"America Under Attack"

God Bless The USA

If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life,
And I had to start again with just my children and my wife,
I'd thank my lucky stars to be living here today,
'Cause the flag still stands for freedom, and they can't take that away.

And I'm proud to be an American,
Where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died,
Who gave that right to me,
And I'll gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt, I love this land
God bless the USA.

From the lakes of Minnesota to the hills of Tennessee,
Across the plains of Texas, from sea to shining sea,
From Detroit down to Houston, and New York to L.A.
Well, there's pride in every American heart, and it's time we stand and say,

And I'm proud to be an American,
Where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died,
Who gave that right to me,
And I'll gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt, I love this land,
God bless the USA.

Song & Lyrics By: Lee Greenwood

"The Creation of the Fire Fighter"
When the Lord was creating fire fighters, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one." And the Lord said,
"Have you read the specification on this person? Fire fighters have to be able
to go for hours fighting fires or tending to a person that the usual everyday person would never touch,
while putting in the back of their minds the circumstances. They have to be able to
move at a second's notice and not think twice of what they are about to do, no matter what danger.
They have to be in top physical condition at all times, running on half-eaten meals, and they must have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord,
"it's the three pairs of eyes a fire fighter has to have." "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair to see through the fire and where they and their
fellow fire fighters should fight the fire next. Another pair here in the side of the head to see their fellow fire
fighters and keep them safe. And another pair of eyes in the front
so that they can look for the victims caught in the fire who need their help."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can carry
a 250-pound man down a flight of stairs to safety from a burning building,
and can feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled the model of the fire fighter very slowly, "Can it think?" "You bet," said the Lord.
"They can tell you the elements of a hundred fires and can recite
procedures in their sleep that are needed to care for a person until they reach the hospital.
And all the while they have to keep their wits about them.
Fire fighters also have phenomenal personal control.
They can deal with a scene full of pain and hurt, coaxing a child's mother
into letting go of the child so that they can care for the child in need.
And still they rarely get the recognition for a job well done from anybody, other than from fellow fire fighters."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the fire fighter.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "Lord, it's a tear.
What's the tear for?" "It's a tear from bottled-up emotions for fallen comrades.
A tear for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag.
It's a tear for all the pain and suffering they have encountered.
And it's a tear for their commitment to caring for and saving lives of their fellow man!"
"What a wonderful feature. Lord, you're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't put it there."

~Author Unknown~

Something To Make You Wonder...

The date of the attack: 9/11.....9+1+1 =11

September 11th is the 254th day of the year: 2+5+4 =11

After September 11th there are 111 days left to the end of the year.

119 is the area code to Iraq/Iran. 1+1+9 =11

Twin Towers..standing side by side, looks like the number 11

The first plane to hit the towers was Flight 11

But wait......There's more....

State of New York...The 11th State added to the Union

New York City....11 Letters

Afghanistan....11 Letters

The Pentagon....11 Letters

Ramzi Yousef....11 Letters (convicted of orchestrating the attack on the WTC in 1993)

Flight 11...92 on board...9+2 =11

Flight 77...65 on board...6+5 =11

When we have an emergency we call 9-1-1

A bibical reference to both the 9 and 11:

9 is the number for "judgement"
11 is the number for "disorder, disorganization"

This reference can be found in a book called, "Number In Scripture"
By: E.W. Bullinger.

Police Officer Antonio J. Rodrigues
Body Recovered
35 Years Of Age
1 Year Port Authority P.D. Service
Port Authority Bus Terminal Command

9/11
A haunting memory
Of such a fatal day
Heart bleeds internally
A mixture of anguish

Unlike another
Tears streaming wildly
Muffled screams of horror
Unbelievable visions

A world crashing down
In my womb life grows
Depression befalls me
Lost forever -- trapped

No possible escape
Blood of my blood
A loving man
A wonderful father

A brother for many
Memories of your smiles
Laughter -- Precious moments
Engraved in minds--eye

Never forgotten
Always remembered
Image sketched in flesh
Uncanny likeness

I wear your badge with honor
I carry your memories in heart
Know throughout eternity
You shall be loved by all

Antonio Rodrigues - NYPA
A brave man -- as many others
Running to the scene
One thought in mind
To serve and protect

Save those who were in peril
Never a second thought
Only the lives desperately in need

Copyright © 2006 Deathwish

"An Open Letter to Terrorists"
I don't know your name, or names
- we may never know who you are -
so I can't address you personally.
You killed several thousands of
our friends...perhaps not people who we
knew personally, but people like us.
People who worked hard to make a living,
who loved someone, who were loved by
someone, who worried about making a better life
for their children and grandchildren, who
believed in God and the American Dream,
who criticized this country for its
insufficiencies and cared enough to
try and change things and ensure a better
future, not just for us, but for the world.

People who leave behind scores of loved
ones, friends, pets, neighbors, coworkers,
and members of their faiths.
Perhaps even people who derived from your
own country and who sought refuge here.
Your act was a slaughter of the innocents.
You are like an insidious cancer that strikes
without warning, ravages bodies, tears families
apart, and in the end can never destroy the soul.
You are the ultimate coward.

You may topple our buildings, collapse our
communication systems, disrupt our government,
crash our markets, and leave behind the carnage
of bodies, but you will never destroy the soul of America.
We made this country from the bits and pieces
of the rest of the world; we took the best,
the worst of every culture and nationality,
race and creed, and made an alloy that may be
dented, but not even a trial by fire can melt.

I don't know what God you believe in, or what
hateful rhetoric you espouse, or what your
misguided political beliefs might be that allows
you to do what you did today without a fear of
eternal damnation. I only know that you may
win a battle or two, but you will never win this war!
We have the entire history of the world on our side,
and no dictator, despot, or madman has survived
as long as America has thrived and prospered.

If you accomplished anything at all today, it
was to give America a wake-up call, and we will
now rise up stronger than before.
You are defeated before you've even begun, there
in your private hell and later in your eternal one.
Someday your people may even need our help,
and because we are America, we would respond.

May God bless the friends we lost, their families,
friends, neighbors and coworkers. We will help them
rebuild from the ashes.
May God continue to bless America, help her to
protect us all, and may she continue to shine as
a beacon of democracy and hope to the rest of the world.

Poem Written By: Jim Willis, © 2001

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