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OT Sept. 11, 2001 a remembrance
This is not political but since this is the 5 year remembrance for a day
the world we never forget I thought it appropriate to post a poem that caught my attention Sept. 11, 2001 Two Thousand One ~ Nine Eleven (2001-911) Two thousand one, nine eleven Three thousand plus arrive in heaven As they pass through the gate, Thousands more appear in wait A bearded man with stovepipe hat Steps forward 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 soldiers in blue and gray Others in khaki, and green then say "We're 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 doesn't hide in caves You can't bury freedom, in a grave," The Newcomers had heard this voice before A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannis port shores A silence fell within the mist Somehow the Newcomer knew that this Meant time had come for her to say What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day "Back on Earth, we wrote reports, Watched our children play in sports Worked our gardens, sang our songs Went to church and clipped coupons We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought Unlike you, great we're not" The tall man in the stovepipe hat Stood and said, "Don't 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, destruction, smoke and dust And people working just 'cause they must Hauling ash, 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 soldiers above had seen it before On Iwo Jima back in '45 The man on sticks studied everything closely Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly "I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow -- but I don't see 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 Don't you see what has happened? Don't 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 Three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven Author UNKNOWN (What a shame!) 5 years ago at the time of the first plane hit I was watching the news already ready to start my day. Everyone thought it was just an airliner accident. I prayed for the people in the tower. A dear friend called me to tell me what happened he could not reach anyone else but his family just me. He was right across from the towers literally right below the south tower near the side where the second plane hit. I kept telling him to get out of there get somewhere safe. When the second plane hit I remember screaming NO at the TV scaring the hell out of the cats and my family. I yelled him run God run now get the hell out of there. We were both in tears on the phone. He was telling me to tell his family that he loved them and we both thought he was going to die right there. I remember the screams in the backgrounds, the shouts and his tears my tears than silence. I remember holding on tight to my family praying to all that was good please let them be ok. I tried calling back but only got his voice mail I promised him his family would know that they were in his thoughts. I made so many phone calls that morning trying to find my family and friends. I had a family member in a building near the towers we could not find her and no one knew were she was. We were all glued to the TV looking for answers when I saw the report on the pentagon attacks. I fell to my knees saying no no n o for a cousin works in the building. We could not find her for 14 hours. I called out for answers the only answer I had was silence. No one could tell us anything no one had answers. The rest of the day was glued to the TV sitting in silence stunned, violated, nauseated, feeling the hatred, asking for forgiveness for the hatred. When the announcement of flight 93 came out I just sat there emotional stunned. I watched them pull some fire fighters out of the rubble and the first call he did was to his mother to say "I am ok,I am sorry that I scared you, I love you". I remembering saying thank you in a silent prayer I watched the people; looking for my cousin, that had evacuated the pentagon sitting in the field where a makeshift trama area had been made. When the repost came in that there was still people trapped inside and everyone even the injured ones stood up and went running back to help. I thought heroes all of them and prayed for them and their families when the towers fell. I thought the world had ended That evening I received the calls I had been praying for my friend had made it out of the area he had to walk home many miles, My cousins was stuck on the freeway for hours in the evacuation. We did not find our other family member from the towers for 2 weeks. She is the type that disappears for weeks at a time when she feels like it ( b@tch ). I am sorry if this offends anyone but after 5 years I had to get this off my chest. Today in remembrance all I could do is shed tears at the 4 moments of silence. Wear a american flag pin to show support. Drive with my headlights on all day. To give a smile to the person as I held the door for them. To make sure I said thank you and you are welcome with a smile on my face. To makes sure heroes are remember somehow some way a small way to say thank you. You are not forgotten http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9/11 |
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