A nation changed in one day

The Miami Herald ^ | September 16, 2001 | JOHN DORSCHNER

[Bryan]

Volley flag ... FIRE!

[Bryan]

Volley flag ... FIRE!

[Bryan]

Volley flag ... FIRE!

[Bryan]

Volley flag ... FIRE! ... CEASE FIRE! Chambers open, weapons down!

Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum.

[Howlin]

Linking to WTCgraphics List.

Type to:WTCgraphics in the Search Box on the Latest Post page to access all threads with WTC/Pentagon picutres and graphics.

[Victoria Delsoul]

``It was pretty horrific -- people with chunks out of their bodies,'' Handler said. The injured were streaming out of the building. ``Everyone that was coming towards me had burns,'' he would recall later. ``Some of these guys still literally had smoke or steam coming off of their body or skin.''

They were screaming with pain, but Cahill had no pain medication.

Some of the victims' uniforms, made of synthetic materials, had melted, not burned. Cahill cut off the clothing and doused the victims with saline solution. He asked stunned onlookers to help him get a dozen burn victims to a nearby lawn, while secondary explosions boomed from the crash scene, about 100 yards away.

Thank you, Luis.

[f.Christian]

We need to "buff" the "buffer zone"!!

[JulieRNR21]

"God may forgive them......but we will not forgive them....." MCain

'When I take action I’m not going to fire a $2 million missile at a $10 empty tent and hit a camel in the butt. It’s going to be decisive.' .....GW Bush

Terrorists of the world.......we are coming for you!

[Angelwood]

bttt

[dennisw]

Great picture-ology of this attack on America

[razorback-bert]

Today's thought:

Rudyard Kipling

The Grave of the Hundred Heads

There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

A Snider squibbed in the jungle-

Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris

Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark on his forehead

And the back blown out of his head.

Subadar Prag Tewarri,

Jemidar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,

Twenty rifles in all,
Marched them down to the river

As the day was beginning to fall.

They burried the boy by the river,

A blanket over his face-
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,

The men of an alien race-
They made a samadh in his honour,

A mark for his resting-place.

For they swore by the Holy Water,

They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib

Should go to his God in state,
With fifty file of Burmans

To open him Heaven's Gate.

The men of the First Shikaris

Marched to the break of day,
Till they came to the rebel village,

The village of Pabengmay-
A jingal covered the clearing,

Calthrops hampered the way.

Bidding them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles

Under the village wall;
Sent out a flanking-party

With Jemadar Hira Lal.

The men of the First Shikaris

Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal

On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar's flanking-party

Butchered the folk who flew.

Long was the morn of slaughter,

Long was the list of slain,
Five score heads were taken,

Five score heads and twain;
And the men of the First Shikaris

Went back to their grave again,

Each man bearing a basket

Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village-

The village of Pabengmay,
And the "drip-drip-drip" from the baskets

Reddened the grass by the way.

They made a pile of their trophies

High as a tall man's chin,
Head upon head distorted,

Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror

Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin.

Subadar Prag Tewarri

Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,

The head of his son below-
With the sword and the peacock-banner

That the world might behold and know.

Thus the samadh was perfect,

Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris-

The price of a white man slain;
And the men of the First Shikaris

Went back into camp again.
Then a silence came to the river,

A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed,

And Sniders squibbed no more;
For the Burmans said

That a white man's head
Must be paid for with heads five-score.

There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there's Subidar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

[sneakypete]

You just can't beat Kipling. What did you think of his "A Young British Soldier" that I posted on the other thread?

[Squantos]

Keep em coming Bert :o) I'm saving em all. Stay Safe......

[Ragtime Cowgirl]

The horror of this week has inspired some fine work - from our President, Mayor Rudy G., the rescuers, Americans volunteering services across the country, pastors, families reuniting after long and bitter separations and articles like this one. Thank you, Luis. The Miami Herald? Another small miracle.

Bryan, wow. This one's a keeper. Thanks.