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On Monday there were people fighting against praying in schools ...
On Tuesday you would have been hard pressed to find a school where someone was not praying
On Monday there were people were
trying to separate each other by race, sex,
color and creed...
On Tuesday they were all holding hands
On Monday we thought that we were
secure...
On Tuesday we learned better
On Monday we were talking about
heroes as being athletes...
On Tuesday we relearned what hero meant
On Monday people went to work at
the world trade centers as usual...
On Tuesday they died
On Monday people were fighting the
10 commandments on government property
On Tuesday the same people all said 'God help us all' while
thinking 'Thou shall not kill'
On Monday people argued with their
kids about picking up their room
On Tuesday the same people could not get home fast enough
to hug their kids
On Monday people picked up
McDonalds for dinner
On Tuesday they stayed home
On Monday people were upset that
their dry cleaning was not ready on time
On Tuesday they were lining up to give blood for the dying
On Monday politicians argued about
budget surpluses...
On Tuesday grief stricken they sang 'God Bless America'
On Monday we worried about the
traffic and getting to work late...
On Tuesday we worried about a plane crashing into your
house or place of business
On Monday we were irritated that
our rebate checks had not arrived...
On Tuesday we saw people celebrating people dying in the
USA
On Monday some children had solid
families...
On Tuesday they were orphans
On Monday the president was going
to Florida to read to children...
On Tuesday he returned to Washington to protect our
children
On Monday we emailed jokes...
On Tuesday we did not
It is sadly ironic how it takes
horrific events to place things into
perspective, but it has. The lessons learned this past
week, the things
we have taken for granted, the things that have been
forgotten or
overlooked, hopefully will never be forgotten again.
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When I dont understand something,
I reach up and hold Gods hand.
And we walk together in silence.
Mahatma Gandhi
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I was so touched by this child's entry in
the Memorial Book that I had
to add it to this page!
This for one is a terrible
situation! This has been a big part of my life that has been taken away! My
uncle Billy was in the Pintagon he worked for the deffence. I miss him soooooo
much who new that he was going to get taken away on tuesday? Nobody!!!! I just
wish we could find who did this so they can pay! I would do any thing to make
them suffer for the American's! I would like to give my sorrow and love to those
who have lost loved ones as well!!!!!!!
Although your body is gone,
You will always be with me,
You held me the day I were born,
I am sorry I didnt get to hold you before you died,
The time between us,
Was the most preciouse gift,
I shall ever recieve!
Although you are now in the arms of Angel's,
You shall never be forgotten!!!!!!!!!
With all my love and heart to America!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another face in the smoke picture
Photo by Mark Phillips
http://9news.com/newsroom/13294.html
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Debbie Robbins 9/12/01
peace, love and blessings
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Submitted by Lauren.Auttonberry
Carl P. Daw, Jr. (b. 1944) ©2001 Hope Publishing Co.,
Carol Stream IL
60188 All rights reserved. Used by permission.
WHEN SUDDEN TERROR TEARS APART
When sudden terror tears apart
the world we thought was ours,
we find how fragile strength can
be,
how limited our powers.
As tower and fortress fall, we watch
with disbelieving stare
and numbly hear the anguished cries
that pierce the ash-filled air.
Yet most of all we are aware
of emptiness and void:
of lives cut short, of structures
razed,
of confidence destroyed.
From this abyss of doubt and fear
we grope for words to pray,
and hear our stammering tongues
embrace
a timeless Kyrie.
Have mercy, Lord, give strength and
peace,
and make our courage great;
restrain our urge to seek revenge,
to turn our hurt to hate.
Help us to know your steadfast love,
your presence near as breath;
rekindle in our hearts the hope
of life that conquers death.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Submitted to our Memorial Book
THE SILENCE
I awoke this morning
to a horrible sound...
Silence where there once was laughter.
I did not know what to make of it
it did not make sense....
and yet it was.
The Silence has a life
I can feel it pressing on my soul
it's icy tendrils seeping into my spirit
Claiming me as its own.
I do not wish to succumb-
to succumb would be my death...
and yet it comes.
The Silence has a breath
Suffocating Your life and light
Draining our hopes and hearts.
Fear and helplessness attack me
Tragedy and death surround us
and yet You remain.
My heart is breaking, my spirit is weak
I despair for my life-
God help us.
God help us all.
We are lost and naked.
Help us to find You in the midst of the Silence
My constant life-line,
My hope, my love, my Savior.
Be with us now.
Bring light into the darkness,
Comfort, Hope and Life to the weary and agonized
And Song into the Silence.
God Bless!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Enemy Miscalculates Americans' Strength
by Leonard Pitts, columnist for the Miami Herald
MIAMI - They pay me to tease shades of meaning from social and cultural
issues, to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the
American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting
disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that
seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bas***d.
What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our
World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would
learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.
Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family,
a family rent by racial, cultural, political and class division, but a
family nonetheless.
We're frivolous, yes. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready
availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that,
we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement.
We are fundamentally decent, though - peace-loving and compassionate.
We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the
overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and
loving God.
Some people - you, perhaps - think that any or all of this makes us
weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in
ways
that cannot be measured by arsenals.
Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're
still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still
working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect
from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't some Tom Clancy novel.
Your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the
history of the United States and, indeed, the history of the world.
You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.
But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us
fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last
time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such
abrupt and monumental pain. When aroused, we are righteous in our
outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of
barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay and cost, go to any length in
the pursuit of justice.
In days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers
pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can
be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened
security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward
from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But unimaginably determined.
As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans
we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
You don't know my people. You don't know what you just started.
But you're about to learn.
Don't Cry For Me
I'm sorry that I had to leave you.
A distant voice called me away.
There was so much left for us to share,
so much we never got to say.
But all my pain is far behind me,
confusion finally laid to rest.
I hope my life here had a reason.
What you do now will be the test.
I died too early, but I always knew I would.
I lived life the way I wanted,
and always looked for something good
in everyone.
As I look down upon you now,
my hopes for you are still so strong.
Better to have loved and lost,
but we haven't lost for long.
Don't cry for me, beloved friends.
I've risen beyond this world of fear.
Hold my friendship in your memory,
and always know that I am near.
I know the grief will nearly kill you.
Dry your eyes, and carry on.
Remember me, for
through your lives,
my spirit will live on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Guy Parneix and Dennis Waldron,
designers of
"America Cries
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Submitted by
Bill Marsh
USA Retired
(thank you Bill)
They may crumble my buildings and fill my
soul with sorrow,
but I will recover quickly.
The pain shall not last very long. I will rise and soar above these
cowards and dive with a vengeance upon the evil perpetrators
because, like my will, my talons are sharp, my sight is focused and
my beak is strong!
I shall rip this evil from all the lands. Freedom will prevail and
again, peace will belong.
~~~~~~~~~~~
She's Worth Fighting For
She's been called Old Glory
Some call Her Stars and Stripes
She's called the Star Spangled Banner
By Her people of many types
She's survived Indian arrows
Cannons from ships of old
Leading the U.S. Cavalry
On horses they fought so bold
She's Worth Fighting For
She's Worth Fighting For
They Call Her Old Glory
And She's Worth Fighting For
She's traveled across the oceans
Survived bombs and enemy tanks
She held Her stripes up proudly
As they bombed Pearl Harbor's banks
She's been to the Moon, Korea, Viet Nam
She has went
With liberty and justice for everyone
That's why she was sent
She's Worth Fighting For
She's Worth Fighting For
They Call Her Old Glory
And She's Worth Fighting For
She's gone to the Persian Gulf
The world called Her once more
To help free Kuwait
On the Saudi Arabia Shore
While soldiers fought so bravely
On the battlefield She did fly
They supported Her in combat
For Her many did die
She's Worth Fighting For
She's Worth fighting For
They Call Her Old Glory
And She's Worth fighting For
By planes we were attacked
Through the Nation we did cry
New York's Twin Towers fell to the ground
From dust and ashes She Did Fly!
She proudly covers Her heroes
presented to families so proud
Though their hearts will be broken
When the rifles salute so loud
She has called all Americans
To fight for Her today!
So ask God to bless our flag
And bless the U.S.A.
She's Worth Fighting For
She's Worth Fighting For
They Call Her Old Glory
And She's Worth Fighting For
Bobby Moffitt
The Star Spangled Banner
(The Defense of Fort McHenry)
September 20, 1814
By Francis Scott Key
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early
light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists
of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly
swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep's pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall
stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner forever shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Submitted to the Memorial Book by
Mitchell Sharoff (songwriter)
Millstone Township, New Jersey, USA.
Thank you Mitchell!
"I thought I would share the words with all of you
with
a hope that the good hearted people of the world will prevail and live as
one. God bless the USA!!!"
One
Song
(click to download the song)
Far across the ocean,
From sea to shining sea.
Different kinds of people,
Sing in sweet harmony.
Take a look around you,
Think about what you see.
We can live together,
Side by side you and me.
One song,
That the whole world can sing.
One voice,
That together will bring.
One hope,
That above everything,
The whole world can sing one song.
Everyone's a brother,
Or a sister that you meet.
We are all one family,
Living on the same street.
So let's sing together,
A song with beautiful sound.
All the music that we make,
Will spread love all around.
One song,
That the whole world can sing.
One voice,
That together will bring.
One hope,
That above everything,
The whole world can sing one song.
Mitchell J. Sharoff
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Submitted to the Memorial Book by
Larry Koenig
St. Louis, Missouri
(Thank you Larry for the beautiful
poem and graphic)
Eric Gregg USN
(author of this poem)
We watched
in horror, one September morning
As our home was attacked so violent without warning.
Symbols of freedom came crashing down
drowning out the mournful sounds.
Of friends, neighbors and families, fear in their eyes
in an instant, a moment they gave up their lives.
The firefighters and police the doctors and techs
surrounded by this, these needless deaths.
Heads hung low the devastation surrounds
they race to save at the slightest sound
I sat and watched in horror and awe
at the unimaginable sight I saw.
Helpless I sat and watched this thing
wanting to help, but what to bring?
I bring my courage, I bring determination
I bring my life to offer my nation
I am proud to serve as I always have
but this is new my anger they have.
Attack our ships our men in the air
this we accept though hard to bear
But attack our families and bring to our homes
this senseless madness that hate condones.
Through the dust and the ashes the smoke and the fire
the eagle has risen from the funeral pyre
Talons clenched tight wings wide spread
eyes full of tears as he looks at our dead
From high overhead he lets out a cry
and our patriotic hearts are mobilized.
As in years gone by we are taken to task
Our nations resolve was considered last.
This lesson again to all we will teach
our fury and anger to each corner will reach.
From the sea and the air, the depths and the land
America's arms flex, fists from hands!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cousin Richards Rendition
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Letter to the Terrorists
Submitted in e-mail by
Mike Cronin
Dear terrorists,
I felt compelled to write you regarding the events of last week.
You see, I wish to thank you. Yes, that’s right, I want to thank you. Up until Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001, we as Americans were moving from day to day, feeling safe and comfortable, going about our business, living life as free, peace loving Americans do.
Then it happened. I was at home getting ready for work. My wife, already at work, called me and asked if I had heard the news. She told me to turn on the television. She said two airplanes had hit the World Trade Center in New York and one tower had collapsed. My heart went into my throat as I fumbled for the remote control. I stared in disbelief at the images I saw before me. The twin towers appeared, stretching skyward from the familiar New York skyline, with arms of black smoke reaching for the heavens. At first, I told my wife she was mistaken; to my relief, both towers were still standing. But that relief was soon crushed as I watched the first tower crumble into a cloud of smoke and dust. Oh my god! I screamed out, it’s true! All of those people!
Over the last week,
images of Americans with tears flowing down their faces have filled our news.
I can only assume it makes you happy to see the sadness you have inflicted.
Indeed, the tears you relish now are tears of sadness and pain, but as
you will soon realize, those tears are becoming tears of patriotism and pride.
As I stated before, I want to thank you. It may seem strange, but there are many things to be thankful for.
I am thankful for all of the lives you failed to snuff out in your cowardly, evil act.
I am thankful for our brothers and sisters in New York and Washington, who with incredible heroism, and through unimaginable horror, demonstrated selflessness, strength, compassion, and bravery-embodying all that it means to be American.
I am thankful for our day-to-day heroes so rightfully brought to the forefront: firefighters, medics, EMTs, doctors, nurses, and police officers. None of these people would ever consider themselves heroes. But the events of last Tuesday allowed all of us to experience what true heroes really are.
I am thankful for those heroic Americans, who in the air and on the ground, faced with unthinkable odds, gave up their own lives for the lives of others.
I am thankful for the endless line of volunteers working around the clock, digging through unfathomable destruction, in search of those who have fallen.
I
am thankful for our courageous soldiers, who protect this country and the
freedom we cherish.
I am thankful for a rekindling of spirit, pride, and patriotism of which
you never imagined.
Yes, I am thankful. I thank God that I am an American.
God Bless America!
Michael
Cronin
September 18, 2001
The
American Flag
When Freedom from her mountain height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure celestial white
With streakings of the morning light;
Then from his mansion in the sun
She called her eagle bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand
The symbol of her chosen land.
Joseph Rodman Drake. 1795-1820
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
written with love by
Linda Eppinger-Wells
"Our spirit remains...."
The face of evil was present
on that tragic September day
our people banned together
and as a nation we did pray.
The souls of those so innocent
gently lifted on the wings of the LORD,
carried into the embrace of Heaven
while America somberly mourned.
"Why?" we asked the LORD above,
How can humans be so cruel
to take the precious gift of life
disregarding the holy rule.
Did they not realize that in the taking,
though our hearts continually ache,
our strength, our faith, our allegiance,
and our spirits would not break.
Our commitment is to each other
through the deeds of all so brave,
our compassionate men and women
who unselfishly work to save.
Our gifts of support, and love, and faith
are what we all can share,
so Father above please hear my plea
and keep us in your care.
From sea to sea and heart to heart
America will proudly stand,
for this evil has not weakened the soul
of the faithful in our great land.
GOD bless us all.
lew
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I feel their spirits soar.
Hundreds by hundreds coming,
followed by even more.
Open
up the gates Lord.
Open them up wide.
The Americans are coming, Lord,
marching side by side. There
are mothers and there's fathers
There are daughters and there's sons.
They had so much left to do Lord.
Before their lives were done.
Open
up the gates, Lord
Open them up wide.
The Americans are coming, Lord,
marching side by side.
Oh Lord, there are so many
that are coming thru the gate.
It was not their time, Lord.
They're here because of hate.
Open up the gates Lord
Open them up wide.
The Americans are coming, Lord,
marching side by side.
They
come from out of the fire
and the ashes and the dark.
They're marching to the Light, Lord
On the earth they've made their mark.
So, Open up the gates Lord
Open them up wide.
The Americans are coming, Lord,
marching side by side.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Submitted Julie Osborn
I had a very dear friend question my faith in God right
after the terrorist attack on America. Her question was
simply put, "Where is your God today?" She was very
hurt, as all Americans were, so I tried not to react
defensively. Since that moment I have prayed and grieved
over the disastrous events. However, I believe I have
the answer. I know where my God was the morning of
September 11, 2001! He was very busy.
First of all, he was trying to discourage anyone from
taking this flight. Those four flights together held
over 1000 passengers and there was only 266 aboard.
He was on 4 commercial flights giving terrified
passengers the ability to stay calm. Not one of the
family members who was called by a loved one on one of
the high-jacked planes said that passengers were
screaming in the background. On one of the flights he
was giving strength to passengers to try to overtake the
highjackers.
He was busy trying to create obstacles for employees at
the World Trade Center. After all only around 20,000
were at the towers when the first jet hit. Since the
buildings hold over 50,000 workers, this was a miracle
in itself. How many of the people who were employed at
the WTC told the media that they were late for work or
they had traffic delays.
He was holding up 2-110 story buildings so that 2/3 of
the workers could get out. I was so amazed that the top
of the towers didn't topple when the jets impacted.
Although this is without a doubt the worst thing I have
seen in my life, I can see God's miracles in every bit
of it. I keep thinking about my friend and praying for
her every chance I have. I can't imagine going through
such a difficult time and not believing in God. Life
would be hopeless.
Unknown Author
Recognize your Blessings
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Candles around the World??"
thank you Kathy Peterson
for submitting this
©
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Thank You
Michael Bell
White Cloud, Michigan
for this great graphic
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poppie
Cape Town, South Africa
(click on the eagle and download the Memorial screen saver)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written and submitted by
Chaplain Chris Raup
Waco Police Dept. September 18, 2001
One week after September 11, 2001, a day of sorrow for America.
“Our America”
It shines below
the stars of night
A vast land of hope not blight
It rises from its
grief and sorrow
It gives each child hope for tomorrow
Its voice is
heard the world round
Not defeat, but victory bound
It focuses on
life and love
Old Glory still rises above
The doom that hit
for a moment of hate
Will forever be a marking place
In our hearts as
we look to the sky
We see the people who shouldn’t have died
Yet as we recall
its times like this
That makes Our America the very best
Lest we forget
the price that is paid
For our freedom and liberty…Oh so grave
It calls for us
to come together
To love one another.. it doesn’t matter what color
For we blend
together in strength and might
Under the hand of God Almighty, day and night
We are the people
that God desired
To prove that His love for mankind has never tired
We stand in the
ashes in a sea of death
But Old Glory stands never out of breath
Her stars and
stripes bring forth a cry of victory
Never despondent nor in vain
But a symbol of
unity just the same
We are America
The land of
freedom and courage without rest
We will be tested, lets do our best
Let us now face
the thrown of Grace
Arm to arm, tear for tear, with humbleness and fear
For
We can be God’s nation once again, but we must be willing to stand in
the gap for Him
“Our America”
will be great forever……
But we must not ever forsake the Giver.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Submitted by
I would like to submit this for your consideration on the site...it is a message to me from a friend/author/renowned photographer
Ken Duncan www.kenduncan.com.
Although his message is a personal one to me,
it might bring encouragement to others:
"God will use all things to His glory...in His timing.
Draw close to God and allow the Holy Spirit restore you in his peace.
What I am reminded of is an Eagle that has fought hard and is a little
beaten up. It's feathers are a bit damaged and its beak has lost it's
sharpness. The eagle keeps chasing opportunities but it's feather whistle in
flight and give away it's approach. Even when the eagle catches it's prey,
if it's beak is blunt, it will make hard work of what ever opportunities it
gets. Now what does that eagle do? It rises up into higher places that it
may rejuvenate it's feathers with oil (symbolic of the Holy Spirit)...from
it's own mouth plucking out offending feathers that new ones will grow. The
eagle also sharpens it's beak on the rock (symbolic of Jesus) and when
refreshed it returns once more renewed. 'But those who wait on the Lord He
shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they
shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.' Isaiah 40:31
WE ARE devastated here in Australia at what has happened in America. It is
on the TV and news all day and night...and people here are really grieving
over what has happened in your nation. There are people all over Australia
praying for America as we feel very attached to your nation."
God had led Ken 3 years ago to publish a book...a book with
panographic photography of all 50 states and a message that God created it
all...that he loves us and will be our God if we trust in Him. If we
abandon him as a nation, we will perish as a nation. The book is
entitled "AMERICA WIDE IN GOD WE TRUST" ...how coincidental
that it released in Australia the Friday before this tragic September 11th.
It will release in the USA in October. President Bush has been
given 2 copies (one by the Australian Prime Minister, Mr. Howard, and
another by Admiral Bill Owen). To view scenes from this masterpiece and
message of hope visit http://www.kenduncan.com
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Submitted by
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Submitted by
Eddie L. Barnes
Horseshoe Bay, Texas
God Bless America!
The smell of the earth - from fresh fallen rain
The sound of the rivers - from pure waters running deep
The music of the voices - from words spoken free
The sight of old glory - waiving the red, the white, the blue
To defend my country - when threaten with harm
My skin is many colors - AMERICAN is my name.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Submitted by
Don
Darling
September 14, 2001
The Eagle Cries
He cries for the freedom that was lost
to those who perished in the cruel heartless acts of our enemies.
He cries for the heartache and sorrow of those families,
friends and loved ones left behind.
He cries for the heroic acts of those unknown to us
that tried to prevent more death and destruction on the plane.
He cries for the loss of the many heroes
who entered those buildings to help as many as they could.
Yes America, the eagle cries and so do we.
But hold no doubt in your heart,
the tears will dry away
and the eagle will again
soar with pride over our great
Nation.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Submitted by
Angel Flying over the collapsed towers?
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Submitted by
I Am an American
I owe you no apologies, nor will I accept
those apologies made for me by others.
If you dislike me - you dislike me not
for what I am but for what you are not.
By my own sweat , I have created a lifestyle
which I desire for all men.
To the world, I have shared my wealth and
given my blood, not because of obligation -
but by my free will. I have fed the
hungry of the world. Many bit my hand;
I used the other hand.
I defeated my enemies in battle, then
pulled them up from the ashes of defeat.
Once strong, they again attacked; I turned
the other cheek. Though I am strong, I
have never used my strength to rule others.
But do not misjudge me, I will not allow the
fear of my own strength to become my weakness.
If you wish to rise, I will give you a helping
hand. But by the grace of God, and I'll
first be damned, if I'll let you drag me
down so that we may be equal.
D. Ault
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Graphic Submitted by Susan
friend and fellow team leader
Prayer Submitted
by
Mark Pearson
LAKE ARROWHEAD, CA
The Firefighter's Prayer
When I am called to duty, Lord
Wherever flames may rage
Give me the strength to save a life
Whatever be its age.
Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too late
Or save an older person from
The horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert and
Hear the weakest shout
And quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling and
To give the best in me
To guard my every neighbor
And protect their property.
And if, according to your will,
I have to lose my life
Please bless with your protecting hand
My children and my wife.
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The following two poems were submitted by
This was written by Cheryl Sawyer, who is a
professor
at UH Clear Lake in the counseling department.
One...
As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the
burning building
We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers fought their
way into the inferno
We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss
We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss
We became one soul.
As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes
We become one people.
We are...
One color One class One generation One gender One
faith One language One body One family One soul One
people We are The Power of One. One Nation, Under
God,
Indivisible. We are United. We are America.
------
written by: Tom Johnson
A soft breeze
blows through the city
making its tattered edges
fly freely
a cop stops in his steps
and looks up
a smile
stretching across his face
a firefighter
working among the rubble
his face covered
with soot and dirt
searches for friends and family
his tearstained face
looks
and the strength to go on
fills his soul
an old man
walking alone
stops and salutes
remembering when
this symbol meant
what it does again
a grown man in a stadium
joins in song
his voice shaky at first
but with each word
his voice and heart
grows in strength
a young child
standing nearby
looks at the cloth
and starts to understand
and high above
floating on waves of air
flies a symbol of freedom
sunlight glinting off a white head
and I look upon this
and start to cry
not out of sorrow
Nay
but out of pride
pride for a country
that fights hard
to keep a dream alive
a dream as intangible
and hard to hold
as a cloud
but a dream worth striving for
perhaps
we lost the meaning
some time ago
but what has now
been regained
shall hopefully
never be lost again
and as I look upon
that fluttering beacon
its tattered edges
flying proudly
standing high
amidst the destruction
I realize
who the true heroes are
and while they may not
ask for any thanks
lets give it to them
anyway
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Submitted by
was hurting so bad cause I couldnt do anything to help and God
lead me the way. I dont think I really knew how much this would help, but
I have gotten so many emails from people that I have helped. I'm going to
put them all in a nice notebook that my wife and I are putting together. People
who give blood know its going to help, people who give money know its going to
help. I really want to know if I'm helping some people cope. Please
let me know, this is what keeps me going in this aftermath. Thanks and God Bless
us all!.
I'm not what you call a real religious person. I
mean I do believe in God and I pray every once in a while, but I dont go to
church every Sunday, actually I havent been since Easter. (Sorry if this
is scramble up, this means a lot to me.) Well as you all know this
terrible thing that happened has hurt alot of businesses. Well I sale cars
and you can imagine not to many people are buying cars right now, and actually I
dont blame them. What I'm trying to say is I wanted to help so bad but our
funds were low and I couldnt help that way. I also got Hepatitis from a
tattoo so I couldnt give blood. Well God told me to write, and at the time
I didnt realize it was God. So many people responded and it made me
feel.....well I cant tell you how it made me feel....I was driving home tonight
from a football game and out of no where I'm talking to myself, or was it me
talking to myself? The words I received is what I am typing on here again.
People there are many ways you can help out and everyone will have there
own way. Not all of us can give blood and give money. Well this is my way
of helping all the victims, families, Americans, and now the people that
feel helpless like myself. Well I promise I wont post my story again, but I want
to reach all the people that are confused on what to do now or how to feel.
Thanks for reading and God bless us all.
I was involved in the OKC bombing. I left the building 3 minutes
before it blew up. I was so confused and didnt want to be happy. If I saw
someone laughing or having fun I took offense to it. This went on for
about 3 weeks. I kept asking myself when do I get to have fun again, or
when do I get to laugh again. The thought of all those people dieing at my
feet and why did I not go with them. Well, 3 weeks after the bombing with
the thought of
why did God not take me, I was driving home from a friends house and a drunk
driver hit a man standing behind his car putting gas in it. I jumped from
my truck and ran to the man. He fell in my hands and I saw death in this mans
eyes. His legs were so broken they look like a jigsaw puzzle. I held him
and saw blood squirting from his left leg. I took off my shirt and made a turnequet
and stopped the bleeding. After the police and ambulance arrived
and took him away they ask me if I would talk to the fatality police. They said
he had no way of making it. They told me the hospital they were taking him
to. After crying for hours and thinking was else can go wrong in this
world something told me to call the hospital.. I called and gave the lady my
name, she replied "dont hang up someone wants to talk to you". I
was in shock thinking who wanted to talk to me. A very nice woman got on the
phone
and said "How can we ever thank you for what you have done for our
family". I replied "I'm sorry I did every thing I could to help
him". She said please come up here there are a lot of people who want
to meet you.. I said of course I'm on my way. When I entered the
emergency waiting room I was overwhelmed, there were at least 50 people coming
up to me and hugging me and praising me... I saved a mans life! Not only
did I save his life I saved one of
his legs. Not a minute went by I looked up and said Lord, now I know why
you didnt want me to go yet! After that day I was the happiest man in the
world. It made me realize that things happen for a reason. Sure it hurts
and makes you feel like life cant go on. But I promise God has a plan for
everyone! All of the people are smiling and having a good time right now
in heaven. Thats what we all have to believe and know. If anyone out
there is
wondering why your still here. Well God has a plan for you too. Please
everyone be positive and think that everyone you see smiling and having fun is
finding out why there still here with all of us. Thanks and God Bless all the
victims, families, and all of us in America and around the world.
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by
Inga Wessman
Iceland
Submitted by her uncle
of the Orlando Police Dept.
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Submitted by
I had to call and tell you,
that I won't be home today.
I'm up here in this plane,
and we're headed the wrong way.
Please tell our kids I love them,
and comfort them when they cry.
Let them know I'll always be with them,
even after I die.
Explain to them what war is,
for it's something they've really never seen.
It'll be hard for them to understand,
why some people can be so mean.
Please tell my parents thank you,
for raising me to be strong.
For making me believe in myself,
and for teaching me right from wrong.
I really don't want to say good-bye,
but you know I have to go.
Remember how much you mean to me,
and that I love you so.
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Thank you
Thank you...thank you so much for this site. It has rallied me
even more to
be an American, to be an American, that though I fought for my country in
Viet Nam, has grown indifferent to America's inner problems.This tragedy has
been as much shock to me as anything I witnessed, or took part in ,in Nam.
Thru your site, (which is the best I have seen), and others, I have a new
resolve. A resolve to be a better American, to understand the problems of my
fellow Americans. To be able to see a man, or woman, as an American, and not
hold any prejudices. I wish there was some way I could help someone during
this time of great tragedy in our country. But I CAN abide by my resolution.
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Submitted by
David Albright
It was written by his 13 year old daughter
Jessica Albright
I will stand up tall
I am strong, not weak
I will show them all
I will not run away
I will walk straight there
Have pride and be brave
Smile as they stare
I will be nice, not mean
I will not sink that low
Why I don't shed tears,
for I will never know
They have hit me where it hurts
But, the pain they will not see
I will not give them the pleasure,
To see how they have hurt me
I will not hang my head
I will stand up tall
I am strong, not weak
I will show them all
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Submitted by
Stephanie-Marie
Bailey
Last night, I visited a christian chat site. I went to every chat board, prayer board, and creative writing board. At the chatting boards, there were over 30 people talking about what happened. At the prayer board, there were over 15 prayers for injured people and relatives and friends who lost some one. At the creative writing, there were poems and stories about bombing and suicide, and this incident.
At the library, we had said the pledge of aligiance. While we had our hands on our hearts, I could feel my heart beat going bonkers. I stared at the stars and stripes so long, that I was sure my eyes were crossed. I concentrated hard on the words that came out of my mouth. For the first time since I had memorized it, I truly understood the meaning of this lovely pledge.
To think, my children's children will be studying this problem in history.
God Bless!
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Submitted by
Peggy Landwerlen
Ballad
of Sept. 11 2001
It was early in the morning
And they came without warning
two planes came from nowhere
twin fires filled the sky
There
were angels of all color
some even jumped from fear
while America was watching with
eyes that filled with tears
(Course)
How
many angels earned their wing to fly?
How many angels just learned how to cry?
How many angels are at heavens gate?
They are all God children and there for you they'll wait
There were men on the front-line
who gave there life so free
who went to save our people
just like you and me
There is word now from the Pentagon
a plane has hit there too
Their attacking our very freedom
Attacking our red white and blue
Soon the ground began to rumble
Clouds of smoke so tall
Oh my God the terror
when the towers began to fall
As America joins in prayer
A message came from God
because there in the rubbish
Stood the old rugged cross
A Message of comfort
to those enduring loss
that he gave his one and only son
to die upon the cross
So take comfort in knowing
And let him be your guide
May this bring a little peace
into your precious life
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Submitted by
Shannon M. Tracy
Here is a variation I made of one of your pictures you have up
on the site.
Also here is some thoughts I had just after the day.
A Day of Tragedy, A Day of Great Hope
Today is one of those days that causes me to wax philosophically.
After the consequences of the September 11th act of hostility against our
great nation and seeing the open acts of bravery and dedications to noble
causes paraded across the media and before my eyes this past week, I can
hardly get through the day without getting a little misty eyed, for it
reminds me how indebted I am to so many brave yet normal people who in the
course of our nations history have given the ultimate sacrifice to preserve
our liberties, and freedoms, which in turn allows us to maintain our current
way of life.
I often wonder if I am deserving of such a great gift. Although I
served our great nation in the Air Force for seven years and in the Guard
for four, I never faced a hostile force in war or conflict. I was never
faced with the choice, as others were, to give the ultimate price for this
nation. The men and women of America in our pasts gave us this gift, with
their choice, and in so doing, charged us not to waste nor make light of it,
that gift. This is too great a contribution to ever forget.
This is the thought that brings me up short in my thoughts.
Thankfully the words of a great man from our past can give me some guidance
here. Abraham Lincoln on the grounds where a great battle was fought gave a
powerful address to stir up men unto reflection. I think that it could
correctly apply today for the brave men and women who unselfishly ran head
long into danger at the peril of their own lives with the hope of only
saving other lives, knowing or unknowingly, to their own deaths. And for
those that even today persist in the struggle to find life in a hallowed
rubbled mound of former grandeurs.
He councils: We, (the living) "cannot dedicate, we cannot
consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who
struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or
detract." He continues on to give what I have always felt to be profound
council that we, even today, can honor. "The world will little note
nor
long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work,
which they who fought here, have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather
for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from
these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they
gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that
these dead shall not have died in vain." He gives a charge on how we
can
show our thanks and reverence to them. "That this nation under God shall
have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the
people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth".
The freedoms we sometimes take for granted, were never free, but
purchased by these brave souls and need be maintained by us the inheritors
of that charge, to be watchful of any erosion or corruption of those
freedoms. The world at large has benefited by these freedoms and many of
them have as well given their sacrifices to share in these principles.
I hope and pray that each day I may look to see if the life that I
lead would make these souls proud that they gave of themselves, so that I
may have this life.
I thank them for this sacrifice and my hope and prayer is that we as
a people, by and large do not forget nor take light of this great gift.
In closing it is well for us to often review a short paragraph of
note.
"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect
Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the
common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of
Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this
Constitution for the United States of America."
God Bless America, and May God Bless our Leaders.
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This past week I had the opportunity to travel to NYC with some fellow firefighters and police officers from my area to help cook for the hard working rescue/recovery people there. To see it on TV is one thing, but to see it in person is completely different. And the feelings that come of it. To see those dusty, bruised rescue workers and having them come up and thank you for coming up to cook them some hot food, it makes you feel good that they appreciate it, yet at the same time you can see, and share the pain that shows in their eyes. But out of this tragedy there have been many blessings, one of which is how the country has united.
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Submitted by
Julie Perry
Honey,
I just want you to know how much I love you! There is not a day
in my life that I don't think about you and our wonderful children.
As I write this, I know that I will probably never be able to see
you again until we meet again in Heaven. The smoke in here has
gotten very heavy. It is very hard to breathe, but we have no where
to go. The stairwells below are simply gone. We all have damp
coffee filters around our faces to help us breathe but it is not
helping much. Not exactly sure what has happened. Obviously it is
not good. It is really bad now and I want to hurry up and send this
praying that you will be able to get it. I love you babe! Tell my
two wonderful children that I love them will all my heart!
I will see you in Heaven. Once again then, we will be together.
Your loving husband,
Bill
PS: Your love always kept me going! That is what I will miss most!
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Submitted by
Scott Meyer
Like many Americans, I was home
that day;
my little girl was ill
Like many Americans, I was shocked that day;
my wife called with the news
Like many Americans, I was angry that day;
the second plane crashed
Like many Americans, I prayed that day;
that God give us all the strength we'd need
Like many Americans, I cried that day;
For the little children who won't ever see mommy
or daddy again
Like many Americans, I was a victim that day;
of a tragedy incomprehensible
Like many Americans, I saw what its all about that day;
a people equal, united and strong
Like many Americans, I cried again that day;
while in the face of terror everyone helped
everyone
Like many Americans, I prouder than ever before that day;
to be an American!
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Submitted in the Memorial Book
by
Sgt Charles Baker
(U.S.Army Reserves)
(New York State Volunteer Fireman)
I wrote this poem, and I thought maybe you could use it on your site.
STILL WE RISE
Through the recent tragedy we must
rise above,
To show the world victory will be won through love,
America's hero's was shown to us that day,
We must keep them in our heart's every time that we pray,
Just men and women doing their thing,
Now in heaven above with their halo's and wing's,
Now we send another kind of hero off to war,
We as a nation must support them as they settle the score,
All of them that will be sent to go,
Is someone's Father, Mother, Sister or Bro,
But remember they are all god's kid's,
Off to some country just like our ancestor's did,
As we hope and pray for them,
there is only one thing left to say,
GOD HAS TRULY BLESSED THE U.S.A
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Submitted in the Memorial Book
by
Marie M.
Shelby twp.
pain is what i feel
pain is what i hear
pain is what i see today
the pain is growning
its getting bigger
the pain is geting worse
siting down
i sit and cry
i sit and wonder why today
for the families who lost one that day
i say my prayers
i pray today that someday they will learn
they will learn love and faith is stronger then hate
i sit here to say this isnt a game!
i dedicate this to all the families who lost a loved one i pray for the best. the angels are with them. they are watching over us! we will win this together! USA 4 ever!!!!!!!
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Submitted in the Memorial Book
by
Jessica Ayers, 13, 8th grade
9-11-01
Dayton/Ohio/USA
My sister recommended this site to me, and i am so glad i have seen it, I am an 8th grade student at Spinning Hills Middle school. When the horrific event on September 11 occured, by homeroom class was watching the current events on ESPN. Our entire school district was overwhelmed by fear, for I live In the same city as Wright Patterson Airforce Base, the 3rd largest base in the U.S.
Every one became sad for those who lost their lives, and scared for their family that is in the military. I wrote this poem that i would like to share with you.
No One Knows
Bombs strike,
People die.
No one likes it,
children cry.
No friends,
Nothing but foes.
When's the end,
No one knows.
Families lost,
I'm all alone.
What a cost,
No affection is shown.
Innocent men,
are all taken.
Why them?
The world is shaken.
Whats the point?
No one knows.
It's something stupid,
And it comes and goes.
No one wins,
Blameless people die.
Lord, Please undo all the sins,
This war created by ludicrous lies.
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Submitted in the Memorial Book
by
Barbara Thomas
Cedar Falls / USA
I am a loving, spiritual individual. I have no original picture to contribute, nor do I have a song or poem. All I can offer to this page is my prayers, heartfelt
compassion, & my love for those who have lost, & those who are about to loss loved one, friends, family, & life partners. As God's children they are safe, & we will always miss them, but know this. They are not gone, but in the clouds & in the wind. They will always be with us, as long as they are never forgotten!
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Submitted by
change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and
tranquility will return once more."
Anne Frank (1929-1945) Writer
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Submitted by
Cindy
Shalimar, FL
Show a Sign
Chris Brown, Shalimar, FL
Lord… Could you show me the answer?
And please help me understand
Why these kinds of things happen and
Why do you allow it, so they can?
Everything happens for a reason
This is what we are taught
And answers will be given
If they are truly sought
Oh so many people lost,
What a waste of life
Families now missing
A mom, a dad, a husband, a wife
So could you please show us?
How it could possibly be…
Wait just a minute
Maybe I see
If I look at things differently
It could almost make sense
I feel a load has been lifted
I’m not near as tense
Maybe I should try a new approach
Maybe this is what I should do
If I think of the ones killed, not as victims
But, Perhaps as messengers for you
They have taught us to pull together
And to share a common goal
And not only to stand together
but to stand together BOLD
There has been public prayer
More now, than ever
Everyone is changing
And for the better
We are all calling
For the world to unite
This Evil of terror
We all must fight
So Lord, please allow me
To change this prayer
And thank you for the answer
I now can share
The number of lives lost
Is high, that is true
Compared to the lives changed
And souls saved, the number is few
Overcoming the barriers that
Normally keep us apart
Gives everyone a new outlook
And a brand new start
So, please be with the families
So that their pain will not scar
And allows us to recognize your messengers
As the angels they truly are.
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Submitted by
Angela Thaggard
Montgomery, Alabama
Tower
of dreams standing proud against the sky
They took away our hopes and dreams for you
But your spirit will not die
On this day of mourning we remember you dear
Although it fills our hearts with sadness
We know God holds you near
They said you would never fall
And yet somehow they managed
And with you they took the lives of them all
But we do not blame this on you oh tower of dreams
You brought us all closer together
Ironic as it seems
Your country thanks you for the 30 years you served
And know this
America will see to it your attackers get what they deserve
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By: Laurie J. Pierce
I knew I could not go to fight, but I felt that God
would want each of us to find something.......well,
something to share concerning the recent
tragedy........ so here is what He put to my
mind........ to be in a place, each moment where I
know He will be.
"Each Moment"
Father.........
Each moment,...... let me be clear and
free enough in spirit to come to you.
Reveal to me, things in my life that I need to turn
from.
Keep me close to you. Teach me to be
as pure for you as you command.
Truly, God............. please.........
in these few minutes, cleans me oh Lord!
Convict my heart and make me pure.
Empty my life of ..................you know
..........yes ...............Thank you Lord!
Praise you Father.
Your grace is more than I could have asked for.
Lord................ to know that you love us enough
to call us to you, is an awesome honor!
Thank you for your love oh Heavenly Father.
Bring comfort to those in need, peace to those in
termoil.
Keep your your doors open for all to see your light.
Please shine on those in darkness.
Protect your world from those persuing evil.
Teach us to have a heart to pray
for those who are considered enemies.
If I can do nothing else Lord, please know that I will
pray.
Thankfully asking for others to be shown your love.
Bless you, for saving your people............. and
offering the gift of salvation to all.
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Submitted by
Ann McMaster
written by her aunt
June E. Willis
Collingwood, Ontario, Canada
How do they laugh,
How do they work;
While feelings of fear,
In their hearts always lurk?
The peace and calm,
Of a work-a-day world;
Was turned upside down,
As tall buildings were hurled.
The very last phone call,
To a child and a wife;
Has changed all forever,
The course of a life.
The tremor that rocked;
And plunged in despair,
Will be lasting for years,
Only time can repair.
Words cannot describe,
The ultimate horror;
That has caused many families,
Such grief and such sorrow.
The gloom is now felt,
In many great nations;
As we all come to grips,
With the vast devastation.
Our hearts truly go out,
To our American neighbours;
As they all daily strive,
Under this burden to labour.
We weep as you weep,
For loved ones now lost,
The lives that they gave;
Was too high a cost.
Time will bring healing,
God cannot lose,
Allow His deep Spirit,
Your hearts to infuse.
Let not gloom overtake;
But broaden our love;
All in the name,
Of our Father above.
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Sergeant, United States Marine Corps, American !
May God truly bless you for putting together this web site . I have
forwarded it to all of my friends and family for them to see. Hopefully it
will affect them just as much and as powerfully as it did me.
I work as a "crowd educator" to the many thousands
of tourists who visit
the Oldest Post of the Marine Corps, Marine Barracks 8th and I, in Southeast
Washington, DC. They come to see the Marines all spit and polished, to
understand and to celebrate what it is we do for our country, to watch us
under the spotlights of summer, perform our weekly "Evening Parade."
I only hope that more will come to visit and now celebrate our country, not
just our Corps, to celebrate what it means to be an American.
I want you to know that I am ever so proud to be alive, to be
a father,
to be a Marine, and most of all to be an American. I only hope that I can
convey this feeling to all who come to see us at the Barracks in the future.
A great man once said, "The price of freedom, is not
free," and as in
the past during time of conflict, on that day September 11th, we also paid
that price.
The difference is it happened to those people who we are here
to protect.
Now and forever, the American people will understand just how precious life
is because it happened here on our soil. Now they truly understand that
life
lost in the military, selfless loss of life to protect "our" America,
is
just as expensive a price as life lost to those who perished in the WTC and
the Pentagon.
Thank you to the countless thousands of Emergency personnel
who give
their lives on a daily basis to protect all of us, military and civilians
alike.
God Bless the United States of America. Please know that we are here for
you
and that we will come together in whatever capacity our Commander-in-Chief
demands, and we will avenge all of you who have suffered and we will continue
to be the most wonderful and powerful nation on the face of this earth.
We are here for you.
Thank you again for such a wonderful tribute to those who lost so much.
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Submitted by
Matt Stevenson
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Submitted by
MAXINE EVANS
SCOTLAND , UNITED KINGDOM.
(thank you for you time and for sharing your site with so many)
although
their souls are in heaven ,
their memories linger on
to know their pain has left them
is whats keeping us strong
Gods love is now wrapped around them
protecting them from more harm
like a parent bringing home their newborn
to a place thats safe and warm
theyre with loved ones that they once too lost
guiding them as they find their way
in their own special kind of heaven
where they wait for you to join them one day.
but for now its time to move on
living life as they would want you to
for its a gift that has been given
and you still have a job to do
they have a home up in heaven waiting
when its your turn they will be there too
standing in front of you smiling
welcoming arms ready to greet you.
for in heaven time has no meaning
to them it will not be long
they are at rest and have found true comfort
in the echo of an angels song
God shed tears that day also
for His children, who were taken from you
but he has a higher purpose for them
they have other things he wants them to do
They will become special angels in your lives
forever at your side when you're in pain
especially now they are with you
ensuring you will never be lonely again
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Submitted by
Marlene DiMaria
(Marla Moon) 09.14.01
American dreams silenced
Words are empty
Afraid to breathe the dusty air
Watching shadows shiver
On broken concrete
Within frustration dances disbelief
Anger from grief
Feelings thrown askew
In broken tongue
That neither you nor I
Can comprehend
Love survives
Resurrecting from ashes
Which gently lie within
The arms of Uncle Sam
As he silently weeps
Wiping his tears away
He prepares to stand
We wish only to forget
Speaking fluently
This foreign language
Of silence now
While we wait
Hoping time may whisper
Answers with meaning
Softly surface
To show their faces
Submitted by
Kathy
Kiley
9-13-01
I
Didn't Mean to be a Hero
I didn't mean to be a hero
I was only at my desk
or walking to the cooler
or meeting with the rest
I didn't know what hit me
all at once I'm on the floor
I hear people screaming
I headed for the door
I didn't know that I would die
it never crossed my mind
I never made it out of there
my body, they'll never find
When I finally realized
that death would be my plight
I looked around at all the panic
and then I saw the light
And I saw you,
I saw your face
it calmed me down
like an embrace
I wish I could have called you
I wanted you to know
the fight we had was silly
I should have let it go
If I knew why I would perish
you would not hear me cry
the smoke is all around me now
there's no time for good bye
Some are jumping out the windows
I sit here and pray
that you will know I love you
and I will be okay
I thank my Lord for all he gave
he was generous to me
I beg his mercy for my sins
and ask for just one plea
watch over them, the ones I leave
they are so filled with despair
let people come from all around
let people show they care
for it is you I am concerned for
you're missing me I know
I see your tears I feel your hurt
why did I have to go?
answers we may never know
how can we understand
an act of hatred and cowardice
tragedy in our land
the building now is giving way
counting down to zero
sorry that I had to go
I didn't mean to be a hero
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Submtted by
The weight of the world is upon our shoulders
Its blood upon our brow
We had a chance to make amends
But things are different now
Every day we set the spikes
And hate has drove them deep
We've thrown away our second chance
While Jesus gently weeps
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Aimy Cardinal
Hull, Quebec, Canada
Comments: Since September 11th, things in life have changed. I am the daughter of an ex-military couple. When this hit, I was at the office filling in for my Director's
Assistant. When the radio emergency message went through... all went quiet in the
office. Not a word was spoken and people were grouped together in offices to listen. That's when our DG set up a television in his office for the whole staff on the floor. Believe me when I say it was worse than listening to the radio. People were crying and hearts were broken at that sight. As the seconds went by, everyone looked to one an other and faces fell. How could it be? Why would this happen. But two sayings were running through my mind all that time and still do... "Blessed Be" and
"Thou shall rise again". Now that the strike back has been launched, I fear for my family, friends and innocent bystanders. More than I do myself. I have trained for year with the military and now my friends are being
dispatched and I can not be sure they will return to Canada and their family and friends. But now I am faced with the knowledge that I might be asked to join them if this becomes a full blown war. And I WILL go. I WILL fight for
freedom and peace and I WILL come home to friends and family. As will all military
personnel out there. If they do not come home alive... They will rise again to those who love them.
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XTwilightsAuraX
*~dawn~*
Kimberly Dawn S.
9/11/2001
This page is dedicated to the entire world in hopes they will find peace and strength to get through this terrible tragedy that has happened to all of us today. Always remember not to take for granted tomorrow because tomorrow may never come....Do not live with regret in your hearts there was nothing you could have done to change what has already been done....Do not bring more sorrow than you already have to endure by wishing for one more chance....one more I love you....or one more hug......embrace the gift of today.... your loved ones are now within a safe place. They shine upon you their grace.
~ Gentle Spirit ~
Gentle Spirit please come to us,
this is our time of need
shine upon us your grace
keep us from harm,
help us to feel safe
please give strength to those who are weary
to go just one more minute
please give us hope
guide us to the love we have lost
please comfort our shattered hearts
allow us to understand your ways
so curious are we to know all the answers
to your never ending light
show us how to understand the pain we feel
show us how to love the heart and not the race or color of ones skin
show us the meaning of unity
not just a temporary one
please fill our hearts with love
not anger or hate
help us to understand the meaning of it all
such sadness all around
our eyes have seen the wrath of this wicked storm
show us what you see
among the earth
show us the beauty within your world
please lighten our hearts
give us hope to dream again
of those places we would like to see
fill the gap within our lives
that people search a lifetime for
we feel you amongst the meadows
Can we touch you the way you have touched us?
We see things now as we never have before
even though we want to hide
your light has shown us the truth
we now look upon the earthly wonders
what a gift to see the birds
they are so light and free
what a gift it is to see the waters rush upon the shore
to feel the sand between our toes
what a gift it is to see the trees
within the deep blue sky
to be able to smell the grass and flowers
what a gift it is to look upon the mountains
feel the sun, which warms us each day
hear the stillness of night
what a gift it is to be able to gaze upon all the stars
as well as the moon which shines upon our faces
we hold amongst us these priceless gifts
these are things we should never
take for granted
we cherish these gifts more than ever before
Gentle Spirit show the lost amongst the earth the way
shine upon their souls
your divine light.
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Broken Arrow, Oklahoma School officials remove "God Bless America"
signs
from schools in fear that someone might be offended.
Channel 12 News in Long Island, New York, orders flags removed from the
newsroom and red, white, and blue
ribbons removed from the lapels of reporters. Why? Management did not want
to appear biased and felt that our nations flag might give the appearance
that "they lean one way or another".
Berkeley, California bans U.S. Flags from being displayed on city fire
trucks because they didn't want to offend
anyone in the community.
In an "act of tolerance" the head of the public library at Florida
Gulf
Coast University ordered all "Proud to be an American" signs removed
so as
to not offend international students.
I, for one, am quite disturbed by these actions of so-called American
citizens; and I am tired of this nation worrying
about whether or not we are offending some individual or their culture.
Since the terrorist attacks on September 11,
we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans.
However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled in New York and
Washington D.C. when the "politically
correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism
was offending others.
I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is
seeking a better life by coming to America. In fact, our country's
population is almost entirely comprised of descendants of immigrants;
however, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our
country, and apparently some native Americans, need to understand.
First of all, it is not our responsibility to continually try not to offend
you in any way. This idea of America being a multi-cultural community has
served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As
Americans, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language,
and our own lifestyle. This culture, called the "American Way" has
been
developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of
men and women who have sought freedom. Our forefathers fought, bled, and
died at places such as Bunker Hill, Antietam, San Juan, Iwo Jima, Normandy,
Korea,
Vietnam.
We speak English, not Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any
other language. Therefore, if you wish to
become part of our society - learn our language!
"In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some
off-the-wall,
Christian, Right Wing, political slogan - it is our national motto. It is
engraved in stone in the House of Representatives in our Capitol and it is
printed on our currency. We adopted this motto because Christian men and
women, on Christian principles, founded this nation; and this is clearly
documented throughout our history. If it is appropriate for our motto to
be
inscribed in the halls of our highest level of Government, then it is
certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools.
God is in our pledge, our National Anthem, nearly every patriotic song, and
in our founding documents. We honor His
birth, death, and resurrection as holidays, and we turn to Him in prayer in
times of crisis. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another
part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture and
we are proud to have Him.
We are proud of our heritage and those who have so honorably defended our
freedoms. We celebrate Independence Day,
Memorial Day, Veterans Day, and Flag Day. We have parades, picnics, and
barbecues where we proudly wave our flag. As an American, I have the right
to wave my flag, sing my national
anthem, quote my national motto, and cite my pledge whenever and wherever I
choose. If the Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam,
then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet.
The American culture is our way of life, our heritage, and we are proud of
it. We are happy with our culture and have no
desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came
from. We are Americans, like it or not, this is our country, our land, and
our lifestyle.
Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion
about our government, culture, or society, and we will allow you every
opportunity to do so. But once you are done complaining, whining, and
griping about our flag, our pledge, our national motto, or our way of life,
I highly
encourage you take advantage of one other great American freedom, the right
to leave.
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my name is
Sophia Pernicano
I'm 14 and go to university high in Orlando, Florida
Prayers for the 21 century
First i would like to thank-you the Lord above for giving us this blessing, the
earth is what i mean. Second I would thank-you for the people that we love and
all the grace you have shed through good and bad. Now I would would like to ask
you to do something for us that seems hopeless but for you is possible,
put love in the hearts of the loveless hope in the hearts of the hopeless
kindness and joy in those which have none. Make the devil flee from what you
have created, make the word hate never to be spoken for this is what is turning
this pleasant world up side down. For in the U.S.A. you have
held the hands of many to help turn your land into what it is today and now I
hope you will help us make it true that together we will stand all united
as one with YOU holding our hand.
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Jessica Albright ,13
Tucson, Arizona
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This will be a poem started by
B. Grossman and hopefully continued
by all of us!
If you have a segment for this poem,
please submit to my e-mail for posting
"When I hear a jet go by,
I see the Eagle cry.........
but I know it is the strength and the courage of this nation,
that makes it fly .......(Denise Luckey)
but, GOD dried the Eagles' tears, and HE will dry yours and
mine............by and by..............(B. Luporter 11-10-01)
If you look very closely then you will see,
Mother Earth cries as the eagle tries to fly,
with a broken wing she struggles to soar
but falls to the ground hurting all the more,
until the lone wolf comes and picks her up
and carries her gently like one of her pups.
"Eagle" she says, I will carry you. You are
not alone." Wolf walks tirelessly on and the
eagle says "Wolf, I am forever your friend, together
may we take back what is our own." ........(Kathy Burns)
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9-12-01
Martin Connors
Philadelphia, PA
She Still Stands
From her island sanctuary
She stood glorious in the sun,
As clouds billowed softly by,
I saw Liberty; her torch raised to the sky
From the sky flew the demons from the east,
By blade, capturing the wings of the eagles flight,
Four riders stormed down delivering death,
Laying siege on her fortress of democracy
The towers destroyed and the keep damaged,
Countless souls delivered into God's hand,
The devil's seed had been sowed
An unholy bounty reaped
Fire, soot, and ash rained down to the street below,
Onto The Knights of Saint Michael and Saint Florian,
Burying those who try to save
Life pushed to the limit never thought to be undone
From her island sanctuary she stood immobile,
As clouds of smoke, ash, and soot billowed
Devastation recognized and dealt
I saw that Liberty still stood
Her sons shall raise their swords
To vanquish the evil back into the night
Her torch shall never grow dim
It will always be raised to the sky
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My loved one, my friend
How do I say goodbye to you
When for you it’s a beginning, for me an end
To all the good times and the bad
How do I say goodbye
To all the happy times and the sad
Is simple but true
I don’t have to say goodbye
Because I’ll always remember you
And the sight of your tears
I’ll remember the style of your hair
All of your hopes, dreams, and fears
And those filled with strife
I’ll remember everything about you
Yet, go on with my life
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Submitted by
Kathie Sanzone, Florida
Daughter of a firefighter/SFC. Army Reservist
Under beautiful blue skies
Just another day
They rushed off to work
Unaware of the price they'd pay
Some moms, some dads
Brothers and sisters too
The young and the old
Of the red, white and blue
How could they have known
That the land of the free
Would soon be the site
Of such an atrocity
Innocent life cut short
In just minutes of time
All of us wondering
Who would commit this crime
As anger and revenge
Fill many hearts and minds
The people come together
Showing many acts of kind
We watch in disbelief
As the twins come crashing down
Many searching for the lost
Others waiting to be found
Many heed to the call
Our heroes the brave
To give all that they can
For the lives they can save
Though the tears fill ours eyes
The pain fills our hearts
We will stand together
We will not fall apart
Our nation is strong
We are united as one
We are America
We will not be overcome
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"IN JUST A BLINK"
In just a blink
Our whole life has changed
Our world turned inside out
We find it hard
To feel any joy
And not much to smile about
But just as the night
Gives way to the dawn
And the sunlight fills our day
We have hope
In our tomorrow
That our troubles cannot stay
And when the storms
Blow so strong
And the sky is full of rage
There is a calm
That follows through
A peace we cannot gauge
We must hold on
To keep our faith
With all the strength we have inside
Let go of the pain
That yesterday holds
And wipe the tear drops from our eyes
Our Joy comes in the morning
Our broken hearts
They can be healed
For out pain won't last forever
And new hopes
Will be revealed
GOD Greatly Bless American and all our heroes,
Soldiers, firefighters, police, EMT, paramedics
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I want to add this picture plus a poem my daughter wrote.
My daughter Annie is 4 years old. She is a very sensitive little girl and
very intelligent, maybe understanding too much for her young age.
Kathy Burns
Mommy,
Why do bad things happen to good people?
I didn't know the people in the planes and towers,
but I think they were good. They died to save us and
I am so sad that they couldn't say goodbye to their
families. So I want to thank them and say goodbye
for them.
I see you flying into the clouds,
and my heart swells because I am proud.
I am sad that you had to leave your families behind,
and my heart swells with tears as I start to cry.
I am sad that I never knew you, but my heart will
never forget you.
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Submitted by
The hours are hard, and so it the job,
But I'd risk it all so you won't sob. To save,
your house,Your life,Your children. I'll risk
it all to enter the building. Each day i leave
my wife and child. To respond to the number you
dialed. But if i go and do not live. Please
Remember all we give
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I would like to thank all the wonderful people
who have submitted their poems and opened their hearts
at this time of our tragedy. Thank you for all the wonderful positive
e-mails that have been sent to me.
This site has truly been a labor of love!
I cannot thank you all enough!!
~~~
Alas, there has also been a negative response
and I would like to share that with you
as well:
Nice work. Loose the pets. It clearly belittles
the human tragedy.
Donald C. Shingler, DDS
Cleveland, Ohio
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Pet Memorial
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Please let us not forget the pets that
were also victims of this atrocity!
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Submitted by
in honor of Sirius, K9PO, victim of this tragedy
Sirius was a Port Authority of NY/NJ Police K9; a bomb sniffing dog that was stationed at the WTC.
Click on above banner to read the story about him
and his handler/partner, Officer David Lim
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Submitted in the Memorial Book
by
Princess(k-9) Fellow doggie friend
Ronkonkoma, NY USA!!!! ROOF
Comments: I thought this was a very nice page. My master was reading it and I overheard some. From what I heard I liked. I especially liked the doggie stories. They hit home for me. It is nice to hear my fellow doggie friends are taking part and doing what they can for the
country they live in with their masters. I do remember laying on the rug in my living room and my master had the news on. From what I heard I knew things were going to change. My masters were very upset and I took my part and did what I could to comfort them, and then when they had I ran in my corner and rested myself. Things were so hectic. It was easy to see how a dog in my position can get a little moody. I have taken my part and my fellow K-9's are doing so as well, and I have to say I am proud to be an all AMERICAN doggie. God bless
everyone. Ruff Ruff. Peace to my home dogs. Live forever my homies. Love ya'll.
Pet Rescue Efforts Continue
http://www.aspca.org/site/News2?page=NewsArticle&id=5826&news_iv_ctrl=-1
Thank you "Cat" for making this
banner to go with this poem
WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE
by AlexanderTheodore, Bouvier, Fourth Year Resident
On the morning of September 11, 2001, there was an unprecedented amount
of activity at the Rainbow Bridge. Decisions had to be made. They had to be
made quickly. And, they were.
An issue, not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really
have no loved one for whom to wait. Think of the pups who lived and died in
hideous puppy mills. No one on earth loved or protected them.
What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And, the ones
who were abused. Who are they to wait for?
We don't talk about that much up here. We share our loved ones as they
arrive, happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your
very own person who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.
Last Tuesday morning a request rang out for pups not waiting for specific
persons to volunteer for special assignment.. An eager, curious crowd
surged excitedly forward, each pup wondering what the assignment would
be. They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over
4,000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready. All the
pups, as all pups do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts.
Without
hearing more, there was a clamoring among them - "May I have one to
comfort?"
"I'll take two, I have a big heart." "I have been saving kisses
forever."
One after another they came forward begging for assignment. One cozy-looking
fluffy pup hesitantly asked, "Are there any children coming? I would be
very
comforting for a child 'cause I'm soft and squishy and I always wanted to be
hugged."
A group of Dalmatians came forward asking to meet the Firemen and be their
friends. The larger working breeds offered to greet the Police Officers and
make them feel at home. Little dogs volunteered to do what they do best,
cuddle and kiss.
Dogs who on Earth had never had a kind word or a pat on the head, stepped
forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."
Then all the dogs, wherever on Earth they originally came from, rushed to
the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting, overflowing with love to share each
tail wagging an American Flag.
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Submitted by
(This was written by a friend of mine)
I did some rescue work for souls at
NYC which I still find hard to speak
of, as it was one of the most profoundly
moving experiences I have ever encountered,
but I loved your beautiful posting, so I
thought I would share this moment and this
brief but beautiful encounter I had there
with you and our friends. I was coping
fairly well under the circumstances until
I saw the Souls of a man and his dog standing
side-by-side, they had been left; last to leave,
for me to see as a special comforting
gift perhaps, only for a brief few moments. My eyes
were drawn to the dog who gave me the most happy
doggie grin and wagged its tail joyfully, then
they disappeared, but of course I knew where they
had gone to. I had managed well until then,
doing what I had been chosen to do,
but at the sight of them and in particular, that
wonderful dog's joyfulness, I just went to pieces.
You know how sometimes you "cry for happy"...well
this was a mixture of that and also shock at the
suddeness of what I had seen there and mingled
gratitude as well that I had been where I could be
of some help to those marvellous Souls. There was
also the sadness too, I found it hard to cope
with the passing of so many people involved in that
sudden tragedy, although the joyous grin on that
dear sweet dog's face said to me once more,
earth life can do what it likes to all of us and our
dear animal friends, but that death is not the end.
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Photo and Story by
Jeannie Piper and 9NEWS Staff October 19, 2001 - 8:52am
While the chance of finding any survivors in the World Trade Center rubble
vanished long ago, there is a survivor story.
A cat apparently trapped under the debris has been found alive, with a new
litter of three kittens.
Rescuers found the cats curled up in a carton of napkins. They were in the
basement of what used to be a restaurant at the World Trade Center.
Rescue workers rushed mom and the kittens to a vet.
Mom was thin and dehydrated, however, vets say all of the cats will be just
fine.
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Submitted by Stardust
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
AND ON THE WALL PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBERING THOUGHT
CAME TO MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
SO DARK AND SO DREARY,
THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
NOW I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL,
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD EVENING'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
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Submitted and made by
Brittany
in honor of the SPCA
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Dogs aid in the aftermath of the terrorist attacks September 2001:
·
Hero Dogs Comb Trade Center
Rubble -- Porkchop is part of
largest deployment of working canines in history
· World Trade Center's Heroic Rescue Dogs - a Photo Gallery
· Pentagon's Heroic Rescue Dogs - a Photo Gallery
·
Search
and Rescue Dog & Officer Rest - in New York. This photo
story has a total of 11 pictures to view, including dogs
patrolling
airports and checking trucks going into the White House
grounds.
·
FEMA Advanced Canine Teams
include Goldens - diary and an array
of photographs of Golden Retrievers in action in NY
· FEMA-certified SAR Dogs and Handlers Work NY & DC
· Dogs Do 6-Hour Shifts in New York
· American & Canadian Dogs on Front Lines
· Urban SAR Dogs Prepare for Pentagon
· People Care for Hard-working SAR Dogs
· Rescue Dogs Refuse to Give Up
Stories of individual dogs and handlers seeking to help:· Black Lab Jake Comes from Utah to Help
· German Shepherd Trakr Comes out of Retirement to Help
· Malinois Jactive, Police Dog Thom Search NY Wreckage
· Raven plus German Shepherds Bravo & Tom Work NY Site
· Belgian Malinois Servus Does Two Searches, Gets Saved
· Canadian German Shepherd, Handler Rescue People
Canine Handlers' & Veterinarians' Experiences· Unsung Heroes - an interview with handler Chris Christensen and
his search and rescue dog Servus· Beyond the Call of Duty - interview with handler Laura LoPresti
and others on the dogs' role, including informal therapy dogs· Veterinary Care & Bathing of the SAR Dogs in NY
Related Canine Stories & Resources in the Tragedy's Aftermath:
How You Can Help the Dogs - Don't try to send booties. FEMA, other
agencies have not requested them, one webmaster says.· Golden Retriever Guide Dog Helps Man Escape World Trade Center
· ASPCA Has Command Center & Pet Rescue Hotlink for Stranded Pets
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My friends sites, well worth a visit!
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