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Superman's product of the century (so far):
Like I mentioned, I'm in Tokyo - have been here since last Wednesday.
Yesterday was September 11th here. I spent a good part of the day riding on trains. Part of what that meant is that I had tickets that were printed out for me that I had to insert into machines, show to conductors, and just pull out from my pocket while retrieving business cards.
Each ticket had printed in bold:
Every time I saw it, I could literally see that hallowed scar in the earth that I've visited so many times.
In Japan, on TV they've been showing the WTC attacks over and over again. Guess CNN has spared the American public at home - might alter those WOT polls...
I will never forget. We should never forget. Forgetting is invitation to repetition.
I'm in Tokyo - James sent in the blockquote following a few days ago.
My dear friend is hurting. This venue is one place that he can 'get it off his chest' - that's good.
But I think we should perhaps see this as a measure of sacrifice - what those that serve are willing to do - this man on tour after tour after tour - after taking more bullets last year than we can imagine - and he's still in theatre because he loves you and me more than himself.
Who am I?
Were do I belong?
Why can't I come home and live normal?
Am I insane?
Why do I lust for death?
Am I lost?
Why don't I want to be fixed?
Why does this feel normal?
Is this really MY life?
What am I going to do when my wife leaves?
Why do people think they know or can relate to any of this?
Why don't I want to leave this place?
How can I explain what I've done?
Why won't my body stop hurting?
When did hurting others become so easy.
Who am I?
Dearest James, from here - you are my brother, and you have given enough. You have paid more than anyone can ask. Come on home and rest a while.
Friends, when you have a moment, say a prayer for James: true, true American hero.
Godspeed James, Godspeed....