http://www.victimphotos.com/texts/ God Bless The Families Valerie Hartman (Jamison, PA) (sent 9-15-01) GOD BLESS THE MOMMY WHO WAITS FOR HER SON. THE BOY WHO BATTLES FOR HIS LIFE BUT HAS NOT WON. GOD BLESS THE DADDY WHO WAITS FOR HIS DAUGHTER. THE GIRL CAUGHT AT WORK WHO WAS PART OF THE SLAUGHTER. GOD BLESS THE SON WHO WAITS FOR HIS DAD. THE MAN WHO'S LAST WORDS WERE,"SON, DON'T BE MAD." GOD BLESS THE DAUGHTERS WHO WAIT FOR THEIR MOTHERS. THE LADY WHO PUTS HERSELF LAST BEFORE THE OTHERS. GOD BLESS THE WIFE WHO WAITS FOR HER TRUE LOVE. THE ONE GOD HAS TAKEN TO LIVE UP ABOVE. GOD BLESS THE HUSBAND WHO WAITS FOR HIS WIFE. THE ONE ON THE PLANE WHO LOST HER LIFE. GOD BLESS THE FAMILIES & VICTIMS OF SEPTEMBER ELEVEN. PLEASE GOD TAKE CARE OF THEM IN HEAVEN. THE END? WRITTEN AFTER I ATTENDED 5:30 MASS AT ST. PATRICK'S IN MANHATTAN ON 9/11/01. God Bless America (Old Glory) Kevin J. Labresh, 16 (sent 9-15-01) 8:45 a.m., the morning routine is broken by shattering glass and the deafening sound of explosions, thousands are sent into a state of confusion and terror, as their peaceful world has been changed. friends and co workers are separated, mothers are torn from their babies, some break down and cry as they try to wake up from this surreal nightmare. they do not know what has happened, they do not know what is to come. it happens again 15 minutes later. more explosions, more fire, more terror. they do not know anything, except that they must escape. there is pandemonium on the staircase. creaking turns to rumbling, the invincible has become vincible, and the towers collapse. some escape, many are trapped. they shout, wait, pray, and wonder if they will ever be found alive. <font size="3">Armageddon has come,</font size> the religious will pray, the brave will fight it, the weak will deny it. the evil forces have bonded together and penetrated the community. many rush to the site of the devastation, coming together to fight the evil and rescue their own. smoke and ash sweep over the scene, the people suffocate and choke, yet they push on. debris rains on them, some become trapped themselves. they choke back tears of grief and shock as they come across the bodies. but this does not stop them. hours go by, and they become weary. they begin to picture life without those they loved. many have spouses, children, perhaps newborn babies trapped, yet they cannot reach them. the evil appears to be unbeatable, they break down with despair and curse it, and curse themselves for not being able to comfort their beloved, or kiss them goodbye. just as all looks hopeless, a figure rises out of the destruction. she stands tall, proud, and unflinching. one person saw, then another, and another. tears came to their eyes, their spirits were lifted. nearby observers noticed as well, even the people watching this on tv felt the presence. the people, their spirits renewed, gave shouts of hope and determination, and they rushed back into the battle. everyone was in awe of this beautiful figure, at how her presence changed everything. she gave the message of strength, of hope, the message that GOOD WILL PREVAIL! while the morale of the people had been low, not even the strongest evil could bring her down that day. as long as she stood, there would be victory for us that day. her presence ties us all together, creates an inseparable bond that no force on earth could ever break. it took over a dozen unaware terrorists with airplanes to make us realize her power. now they are dead and WE ARE UNITED! people of all race, religion, and gender who pledge allegiance to her will be forever united and victorious in the face of evil. her name - Old Glory God bless her. -Kevin J. Labresh, 16- The Day We Became One Colleen McNab (sent 9-15-01) September 11, 2001 THE DAY WE BECAME ONE… The day started out as many days do, We all went about our day, as nothing was new. The news rang out shortly after eight, Our hearts all stopped as we stood by to wait. Waiting for the news of what would happen now. Waiting to find out what-who-how. The attack on the towers, seemed too much to take, But the shock would not stop there, as we watched the Pentagon our hearts began to ache. In a few short hours our world was turned upside down, The news that we were being attacked rang out from town to town. We all tuned in to hear all the tragedy, And watched New York City come together in unity. They began the strength for all of us to keep our heads held high. To reach out for our fellow man. ~ To look up to the sky. We watched them as they suffered, we watched them face their fears, We watched them say good-bye, we watched them shed their tears. This county is large, some say too big for our own good. This country holds a prayer – that not all of us understood. The Prayer that we cry out now as our flag stands tall, "One Nation Under God…with liberty and justice for all. Maybe it is a prayer that we can now understand, As we take a stand now for our forefathers land. So rise up all Americans let’s spread the word nation wide, We may have been knocked down, but you can not take our pride. How do we want to remember all that occurred on this tragic day? This is what I would like for us to rise up and say… Let’s remember this day as… THE DAY WE BECAME ONE… ONE NATION UNDER GOD! By: Colleen McNab Thanks to moderator, DREAMBOAT, at Tech Support Guy forums for sending the site address to me. I felt that I should share it with everyone here at Sciforums. http://www.victimphotos.com/texts/ Any poets here???????
WHO ARE THE BAD MEN MOMMY? Hold on tight baby, hold tight to mommy We're not quite sure what the bad men want right now. Just stay close to me at the back of the plane Hold on tight. we'll be fine we'll get through this somehow Now what do I say to a four year old child 'bout the hell, and the madness we're in And the people so faithful they'll die for their god Taking innocent children... strange concept of sin All thoughts are gone now, a beautiful light Which surropund us and keeps us from fear And all feeling of helplessness, sorrow and hate Like old shadows have all disappeared We run free
