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Salute to America
On Tuesday September 11, 2001 life in America changed forever.
The tear in the Eagle's eye speaks more eloquently than any words I can
place on this page. My thanks to the compassionate American who created
this image from his heart and allowed me to use it for all to see.
In the history of our country many have fought and died to protect the freedom
that we have taken for granted.
On December 7th, 1941-A date that will live in infamy-
2503 Americans perished in the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.
On the 6th of June, 1944, American soldiers stormed
the beaches of Normandy in a world war. Thousands-it is estimated at 2700- gave
their lives that day in defense of that freedom.
It is conceivable at the time of this writing that on the 11th of September, 2001, more
Americans died than on both those dates combined.**
The only difference is they weren't at war with anyone.
They were going about their lives under the banner of freedom.
Brutal and cowardly terrorists, living in the shadows of hatred, callously took those lives.
Take time to remember and honor them in your own way.
**Footnote: Today, Sept. 11, 2002, the offical toll is 3003 dead.
A Salute to the flag
by an anonymous veteran.
Like my brothers before me,
I have fought to keep your colors free.
With every battle that we had won,
you were there to show who was number one.
When our brothers had died,
you caressed their bodies with pride.
My American Flag this promise I give,
to hold you high and let you live.
My words to you are profound,
I'll keep your colors off the ground.
I will guard and protect your stars and stripes,
with all my power, might and my life.
Why I Still March
Why do you still march old man,
With medals pinned on your chest?
Why do you still grieve old man,
For those friends you laid to rest?
Why do your eyes gleam old man,
When you hear those bugles blow?
Tell me why you cry old man,
About those days so long ago.
I'll tell you why I march young man,
With medals on my chest.
I'll tell you why I grieve young man,
For those I laid to rest.
Through misty veils of gossamer silk
Come visions of distant times.
When boys of tender age lost lives
And all their mothers sadly pined.
We buried them in a blanket shroud,
Their flesh, scorched and blackened.
In a communal grave, freshly gouged,
In blood stained gorse and bracken.
You ask me why I march young man,
I march to remind Americans all.
That but for those long ago who stood the test,
You would never have known freedom at all.
The Winds of Change
by the webmaster
The winds blowing o'er the land
Stirs the future like shifting sand.
The past has slowly ebbed away
The future waits the coming day.
The joy of youth have now flown
Into tomorrow still yet unknown.
Dreams within the eddies swirl
As hope's pennant does unfurl.
A gentle breeze, sometimes a gale
Caressing or lashing, it will assail.
Blowing across a nation that cried
On that day when many have died.
Touching the rich, also the poor
It will come unbidden to your door.
Will you panic and try to hide
As it seeks our nation to divide?
Will you tremble, cry, and quake
As freedom's life it tries to take?
Or stand with others tall and proud
Protecting freedom from its cloud?
Till to our land it comes no more
And freedom stands upon our shore.
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The Day After
By Annita McGinnes
When I awoke this morning
'twas from an awful dream
I dreamed that we were chosen
To sacrifice supreme.
A thousand individuals
Paid more than we can owe
They gave their very lives
A strike for Freedom's blow.
They never knew how many
Were praying for their souls.
Their families, friends and coworkers
Still adding up the tolls.
The heroes and the workers
All standing side by side
To try to make some sense
And from their feelings hide.
It's much too overwhelming
To dwell on very long.
And so we lean on family
And with their help we're strong.
So keep your prayer lines open
No need to be precise.
Just mention all those brave ones
Who paid the ultimate price.
We are The Power of One.
by an anonymous American
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 voice.
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 voice
One language
One body
One family
One soul
One people
We are The Power of One.
One Nation, Indivisible.
We are United. We are America.
We mourn our lost
May God Bless America
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