LOCATED IN THE HEART OF THE MIDWEST
FEELS THE PAIN OF SEPTEMBER 11, 2001
THIS PAGE IS A MEMORIAL TO THE VICTIMS
OF THE TRAGEDY OF THAT DAY,
TO THEIR FAMILIES TO SHOW THAT WE CARE,
AND TO HONOR THE RESCUERS WHO REALLY ARE TRUE COURAGEOUS HEROES!
The Above Two Photos: AP Wide World Photos
Images Forever Engraved In Our Minds And On Our Hearts
The smell of smoke and terror
How dignified and beautiful
Our Eagle Cried Too! Heroes And Victims!
Firefighters and rescue workers work 24/7 to save lives in lower Manhattan.
I have always thought that angels wore halos and wings of white,
Not all angels have smooth hands that look like
porcelain,
And while I thought all angels glowed from heaven's
light,
And while these earthly angels passed buckets of debris,
So while the smoke continued to rise into the sky,
David Letterman's Remarks On September 17, 2001 In Regard To The Rescuers.
"....and fortunately, most of us don't really have to think to much about what these men and women do on a daily basis, and the phrase New York's finest and New York's bravest, you know, did it mean
anything to us personally, firsthand? Well, maybe, hopefully, but probably not. But boy, it means something now, doesn't it? They put themselves in harm's way to protect people like us, and the men and women, the fire fighters and the police department who are lost are going to be missed by this city for a very, very long time. And I, and my hope for myself and everybody else, not only in New York but everywhere, is that we never, ever take these people for granted...
absolutely never take them for granted."
The Eagle Has His War Paint On One Mad Uncle Sam!!
It Is Said That This Drawing Was Done By A GI Waiting To Deploy.
I wonder what she thought
As she stood there, strong and tall.
She couldn't turn away,
She was forced to watch it all.
Did she long to offer comfort
As her country bled?
With her arm forever frozen
High above her head.
She could not shield her eyes
She could not hide her face
She just stared across the water
Keeping Freedom's place.
Somehow reduced her size
So small within the harbor
But still we recognized.....
On a day so many died
I wonder what she thought,
And I know she must have cried.Author Unknown
Above Photo: AP World Wide Photos
More than 300 firefighters....in some cases, entire stations...
were killed in the collapse of the World Trade Center.
ANGELS CRY!
But now I find they wear hard hats and black coats with yellow stripes.
And angels, in my mind, wore long flowing gowns of
white,
But now I see dark pants and shirts and badges shining bright.
And angels always floated with bare feet above the
ground,
Not true! For they wear steel toed boots and go where
death is found.
Some angels have torn gloves and cuts and burns upon their skin.
I see an angel cutting steel - his torch is shining
bright.
The angels up in heaven looked down on bended knee.
I watched the rescue workers weep - I've seen the
angels cry. The above poem was written by Bonnie McDaniel of Grayson, Ga.
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