I won't wait until 9/11 to post this

I want to, again, share the simple memorial site I made, currently hosted by several friends... The Black Day

Thank you for building the site.....

I hope you don't mind if I post what you did on the last page. I've never read it until this morning ...... I'm going to print it, frame it and hang it in my office.

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By Leonard Pitts Jr. of the Miami Herald

We'll go forward from this moment

It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.

What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.

Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve. Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae - a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though - peaceful, loving, and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.

Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.

But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.

I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.

In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.

THE STEEL IN US

You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.

So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received.

And take this message in exchange:

-You don't know my people.

-You don't know what we're capable of.

-You don't know what you just started.

But you're about to learn.

57,
Meet the 167th,
GET you photos--MOUNT THEM on Foam Poster Boards and BE OUT THERE the weekend andDAY of SAept.11th.
Not ONLY you Photos--but the Collectionyou PICKED are stirring, and hit home the --BUT...
Not ONLY the "Darkness" of that Day..
But the LIGHT! and STRENGTH of Americans and the American Way.
The " Battle " may be being WAGED out "THERE; in the field--in 102 degree and cold- sun and down pours-- By Soldiers, Medics, Field Corps.
But WE HAVE "OUR" Job over here too!!
You're a Great American- I am sue you are already out there too spreading the word like you are here too-
You are MORE Than welecome too to come join us in the Streets of NYC too--Or in your home town --this Anniversary--to LET PHOTOS LIKE THESE BE SEEN!
God Bless you & Thank You for your work.
I am sure those Innocents looking down from above who, cowardly had their lives taken away that day- are looking at the Great Work you & many others like you , are continuing to do to NEVER Let their Memory Die! ( No matter HOW HARD the Anti-American liberals would LIKE the memory of America's Strength & Greatness and SACRIFICES just go away and fade!)
See you in the Field, where maybe I can meet up with you and all the others out there that day doing OUT " Patriotic Duty " Too!
Darth Airborne

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