Tomorrow is the Fifth Year after the World Trade Center Towers were destroyed. We should all take time to reflect on those terrible events and what they meant then and mean today.
While most of you aren't into Country Western "Baked Beans" & "Shot my favorite hound dog" music, CW singer Darryl Worley sums it up pretty good in his song "Have You Forgotten?"
I hear people saying we don't need this war
But I say there's some things worth fighting for
What about our freedom and this piece of ground
We didn't get to keep 'em by backin down
They say that we don't realize the mess we're gettin in
Before you start your preachin let me ask you this my friend
Have You Forgotten
How it felt that day
To see your homeland under fire and her people blown away
Have you forgotten
When those towers fell, we had neighbors still inside
Going through a living hell
And you say we shouldn't worry about Bin Laden
Have you forgotten
They took all the footage off my TV
Said it's too disturbing for you and me
It'll just breed anger, that’s what the experts say
If it was up to me I'd show it everyday
Some say this country's just out lookin for a fight
But after 9/11 man I'd have to say that’s right
Have You Forgotten
How it felt that day
To see your homeland under fire and her people blown away
Have you forgotten
When those towers fell, we had neighbors still inside
Going through a living hell
And we vowed to get the ones behind bin Laden
Have you forgotten
I've been there with the soldiers
Who've gone away to war
And you can bet that they remember, just what they're fighting for
Have you forgotten
All the people killed
Yeah, some went down like heroes in that Pennsylvania field
Have you forgotten
About our Pentagon
All the loved ones that we lost and those left to carry on
Don't you tell me not to worry about Bin Laden
Have you forgotten
Have you forgotten
Have you forgotten
911 - Five Years After
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I got this poem in an email recently. This thread seems like an apropriate place to post it.
WHOEVER WROTE THIS SHOULD STEP FORWARD AND CLAIM IT!
> THE WORDS ARE POWERFUL:
>
> 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
WHOEVER WROTE THIS SHOULD STEP FORWARD AND CLAIM IT!
> THE WORDS ARE POWERFUL:
>
> 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
What makes this event even more tragic is that it was fully preventable.
It was more important to make sure some guy who grew a stalk of bud for his own consumption see jail time, than it was to keep the general public safe from known terrorists operating within our borders.
If you really want to get even, try all those Feds who ignored the warning signs along with the Osama crew.
Then it would be fair all around.
"THOSE WHO FORGET HISTORY, ARE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT"
WTC "93"
OKC "95"
WTC "01"
It was more important to make sure some guy who grew a stalk of bud for his own consumption see jail time, than it was to keep the general public safe from known terrorists operating within our borders.
If you really want to get even, try all those Feds who ignored the warning signs along with the Osama crew.
Then it would be fair all around.
"THOSE WHO FORGET HISTORY, ARE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT"
WTC "93"
OKC "95"
WTC "01"
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