9-11 Inspirations and Thoughts (Section Two)

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9-11 Inspirations and Thoughts -Section Two... THE LETTER
By request-
The person who sent me this asked if I'd put in our the site.
"An open letter to the Terrorist:

Well, you hit the World Trade Center, but you missed America. You hit the Pentagon, but you missed America. You used helpless American bodies, to take out other American bodies, but like a poor marksman, you STILL missed America.

Why? Because of something you guys will never understand. America isn't about a building or two, not about financial centers, not about military centers, America isn't about a place, America isn't even about a bunch of bodies. America is about an IDEA.

An idea, that you can go someplace where you can earn as much as you can figure out how to, live for the most part, like you envisioned living, and pursue Happiness. (No guarantees that you'll reach it, but you can sure try!)

Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine, and chant your terrorist litany:
"If you can not see my point, then feel my pain." This concept is alien to Americans.

We live in a country where we don't have to see your point. But you're free to have one.

We don't have to listen to your speech. But you're free to say one. Don't know where you got the strange idea that everyone has to agree with you. We don't agree with each other in this country, almost as a matter of pride.

We're a collection of guys that don't agree, called States. We united our individual states to protect ourselves from tyranny in the world. Another idea, we made up on the spot. You CAN make it up as you go, when it's your country. If you're free enough.

Yeah, we're fat, sloppy, easy-going goofs most of the time. That's an unfortunate image to project to the world, but it comes of feeling free and easy about the world you live in.

It's unfortunate too, because people start to forget that when you attack Americans, they tend to fight like a cornered badger. The first we knew of the War of 1812, was when England burned Washington D.C. to the ground. Didn't turn out like England thought it was going to, and it's not going to turn out like you think, either.

Sorry, but you're not the first bully on our shores, just the most recent.

No Marquis of Queensbury rules for Americans, either. We were the FIRST and so far, only country in the world to use nuclear weapons in anger. Horrific idea, nowadays?

News for you bucko, it was back then too, but we used it anyway. Only had two of them in the whole world and we used 'em both. Grandpa Jones worked on the Manhattan Project. Told me once, that right up until they threw the switch, the physicists were still arguing over whether the Uranium alone would fission, or whether it would start a fissioning chain reaction that would eat everything. But they threw the switch anyway, because we had a War to win.

Does that tell you something about American Resolve?

So who just declared War on us? It would be nice to point to some real estate, like the good old days. Unfortunately, we're probably at war with random camps, in far-flung places. Who think they're safe. Just like the Barbary Pirates did, IIRC. Better start sleeping with one eye open.

There's a spirit that tends to take over people who come to this country, looking for opportunity, looking for liberty, looking for freedom. Even if they misuse it. The Marielistas that Castro emptied out of his prisons, were overjoyed to find out how much freedom there was.

First thing they did when they hit our shores, was run out and buy guns. The ones that didn't end up dead, ended up in prisons. It was a big PITA then (especially in south Florida), but you're only the newest PITA, not the first.

You guys seem to be incapable of understanding that we don't live in America, America lives in US! American Spirit is what it's called. And killing a few thousand of us, or a few million of us, won't change it. Most of the time, it's a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of Spirit.

Until we're crossed in a cowardly manner, then it becomes an entirely different kind of Spirit. Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit, this time.

Sleep tight, if you can. We're coming."
P.S. And we're pissed!
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WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES
What a difference a Day
makes.....

On Monday we emailed jokes.
On Tuesday we did not.

On Monday we thought that we
were secure. On Tuesday we
learned better.

On Monday we were talking
about heroes as being athletes.
On Tuesday we relearned who our
heroes are.

On Monday we were irritated
that our rebate checks had not
arrived. On Tuesday we gave
money away to people we had
never met.

On Monday there were people
fighting against praying in schools
On Tuesday you would have been
hard pressed to find a school
where someone was not praying.

On Monday people argued with
their kids about picking up their
room, ON Tuesday the same
people could not get home fast
enough to hug their kids.

On Monday people were upset
they had to wait 6 minutes in
a fast food drive through line. On
Tuesday people didn't care about
waiting up to 6 hours to give blood
for the dying.

On Monday we waved our flags
signfying our cultural diversity. On
Tuesday we waved only the
American flag.

On Monday there were people
trying to seperate each other by
race, sex, color, and creed. On
Tuesday they were all holding
hands.

On Monday we were men
or womaen, black or white, old or
yound, rich or poor, straight,
Christian or non-Christian. On
Tuesday we were Americans.

On Monday politicians argued
about budget surpluses. On
Tuesday, grief stricken, they sany
'God Bless America'.

On Monday the President was
going to Florida to read to children.
On Tuesday her returned to
Washington to protect our
children.

On Monday we had families.
On Tuesday we had orphans.

On Monday people went to
work as usual. On Tuesday they
died.

On Monday people were
fighting the 10 commandments on
government property. On Tuesday
the same people all said 'God help
us all' while thinking 'Thou shall not
kill.

It is sadly ironic how it takes
horrific events to place things into
prespective, but it has. The
lessons learned this week, the
things we have taken for granted,
the things that have been
forgetten or overlooked, hopefully
will never be forgetten again...

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9-11 CALL TO... 9-1-1 The CALL was placed. From EARTH and SKY Our HEROES raced.

We will FIGHT, We HEARD them say... As OTHERS folded Their hands to PRAY.

To those CRIES From up on HIGH... We have HEARD Was OUR reply.

Farewell BELOVED You FOUGHT well the FIGHT. We'll carry on the TORCH To dawn's early LIGHT.

Without WEAPONS, guns or swords, still YOU CONQUERED With your words.

Over the ENEMY We'll tower TALL... And VOW TOGETHER To see THEM FALL!

Those filled with HATE And CYNICISM, Fanned brighter our love's FIRE For COUNTRY and PATRIOTISM.

FUELED stronger our HOPE, FAITH and SOLIDARITY-- NEVER will we surrender-- Love for GOD or our LIBERTY.

And when the DUST of WAR is SETTLED, and SOOT to purer AIR has given way-- We'll rejoice to see OLD GLORY is still WAVING in our GREAT U.S.A.!

(Author unknown) Jump back to selection list IN MEMORY OF
By Tom Steadman
It was a warm September morning
When the planes descended without warning
We stood and stared and many cried
As in an instant thousands died
What did they do to deserve this fate
their sins could not have been that great

As the building burned out of control
Many brave Americans looked deep within their souls
They couldn't stand by while people were dying
They couldn't stand there with out even trying
Without regard to their own well being
New York's bravest we all were seeing

The towers did fall, many lost their lives
My thoughts go out to the husbands, children, and wives
No finer people we'll ever come to know
As a country we've been dealt a serious blow
I wouldn't want to be in any parents place
When it's the tears of a child that they must face

Your parent died for what they believed in
It is as a nation that we will all grieve them
We will keep them in our hearts and in our prayers
All of the ones who had ran up those stairs
They died as hero's, each one and all
And now it is they that Heaven does call

Oh littlest one lest not you forget
How forever we will all be in their debt
Some day you will grow up and you will see
It is they who we all should strive to be
And although these words may not ease your sorrow
I pray you will feel better with each tomorrow