Our Brave Firemen

On this day, September 11, 2001, when the twin towers of the World Trade Center are hit by hijacked planes, many firemen rush there to save lives. Not thinking of their own safety, they rush into the buildings. Then the first tower collapses trapping them inside. Other firemen rush into the other tower only to have it happen again. Many are trapped trying to save others. More firemen rush into the rubble as soon as they can and start digging. They move rocks and stone till their hands are covered with blood from cuts. Still they keep digging, minute after minute, hour after hour. When they are so exhausted they can't lift another stone others arrive and take their places. Firemen come from other cities, and other states. Round the clock they dig. A few survivors are found and lots of bodies that have to be identified. The bravery of those men is unsurpassed. Finally after days of digging all hope fades of finding any survivors but still they did. They are outraged that someone could do this to so many innocent people but anger has no place here now. Love is what counts now. Love for each other, love for our country. Together they pray to find more people. Together they risk their lives. These men are our brave countrymen. I am proud of them all, as all Americans are. Some will join others in God's gentle care. Surely he has a special place for them there. We must never forget the bravery of our firemen. God bless them all!