Should THIS be a movie!?

Lance & I were checking movie times tonite and I came across this trailer for a release on August 9, 2006.
Click here to view: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0469641/trailers

I truly dont know what to feel about it. The trailer says its going to look at the tragedy from a different point of view, from a few of NYC's bravest, BUT part of me still wants to scream in outrage.

I watched this trailer and all I could imagine was Mark's mom ~ who was like my second mom throughout my entire life who died in 9/11 ~ lying under a pile of rubbish watching the light fade away as she began to die. Her body was finally recovered almost 11 months AFTER the incident. I tried to imagine, before I saw this trailer, that she went immediately and peacefully. That there was obviously moments of great fear and pain, but that they were swift. Those images are blurry now.

I am somewhat also disappointed on the release date of August 9. They should've released it on Sept 11 to honor those who gave their lives unwillingly in the attack, and willingly to help save others.

This horror is still a very raw spot with me. The ensuing mess that has taken the rest of my self created family away from me because of these attacks are playing over and over in my mind.
I know one thing, I will see this movie. I was in NYC on Sept 15. 4 days after the tragedy, I took a train, a bus, and hitch hiked like a maniac to get there...thank god for the Red Cross Van that stopped to pick me up is all I gotta say.... I was with Mark & the Boyz in ground zero doing whatever I could do to help along with the rest of the city. I helped Mark plan his mothers funeral. I helped Mark pack his apartment and carried a leather hide-a-bed couch 15 blocks to the moving van (that was the closest the Home Guard would allow a vehicle because he lived very close to the WTC). I found Mark a new house outside of Manhattan, decorated it, organized it, and made it a home for him. I watched my best friend fall apart every minute of every day that his mom was missing. I watched the firefighters try to do their jobs with broken hearts. I helped the Red Cross by pulling DNA from body parts found in the wreckage so people could be identified and so families could have SOMETHING to bury. I listened to countless families and friends tell stories of their loved ones and watched as hope slowly died.

I truly dont know what to think. I am sobbing my guts out. This is just becoming too much. I dont think I can bounce back from losing EVERYONE I love dearly. This is killing me.
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