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| War In September On a beautiful fall day in Atlanta, leaves are fluttering, drifting peacefully down. Children laugh, adults smile. In New York, there�s a mean hole in the ground. My Father fought in World War II, a chest of medals lies on a forgotten shelf. Most memories he hid away, buried deep within himself. It was an ordinary day in America. People shopped and worked in their yards. But something changed in the land of the free. Some are lost now, their cries buried so far. As for me, I sit in a park, watching children play. In Washington, decisions are being made, life changing ones on this painful day. I hear a Mom shout, �Have fun, hang on!� Then she wrings both her hands. Her child climbs up the slide, takes his fantasy flight, then lands in the sand. And so the soldier climbs in the jet, Buoyed by the cheers from below. A Mom watches with proud tears in her eyes, for her price, she already knows. By Kathie Stehr September 22, 2001 |
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