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Where were you on that fateful day?
It was just before 7 a.m. and I lay sleeping  in a twin bed, nestled in a tiny third floor efficiency in a neighborhood called Sherman Heights which overlooked the Naasco shipyards and San Diego Bay. The only beauty I could see out my window was an angelic serpent called the Coronado Island Bridge which linked San Diegos metropolitan downtown with the Naval airbase and aircraft- carrier base.
   A close friend called me to alert me that the United States had been invaded by an invisible enemy. I watched with my jaw fallen as channel by channel the broadcasters showed the first plane plunging into the World Trade Center tower. Fear gripped the nation instantly. Suddenly we all were united Americans, connected with fear. Co-incidentily, two planes involved in the suicide  terrorist crashes were United Airlines and American Airlines. But isn't it freedom that makes Americans united?
Anxiety fell on me and it sunk deep into my pounding heart. I looked out the window for airplanes attacking the shipyards, Carriers and nearby naval base, but nothing yet. It was only a matter of time. It seemed like Pearl Harbor could happen all over again, right here in this seaside Navy town. I gazed more into the TV like a crystal ball and saw the second plane hit the other tower. People were falling from the sky and burning! I nearly expected Bruce Willis to enter the action in this Psuedo-Hollywood surreal scene- catostrophic explosions, tons of falling glass and metal shards; screaming crowds running in panic; billowing smoke clouds of ash. They were guessing 10,000 people dead at the time. The Pentagon suffered attack as well.....and where would the devastion end? We were under siege, but by who?
   Not trusting the TV media for balanced  details, I ran the dial for radio stations. The DJ.s voices were very consoling in contrast to the sensational talking heads, so I taped audio recordings for the next several hours, not wanting to miss a thing. I'm all to aware that history gets forgotten too easily and whatever this was would be big in my minds eye for a lifetime. After the fear receded a sence of deep sadness came over me realizing I was utterly alone with only acquaintences and friends in the superficial way. I wished more than ever that I had someone to hold onto and share comfort with.

   I sat down with my guitar after two days immobilized in front of the tube. I had called my Mother and wondered if my sons would go to war. I wrote a song called Liberty Burning" which was later released on a fundraiser compilation CD called "Stand Proud" on Outraged Records label. The song is available to you for free download at my MP3 site. Just double-click on my Chord hand icon. Notice the resemblence? Its me doing my Statue of  Liberty impersonation. No, really!
      Liberty Burning      
   Daniel Hulse

Twin towers standing like an icon for the world to see
Nearby to Brooklyn Bridge and falling, falling
The silver cords to pull them back to God again
A quarter mile high and calling, calling

If evil ever wore  a smile I saw it there
Little children dancing for their candy, candy
So many passengers who ended life today
When they lost all hope of ever landing, landing

Chorus
I saw an eagle fly and with a teardrop cry
He was lifted on an ashen wind
And Miss Liberty with a broken heart
Longing for youth which so soon has departed

Because we love the Chosen Ones, they came on 911
With the rain of Cain on our planes headed for the Sun
Oh, jealous Ishmael you�ve taken things too far
Thousands up in glitter, smoke and flaming

Bridge
You faceless cowards we resolve to run you down
But you will never know the glory we have found
Those dreams and children and the loves you left behind
Will ring the bell of freedom one more time
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