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Softly the leaves of memory fall,
Gently I gather and treasure them all,
Unseen, unheard, you are always near,
Still loved, still missed, so very dear.
No length of time can take away,
My thoughts of you from day to day,
Whatever else I fail to do,
I never fail to think of you.

(Author unknown)

Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrived in heaven
As they pass through the gate
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps foreward saying, "Lets sit,lets chat."
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
I have a dream, and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives.

Groups of soliders in blue and gray
Others in kahki, and green then say
Where from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine
The Newcomer said,"You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear."
The Newcomer said,"We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."

Courage does not hide in caves
You cant bury freedom in a grave
The Newcomer had heard that voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores

A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Ment time had come for her to say that was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
Back in earth, we wrote reports
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs,
Went to church, clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cryed, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, dont talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me

Then before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death,destructioon, smoke and dust
And people working, just because they must
Hauling ash, and lifting stones
Knee deep in Hell, but not alone
Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man

So said Martin, as he watched the scene
Even from nightmares, can be born a dream.

Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soliders above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44

The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his preceptaions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears.
I see sorrow-but not fear

"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons, and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone
All of those people even those who've never met you,
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Dont you see what has happened?
Dont you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
FIVE THOUSAND PLUS HEROS, NEWCOMERS TO HEAVEN,
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

written by shawna

An open letter to a terrorist:

Well, you hit the World Trade Center, but you missed America. You hit the Pentagon, but you missed America. You used helpless American bodies, to take out other American bodies, but like a poor marksman, you STILL missed America.

Why? Because of something you guys will never understand. America isn't about a building or two, not about financial centers, not about military centers, America isn't about a place, America isn't even about a bunch of bodies. America is about an IDEA. An idea, that you can go someplace where you can earn as much as you can figure out how to, live for the most part, like you envisioned living, and pursue Happiness. (No guarantees that you'll reach it, but you can sure try!)

Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine, and chant your terrorist litany: "If you can not see my point, then feel my pain." This concept is alien to Americans. We live in a country where we don't have to see your point. But you're free to have one. We don't have to listen to your speech. But you're free to say one. Don't know where you got the strange idea that everyone has to agree with you. We don't agree with each other in this country, almost as a matter of pride. We're a collection of guys that don't agree, called States. We united our individual states to protect ourselves from tyranny in the world. Another idea, we made up on the spot. You CAN make it up as you go, when it's your country.

If you're free enough.

Yeah, we're fat, sloppy, easy-going goofs most of the time. That's an unfortunate image to project to the world, but it comes of feeling free and easy about the world you live in. It's unfortunate too, because people start to forget that when you attack Americans, they tend to fight like a cornered badger. The first we knew of the War of 1812, was when England burned Washington D.C. to the ground. Didn't turn out like England thought it was going to, and it's not going to turn out like you think, either. Sorry, but you're not the first bully on our shores, just the most recent.

No Marquis of Queensbury rules for Americans, either. We were the FIRST and so far, only country in the world to use nuclear weapons in anger. Horrific idea, nowadays? News for you bucko, it was back then too, but we used it anyway. Only had two of them in the whole world and we used 'em both. Grandpa Jones worked on the Manhattan Project. Told me once, that right up until they threw the switch, the physicists were still arguing over whether the Uranium alone would fission, or whether it would start a fissioning chain reaction that would eat everything. But they threw the switch anyway, because we had a War to win. Does that tell you something about American Resolve?

So who just declared War on us? It would be nice to point to some real estate, like the good old days. Unfortunately, we're probably at war with random camps, in far-flung places. Who think they're safe. Just like the Barbary Pirates did, IIRC. Better start sleeping with one eye open.

There's a spirit that tends to take over people who come to this country, looking for opportunity, looking for liberty, looking for freedom. Even if they misuse it. The Marielistas that Castro emptied out of his prisons, were overjoyed to find out how much freedom there was. First thing they did when they hit our shores, was run out and buy guns. The ones that didn't end up dead, ended up in prisons. It was a big PITA then (especially in south Florida), but you're only the newest PITA, not the first.

You guys seem to be incapable of understanding that we don't live in America, America lives in US! American Spirit is what it's called. And killing a few thousand of us, or a few million of us, won't change it. Most of the time, it's a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of Spirit. Until we're crossed in a cowardly manner, then it becomes an entirely different kind of Spirit.

Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit, this time.

Sleep tight, if you can. We're coming.

-Author Unknown

I AM AN AMERICAN


I am the American you killed Tuesday
I have many faces. I am an airline pilot, I am a secretary, I am a police officer,I am a flight attendant, I am a firefighter, I am a street vendor.
I can be all of these things because I am first,and foremost an American.


I am also a Father, a Mother, a Sister, a Brother. I am an Aunt,an Uncle,
a Grandmother,a Grandfather. I am a child.Even though I am all of
these things, I am first and foremost, an American.


Yuo can break my body,you can destroy my buildings. But you will never
break my spirit nor destroy my essence. Because I am, first and foremost,
an American.


I will live forever in the hearts of loved ones, and in the hearts of my
countrymen. With every flag that is flown, with evey story that is told,
I will survive.because I am first, and foremost an American.


Author : Unknown

TRIBUTE TO THE UNITED STATES
This, from a Canadian newspaper, is worth sharing.

America: The Good Neighbor.
Widespread but only partial news coverage was given
recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from
Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television
Commentator. What follows is the full text of his
trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional
Record:

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the
Americans as the most generous and possibly the
least appreciated people on all the earth. Germany,
Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy
were lifted out of the debris of war by the
Americans who poured in billions of dollars and
forgave other billions in debts.

None of these countries is today paying even the
interest on its remaining debts to the United
States. When France was in danger of collapsing in
1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and
their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the
streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.

When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the
United States that hurries in to help. This spring,
59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes.
Nobody helped. The Marshall Plan and the Truman
Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged
countries. Now newspapers in those countries are
writing about the decadent, warmongering Americans.

I'd like to see just one of those countries that is
gloating over the erosion of the United States
dollar build its own airplane. Does any other
country in the world have a plane to equal the
Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the
Douglas DC10?

If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the
International lines except Russia fly American
Planes? Why does no other land on earth even
consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You
talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios.
You talk about German technocracy, and you get
automobiles. You talk about American technocracy,
and you find men on the moon - not once, but several
times - and safely home again.

You talk about scandals, and the Americans put
theirs right in the store window for everybody to
look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued
and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most
of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are
getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to
spend here.

When the railways of France, Germany and India were
breaking down through age, it was the Americans who
rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the
New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an
old caboose. Both are still broke.

I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced
to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name
me even one time when someone else raced to the
Americans in trouble? I don't think there was
outside help even during the San Francisco
earthquake.


Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one
Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get
kicked around. They will come out of this thing
with their flag high. And when they do, they are
entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are
gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada
is not one of those."

Stand proud, America! Wear it proudly!!

This is one of the best editorials that I have ever
read regarding the United States. It is nice that
one man realizes it. I only wish that the rest of
the world would realize it. We are always blamed for
everything, and never even get a thank you for the
things we do.

I would hope that each of you would send this to as
many people as you can and emphasize that they
should send it to as many of their friends until
this letter is sent to every person on the web. I am
just a single American that has read this, TRIBUTE TO
THE UNITED STATES

New Ways And Better Days
By David Hill

Were all living in a changing world
And going through some trying times
The twin tower ghost overlooks New York
And haunts our dreams with terrorist crimes

The day that changed America forever
The jewel of Manhattan became ground zero
Firefighters and policemen rushed in together
A brave chaplain led them into the unimaginable

Everyone hurts inside, some more than others
Reeling from the shock of September eleventh
Widows and orphans and sisters without brothers
Sit at the table with souls that are Heaven sent

We all lost a part of ourselves that day
Why it had to happen only God knows
Lets all kneel down and stop and pray
Hope the best for New York and its heroes

Our greatest citys skyline will rise again
Well find the killers and figure out why
A smoking horror swallowed our friends
Lets all sit down and have a good cry

President Bush seeks justice, Americas at war
Now, and forever well face life in new ways
The worlds collective consciousness is an open door
Looking outside for rainbows and better days

New York City is America, and we love you
You opened up your gateway to freedom
Were all waving the red, white and blue
Well make the world safe for Gods children

All of us will always keep looking back
Nothing can stop us from looking ahead
New Yorks spirit leads us into new ways
The land of the free deserves better days.

The Greatest Powers
By David Hill

A silver 767 shoots through a quiet Eastern sky
An enemy aims for the heart of New York City
American minds turn numb and wonder, Why?
Crashes and flashes crush the World Trade Center

Mouths agape, the Free World stands and stares
In minutes, landmarks of Genius crumble to dust
Our Heroes answer the cries and the prayers
United we stand, in God and Love we trust

New York, New York, youre so beautiful
God continues to shed his Grace on thee
Innocence and Tears make you powerful
And the Pretty Lady still keeps us Free

America, America, nothing holds you down
Evil and Hate and false Gods will try
As Infinite Justice spins our world around
The will of the world shows them, Why

The one true God helps and heals
Even those who kill in his name
Terrorists long for Love and the way it feels
Sometimes, Forgiveness is our toughest game

The Human Spirit offers Compassion to oppressed lands
Hoping for harmonious uniting of Heaven and Earth
The Free stretching around the World holding hands
A global perspective optimistic of enlightening Rebirth

Tolerant of Ignorance, we give Life and Death to God
Despite all odds, ill will and Hate are dead and gone
We dont see War as holy, no matter what its called
Bewildered orphans face Life without Dad and Mom

Our lives and our loves fell with the Towers
Well never understand why Gentle Giants fall
Peace and Love are still the Greatest Powers
And the Spirit Of Freedom never stood so tall

UNITED AIRLINES FLIGHT 93


It could have been any other flight that took off that day
But this one was chosen and nothing stood in their way
A mission to accomplish, they knew their goal
Disregarding life and any living soul

They didn't know the passengers it would hold
didn't count on some ..... as being quite so bold
They didn't understand that United was much more than a name
It was a spirit in the travelers that they could not tame

They didn't count on heroes flying on that day
They maybe even laughed, when they heard them begin to pray
They couldn't see the Angels there along for the ride
Holding the hands of each hero as they stood by their side.

The mission they planned would all go astray
as these heroes held fast to save souls far away
Calls were sent forth to say I love you
While the minutes remaining were only a few

Todd Beamer was one who took charge on that day
A gentle yet determined young man so they say
Along with Jeremy and Thomas and only God knows who
Determined to see this plan would not make it through

Countless lives were saved upon this day
because of the heroes who would make it that way
A calmness prevailed during the midst of it all
As the echo of Todd's voice could be heard through the call

"Let's Roll!" With Angels holding them and aiding them along
They made a rush .... their spirits were strong!
It lasted only seconds but gave years to so many
For the plane went down before it hit a city.

I can see Todd reaching out his hand
a split second ..... before they hit land
His faith never wavering as he held his head high
Never asking God .... the reason or why

Taking hold of the hand
of an angel ....while leading him to the promised land
gently guiding his soul
His voice ringing out..."OK LET'S ROLL!"

Brenda Race Sept. 22,2001

Brenda's web site

Where Was God?

September 11, 2001 was the day America cried for help (9/11) to our only One (2001) who could help? God. And many believe God did not answer. He could not answer. The Devil, taking advantage of our complacency that evil could not touch us, had unleashed Hell onto the United States. God was busy.

God was busy embracing the passengers of four aircraft with adoration and strength in their final moments so they, in gentle gallantry, could call loved ones with information and farewells. He was busy transforming the men of Flight 93 into His soldiers as they defeated Satan's apprentices and their violent mission to cause more deaths.

God was also busy altering a few schedules and playing with a few traffic lights so that not all of the on-average 50,000 employees of the World Trade Center would make it to work early or even on time. God was busy grasping two massive fireballs in the palm of His hand so that the Twin Towers would not totally self-destruct on impact as the Devil would have hoped, giving many occupants a few precious minutes to escape. At the same time, God was busy cradling millions of broken American souls as they watched the Devil release his fury.

And God is still busy. He is carrying the courageous, relentless rescue workers who continue to search for our fallen brothers and sisters. He is counseling our president and government who cautiously but adamantly work to resolve this horror. And He is comforting all of us throughout this great nation who cry, pray, give blood, donate funds, wave a flag, offer a kind word, and, in spirit, stand beside the grieving hearts and hope for survivors and hope for America.

Ultimately, thousands of people lost their battle for life on Black Tuesday. But none of them fell without a fight. Even in their darkest hour, they demonstrated that America is still the strongest, the most passionate, and the most determined nation in the world. On September 11, 2001, America was seriously wounded. Her heart was broken. But as long as we remain "one nation, under God, indivisible," we will remain victorious no matter how many times we are struck.

I am proud to be an American, and I have never been more proud of my country.


~ Author Unknown

"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
We are United
We are America

Author ~ Unknown

September 11th, 2001



September eleventh started a normal day;
we said our goodbyes and went on our way.
Not knowing how many lives we'd lose;
we gelled up our hair, and tied our shoes.

So far the day was going fine;
not a single worry or doubt in our mind.
Never did we stop and think of the day;
we didn't know, but history was on its way.

The first plane hit, and then another;
the buildings collapsed right into each other.
Saying goodbye to so many souls;
I guess God was saying it's time to go.

If only we could have had one more day;
to say "I love you," to bond, and to pray.
Let's form a parade, let's strike up a band;
to let everyone know united we stand.

Let's hold up a flag...up to the sun;
to let everyone know these colors don't run.
We pledge to our flag though covered in dust;
just letting you know you have NOT defeated us!

Stephanie Josette Santora
Age 11 - Mount Kisco, New York

"When Tomorrow Starts Without Me"


When tomorrow starts without me
and I'm not here to see...
If the sun should rise and find your
eyes filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today...
While thinking of the many things
we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you...
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me, too.

But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand...
That Jesus came and called my name
and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready
in heaven far above...
And that I'd have to leave behind
all those I dearly love.

So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart...
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here in your heart.

What Can We Do?


What can we do in the face of such pain
To make sure what happened
will not be done in vain?
How can we honor
the loved ones we lost
and deal with
the grief of that ultimate cost?
We can make it a promise
to live every day
To the best of our power,
in our own human way,
To be kind to each other
and cherish what's real-
Our family, our friends,
and the love that we feel.
We can cheer all the everyday heros
we've met,
The stories and faces
we'll never forget...
We can reach out and give-
and then reach out some more,
We can help make a difference
like never before.
We can take a close look
deep within our hearts
And stop any prejudice
right where it starts,
We can vow to respect
every faith, every creed,
knowing each offers comfort
to spirits in need.
We an make this America's best,
shining hour
And ask for the wisdom
to help guide our power,
We can keep candels burning
and proud flags unfurled,
We can pray for our nation,
we can pray for our world.
We owe it to ourselves,
to our country,
to the cause of freedom,
and to each American
who suffered
so deeply,
to always remember
September 11th
in our hearts
and do whatever we can
to make a difference
in this world.

Author Unknown