9-11 remembered

It just so happens that today is a Tuesday just like six years ago. I think all of us remember exactly what we were doing when we saw the towers hit by the planes, or heard of it. It's hard to describe what I felt that day, I wondered if this continent would be plunged into war, would we lose all the freedoms we enjoy.

My friend and I had planned a trip from Ohio to Toronto to watch the Indians play the Blue Jays that weekend. We were looking forward to a nice ballgame, and a little competitive conversation along with a trip to a spectacular city. Instead we weren't sure if we could make the trip, after all the game was canceled, and the boarder was closed for a few days. I think that in a small way showed me what the terrorists were capable of taking away from us, an afternoon at the ballpark. We made the trip even though we couldn't go to the game. It was my way of being defiant in that these terrorists were not going to scare me away from living my life.

Our lives will never be the same after this tragedy, We must never forget those people who lost there lives that day, just going about their business. In the Towers, the Firemen as they performed their duties, the people in the Pentagon, and the people on the planes just trying to go from one place to another. They took away many of our freedoms in the form of higher security, which we now require because of these acts, what they can't do is take away our spirit!

Tonight as everybody checks out all the games remember what we lost that day, and the privlages you still have, including a night at the ballpark.

Whispers of Nine Eleven by Timothy House

Can you hear the whispers from back on Nine Eleven?
the day 4 swords created so much devastation

Do you hear the cries from New York?
can you feel the kisses from loved ones, on this day, never returned from work

Can you hear the sound of steel, and glass as it breaks?
do you remember the debris falling, just like snow flakes

Do you remember me? I was in the towers that plunged to the ground
just one of the many, that will never be found

Can you hear the footsteps in Washington ?
rushing to the fractured side, of the Pentagon

Can you hear the famous words of a hero?
let's roll

Can you hear their voices, as they take the plane down?
away from the target, crashing it into the ground

Just a plain field in the Pennsylvania hills
where all these new soldiers were to be killed

Many a hero were made that day
like all the Firemen that passed away

So came the terrorists that stabbed our hearts
and in the middle of New York city lies the scar

So this day is upon us once again
do we remember those voices that carry across the wind

Those whispers that crash through our souls, as loud as thunder
as loud as those 4 planes that plundered

What do these whispers says to us
don't give in, move on, we must

But never forget what has happened here
don't forget our pain, and tears

From this yesterday gone by
the day 4 swords pierced the heart of a nation, from the sky

Hear these whispers in the wind
the voices from back on Nine Eleven