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I thought something like this would never happen. That day started out normal enough. I woke and stood from my bed, took a shower, brushed my teeth, went to work. If I knew I was about to
suffer so, I would have prepared myself. Staring up at the ceiling, my allies standing around me, trying to help... It all seemed like a horrible nightmare. My skull pounded and I was bleeding from my
mouth. I couldn't speak without difficulty. I was shaking violently and I gripped Matthew's and Arthur's hands tightly, my knuckles white.
"T-They'll... Pay. For what." I gasped in pain. "For what... They h-have... Done."
"Alfred, try not to speak." Arthur said quietly.
My condition continued like this for almost a week. Francis said I screamed as I was sleeping, a terrifying, soul-wrenching cry. Blood continued to flow from my mouth. I was extremely weak and
could stand only with the help of my allies. I started to cough roughly, more blood covering my hand and splattering on the hard floor. I was pale as ash, eyes were bloodshot, and a high fever tore
through me. I hope it never happens again
It's now been nine years since that day. Since then, I was able to get back onto my feet, slowly but surely. I will never forget when they attacked my World Trade Center and Pentagon. Never
forget how they, in cold-blood, murdered so many innocents. I shake in anger at how they killed so many of mine out of cowardice. I'll never forget how many died trying to save so many civilians.
Those three planes have been burned into my memory, like the flames that engulfed my towers. I swore revenge and I received it. I bombed them for several days. My soldiers bravely fight against
them, day after day, night into night. Risking themselves for others. They have honor, unlike those bastards that risked themselves for nothing and use children as a way to get close to us with bombs.
It just plain sickens me at the cowardice that they call "martyrdom."
True martyrdom is those that have died for me, the hero. America.
"Never forget" they all say, and I never will.