and I to beat the evening after-dinner crowd, because I knew I would need a while to decompress afterwards, even before I saw the film.
On the way up the steps to our seats in the back of the theater, my stupid sandals caught on one of the steps, and I fell. My left elbow broke my fall, popcorn & Diet Coke everywhere, but luckily there were only 3 other couples in the theater that early. All asked if I was okay, and I said “yes, except my pride.” Little did I know how stupid that would later sound to me.
I got to my seat and realized that the left sleeve of my white blouse was soaked with blood. I didn’t even know I had injured myself that bad. I went to the restroom to clean up, and a very nice lady came in behind me to check on me. She took some Band-Aids the manager brought me, and without a thought, helped me clean my wound and bandage it. She was very concerned, and I told her that I was very thankful for her help, but that I was okay - I’d been through worse. We went back out of the restroom, separated, and back into the darkness of the theater.
Seven o’clock came, the lights went down, and the trailers of upcoming movies started to play. The theater was about half full by this time, and there was a bit of nervous restlessness in the air. It was almost uncomfortable laughter at stupid previews of stupid comedies that soon will be at a theater near you. But we all knew what we were there for - to remember the horror that happened to us, and to pay homage to the brave heroes of that flight.
Then - the feature film. Lights went even lower, and a dead silence fell upon the audience. The anticipation was almost palpable because we all knew what was going to happen, but it’s like going on that roller coaster ride you’ve been on before that absolutely terrified you, yet you knew you had to ride it again to face your fears. So you hang on tight, hold your breath, and wait for the inevitable.
During the entire nearly 100 or so minutes that the movie played, nobody said a word. Rapt attention was the feeling I got from everyone in attendance. The film starts out in a hotel room where four Islamofascist thugs are praying, one shaving, but all preparing to go to Allah and their 72 virgins once their “mission” is complete.
The movie is shot sort of cinema verite-style; sometimes jerky, jumping from scene to scene, and not always in the best lighting. But that’s the way it really happened. So that’s the way it should have been filmed. And so it was.
As the story weaves its way through the inner workings of NORAD, the FAA, ATCs, and Airline officials, it also begins to tell the personal stories of the soon-to-be heroes of Flight 93 through their personal conversations with family members, co-workers, etc., via cell phone or just to each other before they boarded United 93. Once in the air after their delay on the tarmac, all hell breaks loose as the first plane to be hijacked, American Airlines flight 11, disappears from radar and radio contact, and it becomes apparent the plane was not “lost” at all. The plane, carrying 81 passengers, nine flight attendants and two pilots, crashed into a tower of New York’s World Trade Center about 8:45 a.m. As this horror is unfolding, the innocent passengers and crew of Flight 93 have no idea yet what’s going on around them.
Once the terrorists begin to take action on the plane, a gutteral hatred for all they believe began to take hold of me. I won’t give away what happens in the details, but suffice it to say there are moments that I admittedly felt utter joy and glee when the heroes of the flight took decisive action. I’m very thankful to the producers and the writers of this film that they showed these people fighting back as fiercely as they did. Embellished or not, I don’t give a damn - it felt good to see them striking back and beating one of the hijackers to his bloody death.
Yes, the movie is graphic, but so were the events of that day. There are still more stories yet to tell, but this was a good start for the consciousness of America. This is the kind of reminder we all need to understand why we’re where we are today in this global war on terror.
The exact ending has been much discussed on the web and TV, so I’m not giving anything away here. The movie ends much like the lives of all those on board United 93. They are ferociously trying to wrestle the plane’s control from the terrorist, and the green fields of Pennsylvania are approaching in view as the plane barrels down faster and faster. Then blackness. No crash, no bang; just darkness and silence.
The entire theatre sat there motionless staring at the black screen. Nobody moved, no sounds of motion, only the sound of several people trying to stifle and choke back tears. Then the dedications roll…. and the credits begin. And the audience still sits there. Numb. Silent.
Filing out of the theater, it was like single-file zombies on parade. I could see many faces and cheeks outside the doors who bore the streak-marks of tears as did mine. Couples were clutching each other tighter it seemed, nobody spoke to patrons who were entering, it was just a silent long walk back to current life as it is today, yet remembering the past. I only hope that the rest of the theater came away with the resolve that I did. In fact, I’m certain they did.
The very sweet woman who came to help doctor my wound in the restroom found me in the hallway, and she said “I hope you’ll be okay.” I hugged her, teared up as I cocked my head back to the theater, and said “all things considered, there’s not a damn thing wrong with me.”
When I got home, I immediately put in a DVD called “What We Saw: The events of September 11, 2001, in Words, Pictures and Video.” I have to see this - I need to see this - again.
America, it’s time we heed the call once again in our determination to be strong as an UNDIVIDED country, and fight back the Islamofascists who want to destroy our very way of life, and who despise us for the freedoms that we have and hold dear.
There is a visceral yet necessary component or reaction to this movie. Please, I urge each and every one of you - go see this movie. If for no other reason than to honor those brave men & women of EVERY flight that was hijacked on that day, as well as the thousands that were killed in the WTC towers, the Pentagon, and yes, in that field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
I just pray that no other American has to watch as that green, grassy field approaches before everything goes dark. This is not just a reminder, folks….it’s a warning. It’s not a matter of “if” anymore…. but of “when.”
It may be over-used, but tonight I appreciate and am motivated once again by Todd Beamer’s words from that day and portrayed in the movie: “Let’s Roll.”
Seen at Jo’s Cafe, My Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, Stop the ACLU, Cao’s Blog, Gribbit’s Word, Ace of Spade HQ, PoliPundit, Sister Toldjah, Gay Patriot, Right Wing Nation, and BlackFive.
Annika’s Journal has a teriffic review on this movie as well! Rhiel World View doesn’t review the movie, but has a very compelling video posted at his site, and Expose the Left has a brief review on Sunday. Austin Bay has a great write up on it, too.