I watched it again last night.
A final act of the utmost bravery from the men and women on board that plane took an important missile out of the terrorists armoury forever.
It is beyond comprehension the horror they must have felt during that hijack and then be told by family and friends what the terrorists had been doing with other hijacked planes that morning.
We know that they killed one of the terrorists outside the cockpit because he can be heard screaming like the cowardly fucking stinking murdering bastard pig that he is, we also know that the other scum locked themselves in the cockpit because they can be heard screaming hysterically like frightened schoolgirls while the passengers batter down the door.We also know that they got into the cockpit and tore those ****s to shreds as the plane plummeted to the ground and crashed into an empty field saving the lives of countless other victims.The world owes these few heroes a thankyou.
I became quite emotional watching it again and feel quite emotional now as I write about it.
Spare me any conspiracy theories as well, I can't be fucking bothered with them.