Letters and Thoughts
May even one of these articles, one thought affect your
life.
| When The Skies Fell Silent by Anthony James Donnelly |
Several weeks have passed since all of our worlds were shattered by the events of Tuesday, September the eleventh, two thousand and one. Some of us have been able to return , relativley, to the normal events of our lives, while others are still in unspeakable pain and anguish, as they will be for a countless time.
Just as in any great tragedy, the constant awareness of the pain and loss diminishes with time. This is the natural healing and survival installed in each human being. While it may appear callous to some, moving on is the way of life and the living of it. We must move on, and carry the memory and honour of those lost with us. Indeed, what an injustice to their deaths if we did not!
With every lesson learned, with every failure in life, the shame and the loss is always that if we do not learn from the it, then we have, indeed, lost as well. The lessons from September 11th are numerous.
We learned that we have become too generous of a country, too passive, too relaxed and too vulnerable. Does not this happen when adversaries have been quiet and inactive?
We learned we were not a country prepared for an outside attack, let alone instantly ready for changes needed to respond? Does not this happen when 'red tape' and diplomats rule over logic, practicality and simple leadership?
We learned a world of united compassion, strength is in numbers and responsive support from those all over the globe, our world, our planet. Does this not happen when injustice strikes innocents with the venom of hatred as it has?
We learned that the loss of a loved one, a family member, a friend and co-workers CAN happen to us. We learned that each parting may be our last. Does this not happen, each time, after the loss?
When I discovered "Anne Franks Diary" and the events of World War II at the young age of twenty, the concentration camps, the indescribable acts that were committed, the pictures of pure disgust, I was in shock. But I could not let go. I researched everything I could, from the names of those responsible, their present location or fates, to the pictures of mankind rotting in a hell on earth. Then I realized. Someone has to remember. Someone has to try to feel their pain, shed tears. We need to feel the sorrow that permiates the soul, and to remember! Remember, remember, remember.
I was to the point where I could not bear to see another video, another newscast, another picture of an airplane flying into the World Trade Center. I could not read another description of what they felt happened on Flight 93. I wrote and wrote, trying to wrap my mind around such events, trying to place it in my own life, trying to move on. Yet, I needed to scream, to get on a soap box and tell everyone "LOOK! LOOK what has HAPPENED!" Then I remembered.
I made a page. A tribute to the events, the lost lives and loves, the devastated families, the phenominal horror and pain of September 11, 2001.
The photograph below is now my wallpaper on my computer and on my refigerator, in my car, in my wallet. I want to remember how I felt the first time I saw that photo, how I cried to think of those on board, unwilling being taken to a fate by hands of others, and how I blessed God that most of them could not have seen the buildings that loomed before them as their last moments passed in frozen time. This one picture, it's meaning and significance will be one one to never wear away for me.
I try to treat every day as it might just be my last. I try to treat everyone in my life like it might be their last day, to tell and show everyone in my life how much they mean to me. I want to look a the picture again, feel the tears and tell my love that how glad I am that he is alive. That I am alive. That we are together. I want to remember, next week, next month, next year.
I want to remember.
Lady Annne
September 20, 2001
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Beams of Blue
by Stephen J.Kierych (Skieluv)
I saw tonight the beams of blue,
From the distance I saw them, took on a different hue,
Blue Is for the Valor
Of so many brave women and men,
The other color I saw within the blue was the color of Grey,
For the thousands of souls we lost that day,
I won`t deny tears filled my eyes,
Tears of pride and tears of sorrow
Pride within me, as an American,
sorrow within me, for the surviving families,
From the World trade center, to the field in Pennsyvania,to the Pentagon,
With our strength, our fortitude, our desire,
Their memory, their souls, like us, will live on and on.
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September 11 changed me forever. All those lives gone in an instant..and in that instant my life took a turn. Like a flash I saw clearly who I am and all the abundance and opportunity of my life and my country. Priorities shifted. Whew ! Moses couldn't have gotten a bigger rush when the Red Sea parted. Every moment of my life hereafter will be a tiny prayer to those lives so suddenly gone. I give thanks for that great gift. It seems that all over America, we all woke up. Their souls are now watching over us and must know how much we honor their deaths. It's so good to have this appreciation in the aftermath of that unnameable horror. I don't think we have a word in our extensive language to describe the events of September 11. The joy has slowly returned. It's a celebration of life in defiance of the evil and in honor of our American dead....my joy in my life and my country till the day I die is my promise to those who are gone. Well, Anne on the run...the holidays are coming, enjoy it all.....it's so much sharper now, isn't it...the sense of life!
Jacqueline Wingfield (fishfairy@hotmail.com)
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September 11th 2001
by Cariss Frisch, aged 15
We all live
We all hope
We all wish
We all want tomorrow to be a better day
We all pray for life on this day of horror
Many die, many live
One plane hit, one year gone
For every survivor there are ten deaths
Second plane hit more deaths
First tower falling, smoke we see
Screams we hear loud and clear for now
Children, mothers, fathers, our loved ones running from death, for life
First tower is all rubbish dirt, steal, glass
a monument of our country standing tall gone in just moments
Second tower falling again screams even louder running faster further
Not all can reach a safety zone so death and, the devil fall upon them
D: Deliverance
E: Evil
A: Angels
T: Truth
H: Hurt
Why do people die we all die, but why?
To die you have to live each day only as it comes.
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Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannis port shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones, Knee deep in hell but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
Five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
Author unknown
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What a difference a day makes...
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 there were people were trying to separate each other by race, sex,
color and creed
On Tuesday they were all holding hands
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 re-learned what hero meant
On Monday people went to work at the world trade centers as usual
On Tuesday they died
On Monday people were fighting the ten commandments on government property
On Tuesday the same people all said 'God help us all' while thinking 'Thou
shall not kill'
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 picked up McDonalds for dinner
On Tuesday they stayed home
On Monday people were upset that their dry cleaning was not ready on time
On Tuesday they were lining up to give blood for the dying
On Monday politicians argued about budget surpluses
On Tuesday grief stricken they sang 'God Bless America'
On Monday we worried about the traffic and getting to work late
On Tuesday we worried about a plane crashing into your house or place of
business
On Monday we were irritated that our rebate checks had not arrived
On Tuesday we saw people celebrating people dying in the USA
On Monday the president was going to Florida to read to children
On Tuesday he returned to Washington to protect our children
On Monday some children had solid families
On Tuesday they were orphans
On Monday we e-mailed jokes
On Tuesday we did not
It is sadly ironic how it takes horrific events to place things into perspective, but it has. The lessons learned this week, the things we have taken for granted, the things that have been forgotten or overlooked, hopefully will never be forgotten again.
On Monday - pray and be thankful
On Tuesday - pray and be thankful
On Wednesday - pray and be thankful
On Thursday - pray and be thankful
On Friday - pray and be thankful
On Saturday - pray and be thankful
On Sunday - pray and be thankful
Author unknown
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As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the
burning building,
We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope,
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers fought their way
into the inferno,
We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss,
We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss,
We became one soul.
As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes,
We become one people.
We are
One color
One class
One generation
One gender
One faith
One language
One body
One family
One soul
One people
We are The Power of One.
We are United.
We are America.
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Dear Osama bin Laden, Yasser Arafat, and Sadam Hussein, et. al.,
We are pleased to announce that we unequivocally accept your challenge to an old-fashioned game of whoop-ass. Now that we understand the rule that there are no rules, we look forward to playing by them for the first time.
Since this game is a winner-take-all, we unfortunately are unable to invite you to join us at the victory celebration. But rest assured that we will toast you --
LITERALLY.
While we will admit that you are off to an impressive lead, it is however now our turn at the plate.
By the way, we will be playing on your court now.
Batter up.
Sincerely,
The 270,000,000 citizens of the United States of America
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WHEN THE SKIES FELL SILENT
Anthony James Donnelly (c) 2001
"Without freedom, there is no choice.
Without choice, there is no democracy.
Without democracy... there can be no peace."
It was an ordinary morning.
An ordinary morning where the birds sang their anthem, as the moon skulked
into the shadows.
The sun rose to sit upon her dawn throne and smile upon the Republic.
The animals of the night went to sleep.
The animals of the day stretched and yawned.
Like every other morning, children were sent off to school, and parents prepared
themselves for another day of work.
And there, above the New York horizon, just like every other morning, stood
the Twins, like brother and sister rubbing shoulders with the sky.
But, this was to be a morning like no other...
The free Republic was alive with activity.
Heads and eyes down.
Minds focused.
No time for idle distractions, there was work to be done.
Neighbors continued to ignore neighbors, just like previous mornings.
Workers rubbed shoulders, oblivious.
So caught up in the machine of life, nobody thought to stop and look.
And then it happened...
As if from nowhere, the skies exploded with pain.
A deafening boom of terror chilled the city air.
"What was that?" The people asked. "An explosion? A gas leak? A car accident?"
An eerie shadow crossed the sky, like a black cat, and they looked up.
One of the Twins was screaming with fire and coughing smoke.
They stared in disbelief. "What had happened?"
The people looked on agasp, as rescue workers rallied to save the Twin.
The smoke and flames from the tower bled with the sirens and screams.
Fire trucks, ambulances and rescue teams rushed to the scene.
Nobody really understood what was happening.
"A plane accident?" Some asked in disbelief.
As the emergency services and rescue teams heroically helped the victims
of the Twin, another shadow plunged from above.
A second steely bird bombed from the sky, cutting into the second Twin, as
if it were butter.
The Twin exploded in a fiery ball of stinging terror.
Flames ate the body of the tower, like hungry mouths.
Oppressive clouds of smoke eclipsed the sun.
Liked stunned sheep, the people fled in terror.
Beyond the noise of the city, the impossible news ripped like silent chainsaws
through the Republic. As if the world had stopped, the people tried to
comprehend.
"The World Trade Center... AND The Pentagon... AND... This cannot be!" The
people cried.
The Republic tried to awaken from this nightmare.
But the Twins continued to bleed smoke and flames.
This was no dream.
The shadows had struck the very heart of the Republic.
A terrorist act stabbing at freedom like a rusty knife.
Emergency agencies rushed to the attack scenes.
All flights were grounded.
The Nation was put on highest alert.
And, as the Twins of Democracy tumbled, the skies fell silent...
No vapor trails crisscrossed the clouds.
No roaring jet engines tore up the skies.
Like a terrible early fall of winter snow, the whole Republic fell silent.
Even the innocent children's laughter was blanketed by the evil shadow.
Even the birds were quiet and the wind held its breath in hushed expectation.
It was eerily quiet, like the world had been dipped into a bucket of ice.
The news blazed around the world as the media tried to come to terms with
these acts of terror.
"The once "untouchable" Republic had been attacked?" The world asked.
"Who would dare such a thing?"
Yet, somewhere in the world nations rejoiced.
As Democracy's flag burned in far off lands, a wave of red, white and blue
swept the Republic.
Flags appeared on houses, bridges and cars.
A sign of a unified Republic.
A Republic unafraid of the cowardly shadows of terror.
Night fell with no relief.
Heroes battled on beneath the plumes of Phoenix's bed, in a desperate race
to rescue survivors.
The casualties were high.
Fueled by grief and patriotic blood, they worked on, stopping only to shed
a tear at the great loss.
Behind closed doors, the powers of the Republic held council.
This had been an act of war.
But by whom?
They knew. Everybody knew. It was the shadows of terror. Cowards with only
a face of shame.
This wasn't about oil, or money, or power. This wasn't just about race, or
religion, or land any more.
This was about Democracy and the right of man to be free!
The following morning, the sun curtsied over the Republic as she sat upon
her throne. The birds sang at half-mast.
The animals were solemn.
Even the sun could not warm the people of the Republic.
Theirs hearts were reeling with a tornado of sorrow, hatred and loss.
A loss as large as the gaping void in the New York skyline.
A void filling with anger and revenge.
This morning, though, rather than faceless neighbors and silent trains, something
else happened.
Strangers shared each others loss with a friendly hug.
People talked.
As one heart combined, the people of the city shared the loss of the Twins
and their loved ones.
The Republic was uniting under a flag of freedom and love.
Through sleepless nights, a coalition against terrorism was formed.
A democratic boot of unity to stomp upon the enemies of freedom.
The shadows would have no cracks or rocks to hide beneath.
A united force for peace was formed.
Days and weeks passed, but the people wanted action.
They had given blood.
They had given aid.
Many had given their lives.
The world watched and waited to see what the Republic would do, as the alliance
strengthened and planned.
As the sun shone on the twenty-sixth day, the rage of the alliance rocketed
down on the shadows.
Another war, a war against terrorism, had begun.
Hopefully this would be the war to end all wars.
The people of the world watched on.
Mothers held their children just that little bit tighter.
Fathers opened the "window" of family time just that little bit wider.
Everybody hoped for peace.
But everybody knew tomorrow would never be the same again...
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The events of the September 11, 2001 have rocked the entire world. The tragedy, horror and devastation can never be accurately described. The incredible stream of articles, email, and pictures saturate our airways, our computers, our televisions, and our lives.
The effects? Countless. We struggle to wrap our minds around a catastrophe of this dimension, to assimilate it into our world as we try to carry on with our lives. So many aspects to discuss, theorize, juggle and balance.
As time persists, as the days continue, as life's normal activities resume, the impact of this day will progressively lessen in all our lives. The horror, the devastation, the helplessness, as well as the anger will take it's inescapable place in our memories, both for those who witnessed the tragedy from afar as well as those whose lives were forever fractured by the despicable acts that took place on that day. This is the natural, human progression of survival.
Like all disasters and catastrophes, one of the positive consequences is the instant eruption of human kindness and service. Another is the shocking awareness of our vulnerabilities. Unfortunately, both of these aspects are soon to fade away, returning to the mundane attitudes so prevalent today.
It is times like these that we become so fully aware, even briefly, how unprepared we were for such a calamity. Hindsight, while being incredibly powerful and wise, is also terribly short lived. Only after four commercial airplanes are simultaneously hijacked, three vital buildings destroyed and countless lives stolen from us, can we see the gaps in security, from airport procedures to the amount of time it took our country to react with border shut downs. Preparedness takes on an entirely new meaning and viewpoint, nationally and personally, both from a physical and emotional standpoint.
The aftermath of disaster includes our reassessment that this has happened to some one else, not to ourselves, as we continue on with our lives. Again, this week a massive tribulation has occurred to thousands in our country, as it has so many times in the past, from earthquakes to senseless murders, shooting sprees in McDonalds and in our schools. How many times must something of this magnitude occur before we realize it could happen to us? How prepared would we be?
One other aspect lingers heavily in my heart and mind. Every day, as I drop my daughter off for school or say goodbye to my son as he leaves my home, I try to remember not to take their presence for granted with a casual or hurried send off. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have lost my beloved father only after we had reached a point in our lives where the only thing left unsaid was "I love you" again. Since then, I make sure I keep everyone in my life aware of my love for them as often as awareness and memory allows. In the case of any disaster where loved ones are lost, regret would certainly be an additional burden that could be prevented. How prepared are you to face this kind of loss?
Pray we all, individually, have the strength to guide those who depend on us with wisdom, patience, understanding, truth and love. Pray our leaders are capable of fair, moral, sane and rational justice. Pray the world remembers the absolute horror of wars past. Pray mankind finds an end to terrorism, hatred and violence.
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While there are not many occasions for so many citizens to honour and display our national flag , this particular event has brought about literally millions of flags. They appear through out neighborhoods, on stores, buildings, front porches, vehicle windows and antennas. One cannot help but feel the universal support of our nation. It has brought more than one article and gentle reminder of the etiquette many of us have not had the chance to learn concerning our flag.
The flag is to be treated with the utmost consideration and care at all times.
(This is a sacred article, troups. Even to those who wore flag clothing in
the 70's.)
The flag is to never touch the ground. Any flag that touches the ground, water, debris or soil (excluding indoor floors) is to be burnt.
The flag is to be displayed at night only when it is spotlighted.
The flag is not to be flown in incremental weather unless it is of all-weather fabric.
The flag is to be displayed with the blue canton (or union) to the top left, regardless of whether it is hung horizontally or vertically.
The flag is to be flown respectfully and always free, not tacked to a tree or a fence.
The flag is to be folded away in thirteen folds.This is the standard military fold. Fold twice length wise and folded in a triangle starting with the striped end.
When flown with another flag, the national flag is always flown highest or to the left of another flag.
Flying the flag upside down flag is for a signal of distress only.
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Performed By: Victoria Williams
Written By: David Williams & Marvin Etzioni
From the Album: Swing the Statue p & c 1990 Rough Trade Records
I'm going to live my life
Like every day's my last
Without a simple goodbye
It all goes by so fast
And now that you're gone
I can't cry hard enough
No I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now
I'm going to open my eyes
And see for the first time
I've let go of you like
A child letting go of his kite
There it goes up in the sky
There it goes beyond the clouds
For no reason why
I can't cry hard enough
No I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now
I'm going to look back in vain
And see you standing there
When all that remains
Is just an empty chair
And now that you're gone
I can't cry hard enough
No I can't cry hard enough
For you to hear me now
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Jason Power's Letter, the Creator of the "Can't Cry Enough" Website
Dear Friends,
I hope everyone is holding up in these disturbing, confusing times. September 11th's events still weigh heavy on my heart, though not nearly as heavy as one's directly affected by these tragic acts. I am alive. My family is alive. My friends are alive. Alive to witness the aftermath of terrorist attacks. After browsing the news articles, along with all the unbelievable photos, I had been brought to tears a number of times. I felt compelled to do something. So, I did what artists do with their emotions and energy: create. I spent 3 days in front of my computer screen putting together a tribute to the victims of September 11. My intention is that this tribute might express a feeling that so many of us are coping with right now, be a release for sorrow, and most importantly, offer hope in this time of need.
When I was alone in my apartment working on this tribute, I had no idea how far it would reach, and how many lives it would touch. The initial mailing of the link was sent only to 25 people. Since then, over 1,000,000 people have viewed it! It is true that we are not alone in this world. It is true that one person can make a difference; for evil or good.
When the crying is over, action will be needed. I pray our actions would make a difference for good.
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It's September 11, 2002. The newspapers are full of articles that strike fear in our hearts, the telly plays tributes all day. IF we look at them. IF we don't quickly acknowledge that yes, 911 happened, but today I have other things to do. You might see an article in the SF Examiner that states authorities fear an attack is emminent in the bay. You wonder about whether the trip to see Alcatraz should be post poned. You wonder if there is simply a great deal of panic and paranoia floating about. You truly wonder if the authorities know what the heck they are doing. You wonder if any one could, given the circumstances. You do your daily chores, your go about your daily activities.
What about September 11, 2001? What if? What if???? What if it is San Francisco this time? What if the attack kills hundreds of thousands or millions this time? What if it's YOU this time?
Someone suggested that a perfect time would be the fourth of July, just around the corner. Across the nation, millions upon millions of families will be setting off fireworks with their loved ones. What if the firework factories were compromised last year before anyone had thought of tighter security? What if the fireworks killed who ever set them off? Go a step farther. What if something was in the fireworks that floated through the air and killed hundreds in minutes?
This is certainly not meant to be overly paranoid but food for thought. We simply aren't as safe as we would like to believe, and as ALWAYS, we have learned to relax and live life as it was "before." PLEASE remain alert and be aware that all of our days may be numbered much shorter that we ever dreamed. Ask the families of those lost on September 11th. Ask them how changed their lives are, how their priorities changed, how they live their daily lives now compared to September 10th.
We may not be able to prevent what might happen, but we CAN control our own lives and how we live them TODAY.
Yes, we, the United States of America were attacked. Yes, it was the largest attack on this soil by another country. Yes, we lost hundreds. Thousands. Yes, it was senseless. Yes, it was based on hatred and what appears to be an irrational belief in a God we can't relate to. But it happened. It has happened to other countries, more times than anyone cares to count or acknowledge.
Everything happens for a reason. We may not understand it, but everything happens for a reason, whether you believe in God or not. So what has changed as a result of the eleventh? Perhaps change IS the largest purpose of this day.
Intense patriotism now swirls about our country. Many, many people now live their lives in more loving fashion, living each day to it's fullest. Our country's security is increased, something that should have happened a long, long time ago. Hundreds of people are examining their lives and their beliefs.
What changed for you?
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The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
To the victims of this tragedy, to their families, friends
and loved ones.
To the survivors, the firefighters, the police, the
volunteers.
To those who help without reservation, to those who lost
their lives doing so.
To those who still help and pray around the world.
God bless you and keep you forever.
Pray without ceasing.
Pray we find peace.
Pray we find the strength to carry on.
Pray we find an end to destruction, terrorism, hatred and evil.
Pray we remember the anquish of this day and keep love in our hearts for
all daily.
Pray the world unites as it has this day, forever.
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