9/11 TRIBUTE: MY FELLOW AMERICANS REPUBLICANS & DEMOCRATS UNITE!!!

I wrote a letter which I posted at another website that makes this Tribute all the more understood, you will find it at the bottom of this blog.

Who Am I
By Kimberly Dunne

I am no one special.

I’m the little boy that gives up his favorite teddy bear so that a stranger might be comforted.

I’m the single mother who has been trying to teach her child to sleep in their own bed, who holds them tight long into the night, thanking God it wasn’t her child that died.

I’m the old man, angry and resentful that his military doesn’t want him because of his age.

I’m the teenage girl that spends hours cutting ribbons for others to wear as a symbol of remembrance.

I’m the young man who doesn’t understand why his father was running up the stairs as the building fell, trying to save just one more person, instead of saving himself.

I’m the old woman who will never see her grandchild again.

I’m the little girl, playing with her doll, who can’t understand when someone screams hateful things at her because of where her family is from.

I’m the police officer, trying to keep idiotic reporters safe, when his wife is still among the missing.

I’m the fire fighter that called in sick that day, only to discover that someone else died in his place.

I’m the man who survived the falling building only to learn that his sister and baby niece were in the plane.

I’m the secretary, angered by the seemingly callous response of those around her.

I’m a spelunker, who is climbing down into the remains of a building, hoping to find someone still alive.

I’m the dog handler, searching for bodies, that has to comfort my animal when only death remains.

I’m the woman who stands in line for five hours in order to give blood, hoping to help strangers in need.

I’m the man who gets up and goes to work every day, in spite of the tragedy, because he still has a family to feed.

I’m the first passenger to get back on a plane, even though I’m terrified, because I know somebody has to be first.

Who am I?

I’m nobody special.

I’m just an American.

I Am The Flag

I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world’s tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America’s halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident. I am arrogant. I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one! I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped – I am saluted.
I am loved – I am revered. I am respected – and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest,
Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy, Guam. Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam.
I was there. I led my troops,
I was dirty, battleworn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me
And I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country.
And when it’s by those whom I’ve served in battle-it hurts.
But I shall overcome – for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted
frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of America’s finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at
the grave of their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY
LONG MAY I WAVE.

DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN:
LONG MAY I WAVE

Dr. Suess For The Soul
“The Binch” By Rob Suggs

Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don’t ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
“They’re doing their business,” he snarled from his perch.
“They’re raising their families! They’re going to church!
They’re leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S’s and U’s from surviving!”
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U’s and the S’s,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They’d go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,

And then they’d do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they’d sing Uville’s anthem, “God bless us! God bless!”
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they’d stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

“I must stop that singing,” Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea–an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
“They’ll wake to disaster!” he snickered, so sour,
“And how can they sing when they can’t find a tower?”

The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow–
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing…
And he couldn’t believe it–they started to sing!

He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN’T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can’t smash the towers we hold deep inside.

So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we’ll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It’s more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!

ONE
Written by Cheryl Sawyer

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 heros
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 United.
We are America.

If I Knew

If I knew it would be the last time
That I’d see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
And pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
That I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
And call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
So I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
To stop and say “I love you,”
Instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,
So I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there’s always tomorrow
To make up for an oversight,
And we always get a second chance
To make everything just right.

There will always be another day
To say “I love you,”
And certainly there’s another chance
To say our “Anything I can do?”

But just in case I might be wrong,
And today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
Young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
You get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
You’ll surely regret the day,

That you didn’t take that extra time
For a smile, a hug, or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone,
What turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
And whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
And that you’ll always hold them dear

Take time to say “I’m sorry,”
“Please forgive me,” “Thank you,” or “It’s okay.”
And if tomorrow never comes,
You’ll have no regrets about today.

Author Unknown

Dedicated for September 11th, 2001

“The United States is under attack” was all I could hear
On the radio and TV, now the nation was in fear.
The bystanders looking pointing above their heads
Family members calling in hopes loved ones weren’t dead.
Sirens started blaring, cries were certainly heard
“Oh my God” was the consensus of American words.
Tears started pouring as the television showed the world
The second plane hitting, more like it hurled.

Terrorist attacked in hopes to put us in despair
Pearl Harbor is the only attack for US to compare
The tragedy, the lives lost with no remorse.
Al-Quida received our attention from using blunt force.
After what seemed like forever, the towers started to fall.
People started running, the cameras caught it all.
I remember desperate acts of people falling to their death
I sat in my living room crying, just holding my breath.

“How could this happen, I don’t understand
Who could be bold enough to touch on our land?”
I couldn’t conceive of the actions taking place
I couldn’t imagine the people that were lost that couldn’t be replaced.
I thought of our Navy and armed forces making things right
But death could reach my life in their retaliating fight.

The city was covered in dust and smoke
It was so bad you could hear the reporters even choke.
The blanket filled the air and Ground Zero slowly emerged
Those that were inside and heroes that went in were now submerged
Under the drywall, concrete, office supplies and parts of planes
Many will have death of a parent and loved one to explain
To children that were left behind on September 11, 2001
The rebuilding of our Nation has now begun.

Family members gathered, loved ones soon came
To Ground Zero wishing to some how reclaim
That morning, that afternoon, all those days to follow
All the events of America were very hard to swallow.
But we got together and lit a candle, strength in the flame
We stood together with one thing to proclaim
The US isn’t falling, we will stand our ground
And when you awoke the next morning patriotism was found.

Flags were flying high on houses across the states
In cars, on buses, on clothes, on anything we could create.
The building may have fallen, but the foundation didn’t break
Those that attacked us soon found that mistake.
We as a nation stood as one on that tragic day
And that is how we as a Nation should stay.

All Gave Some Some Gave All

ARE YOU GUYS READY?

LETS ROLL!!

Hello everyone,

This is Texas Turtle once again and not my boyfriend (domestic partner) Texas Pony. I still can’t get registered for some reason so please forgive me coming in this way. In case you have forgotten who I am I will give you a quick run down once more. I am a former Navy Seal and then Firefighter/EMT, though I no longer do that job as I couldn’t bear dealing with the kiddos anymore. Seeing their torn bodies in cars or abuse they suffer at someone’s hand.

Anyway I digress, before I do get started I would like to apologize up front to anyone who by the end of this is offended and especially to Murphy if it seems I high jacked anything as neither is my intent, so here goes…

*Sigh*

My fellow Americans (You will understand why I call everyone that in short order); I come to you tonight broken hearted. I do not see any Liberals, Conservatives, Democrats, Republicans, Independents, and Pumas here today/tonight. I don’t see red, yellow, black, white, purple, green, pink, any color, race, religion, gender, or sex. I come to you as Americans.

September 11th is close at hand, please, PLEASE bear with me, do not go away. I am not here to talk about war, or use the blame game. I am here as I said broken hearted. I am thirty five years old and this is the worst election I have seen in my entire life. While many of you are probably older and can remember many others I will tell you I am a very well read person who loves History and knows quit a bit. Damn, I’m sorry I am digressing again. I may wonder from time to time as I am so emotional right now.

As I was saying this is the worst I have ever seen and in my belief the worst in history. September 11th brought this nation closer than we have even been before, I dare say even more than Pearl Harbor. All of us then as I am doing now didn’t see any of what I mentioned above, what we saw were Americans. We all bled Red, White, and Blue that day. We stood shoulder to shoulder in solidarity. Now seven years later as we come up to that date I don’t think we have been more separated as a country than we currently find ourselves today. As the years have passed we have lost more and more of the spirit we found on that horrible day.

Today we see everything, Liberals, Conservatives, Democrat, Republican, red, yellow, black, white, blue, purple, green, pink, and every color in between. We see each race, religion, gender, and sex. I will admit that I am very guilty of this myself. It is the Civil War all over again. North against South, brother against brother, so forth and so on. I painfully wonder how we have gotten here and sunken this low. The world watched us very carefully that day to see what would happen. We showed the world we were first and foremost AMERICANS and we stood UNITED.

Ladies and Gentlemen the world is watching again, very closely once more. They are watching us and this election. We; all of us have failed; we have failed as a Nation. We are divided; we have been and are tearing each other and this Nation apart. In this way even though it is seven years later and not as soon as they would have liked, we have given the terrorists exactly what they wanted; we are today as a nation divided, thus allowing the terrorists to win, if not by their actual deed, then in principal.

It seems to me on September 11th we only go through the motions, nothing more, nothing less. On that day and several weeks to follow seven years ago you couldn’t buy a flag to save your soul as they flew out of stores, while internet sites had warnings up they were out or backlogged weeks to months. I have a huge collection of books on Sept 11th the stories I have read and what I saw on TV during that time and weeks to follow where nothing less of phenomenal.

We as a nation became heroes, in one town after a candle light vigil on the 12th as the Adults stood around after it ended wondering what they could do next the kids (ranging from 3 and up) answered that very question. They stood on one of the corners clutching their American flags jumping up and down screaming as passing cars, “Honk if you love America!” Cars all around began blaring horns, flashing headlights, or yelling back, “We do, we love America!” Those kids didn’t scream, “Honk if you’re Republican or honk if you’re Democrat. They screamed, “HONK IF YOU LOVE AMERICA!”

A couple from Arkansas upon seeing this greatest hour of need rented a U-Haul trailer, went to every last place in the town they lived and bought all the rakes and shovels there was to be bought. They drove non-stop save going to the bathroom, they packed food and switched out, but drove non stop to New York to Ground Zero to give their love. Their country had called and they had answered. They never asked when they bought those items from the owners of those stores if they were Republican or Democrat, nor did they when they handed them out.

A mother whose husband had lost his job and had been out of work for over two months, whose family was barely scraping by was asked by her six and eleven year olds why this happened, and a million other whys. Questions she couldn’t readily answer. After dropping her kids off to school their questions haunted her. While she was shopping at a Wal-Mart she found some red, white, and blue ribbon that cost a whole forty-four cents. She decided they could afford that, she bought it and made ribbons for her, her husband, and her kids. Her daughter pinned hers to her favorite teddy bear. Her mom thought she did so, so she wouldn’t lose it, she couldn’t have been further off. The girl then took her most precious teddy bear and handed it to her mom asking, “Can we send him to New York?” Her mom got tears in her eyes and said “Yes we can do that.” Later that night while she lay in bed she had an idea and Operation Teddy Bear was born. I’m sure you seen this as it made National News. They ended up sending over one thousand bears and never once did anyone ask if the receiver was Republican or Democrat.

After the civil war had ended, it seems that Columbia, South Carolina was still struggling to recover from the devastation of that war. The New York Firemen’s Association heard the city was still using bucket brigades to fight fires. The New Yorkers, many of them former Union soldiers took up a collection to buy Columbia a fire wagon. That wagon was lost (destroyed) during shipment, so they took up another collection. Former Confederate Col. Samuel Melton was so overwhelmed that he promised on behalf of South Carolina’s Capital to someday return the favor, “should misfortune ever befall the Empire City.”

When middle school students from White Knoll found out about this 134 year old debt they began in earnest to pay it back. They raised $447,265.00 to present to New York’s mayor. That covered the cost of one $350,000.00 truck/engine and a little to spare to buy whatever else the fire dept. needed. While all the adults asked how much does it cost, the kid’s only concern was who was going to get to drive it. Those kids raised that money, kids. They repaid that debt and kept their states promise. They never asked if the people getting it were Democrat or Republican. They cared because they were Americans, they owed a debt, a promise needed kept, and their country called.

How many of us emptied our wallets, checked on neighbors, gave blood, stood in line longer and was a lot more patient with everyone, and how many of you asked who you we helping or being patient with, or checking on, how many of you asked if they were Republican or Democrat? I could go on and on, but let me ask you. How many of you have heard stories or witnessed them, how many of you have your own stories?

I am now misting up I’m so broken up by all this, how selfish we have become, how divided. Well I’m sorry, I can’t do it anymore. Actually I refuse to. I won’t bash my candidate’s opponent anymore. I know we have to have elections and I know they has to be a winner and a loser, but I won’t be party to tearing this country, this nation I love so much apart anymore. A nation I have bled for, cried for, sweated for, and killed for. I would ask all of you for only two things if I might be so bold.

On 9-11 don’t just go through the motions be a part of that day. Put bickering, party, race, color, religion, all of it aside for the entire day. Fly your colors (red, white, and blue); check on your neighbor, being more patient that day. Show the world once again that we are united once more. Even if for just one day.

Under this exact letter on my blog (link below) I have put up a few items for all Americans and to show unity once more. The second thing I would ask is this, if you have a blog or website to copy and paste this letter and link to your own blog or website, or even email it to your friends. I am striving for us to be united once more on 9-11, just for the day. I have placed this here so early in hopes this will draw as much attention as possible leading up to and the day of 9-11. I just want us to get along for one day, like we did seven years ago. If you believe in what I have stated or asked please show your support by commenting on my blog under this post by following the link provided.

Please let us show the world once again we are united I’m asking; no even as a man and former Seal, I’m begging you. Please don’t let me down, please show me we’re still good.

Good bless each and every one of you, God bless America our great nation.

I Love you one and all; MY FELLOW AMERICANS!

Texas Turtle

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~ by Digory Kirke on September 7, 2008.

5 Responses to “9/11 TRIBUTE: MY FELLOW AMERICANS REPUBLICANS & DEMOCRATS UNITE!!!”

  1. Amen. And God Bless America.

  2. In all humility, thank you for posting this; I too am guilty of forgetting sometimes and identifying enemies by party affiliation and that’s just not right. We are all brothers and sisters together here and all of us are just going through each day, hopefully doing the best that we can and hoping for a good result.

    Thank you for the wonderful reminder. My parents lived during the time that Pearl Harbor was attacked, but even that pales when compared to 9-11 where so many innocents lost their lives by such acts of cowardice.

    We should never forget and you are so right, we should be united. This is, after all, the “United” States of America.

  3. […] September 9, 2008 by texaspony Via Turtle […]

  4. The Tolling of Firehouse Bells

    The bells in firehouses throughout New York
    Echoed in harmony that morn
    Calling our brothers to the fight of their lives
    Fulfilling the duty they’d sworn

    All those who responded carry the scars
    Some physical, and some not
    Three-hundred-forty-three of whom never returned
    More broken, yet all but forgot

    So today as we gather in solemn remembrance
    For those brothers who gave all
    We also remember those men who returned
    Who too, answered the call

    Some brothers are wracked by survivor’s guilt
    Some continue to ask why
    Why they were spared the horror of that fate
    Why they weren’t destined to die

    And in the midst of vast despair and destruction
    Beyond comprehension in its scope
    It was a picture of three firefighters raising a flag
    That gave America hope

    Firemen everywhere walked a little taller
    Though hearts heavy with pain
    This country leaned on the strength of these heroes
    To help it stand tall once again

    Neither firefighter nor civilian should ever forget
    How helpless we felt that day
    I fear if we succeed in softening these horrors
    Our determination will fade away

    As firefighters we could never be the same
    Changed forever that morning
    It’s our duty to keep these memories alive
    So that others heed the warning

    They echo still, those firehouse bells
    Every day in our great nation
    Calling firemen to the scene of yet other tragedy
    Which depends on our dedication

    Lt. Tom Kenney
    Providence Fire Department

    written for 7th Anniversary Memorial Service for 9/11 at Providence Public Safety Complex 9/11/08.

  5. I have made it a point to read your blog. It is so very moving on this days of all days. I, too, wish Americans were united every day as we were on that day. Wonderful post. May God Bless us all today and every day.

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