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Posted Sunday, September 4, 2011, at 12:29 PM

May what the passengers of Flt 93 did that day be the standard to be met, as they did; the same standard stated by Jesus: "No one shows greater love than when he lays down his life for his friends." Flight 93 Hero's saved many 'Friends.'
Flight 93

By: Arley W. Steinhour 2002

You wake up in the morning

an ordinary Joe;

preparing for the routine of

a young man on the go.

Shower, shave, and brush your teeth,

you pack your bag to leave;

kiss your wife and kids goodbye,

brush talcum from your sleeve.

The taxi ride is routine,

to where you'll go aloft;

as sun is lighting up the sky,

where clouds are white and soft.

You feel the plane lift off the ground,

and preflight jitters fade;

Great wife, kids, and job you think,

'I really have it made.'

Minutes into flight time,

you get the dreaded news;

five hijackers, they be haters,

of our Christians and Jews.

The message from the bad guys is,

"Be smart, against us not a hand";

You know that throughout history,

they'll just fly somewhere and land.

They'll rant and rave excessively,

and ransom they'll demand;

or call for the release from jail

some members of their band.

Your nervousness is soon replaced

with total abject fear;

As flight crew and the pilot

are pushed roughly to the rear.

The pilot says that something's wrong,

the plane a bad guy now will fly;

and if he doesn't do it right,

then everyone will die.

The cell phone in your pocket,

is handy and might work;

you call your wife to tell her

you've been hijacked by a jerk.

She tells you with a deep concern,

Twin Towers have been struck;

and then you know beyond a doubt,

you've all ran out of luck.

The plane is going Southeast,

D.C. is on that track;

the aircraft is a weapon;

You have to take it back.

The plane has over fifty souls,

D.C. has thousands more;

the choice is simply who must die

from this heinous act of war.

You tell your wife you love her,

but you have a job to do;

you're going to take the airplane back,

and subdue this crazy few.

You tell her that you may not live,

as something may go wrong;

these people don't want money,

they want to kill our freedom song.

The last words that your wife will hear

brands freedoms corporate soul;

the battle cry, no better made,

than what you said: "Let's Roll."

A spectator you no longer are,

your hearts hear drum and fife;

as something must be done, and quick,

to save more innocent life.

Into freedoms history,

and shirking not your charge;

Bad guys lose, good guys win,

the price is very large.

You brought us all together,

that very fateful day;

the standard raised for "Patriot,"

you few have set this way.

Rest well you friends of country,

God bless, and keep your souls;

for patriots die only once;

cowards live in holes!


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Well said! I will not be watching any tributes to 9/11 as I still find it much too painful. Thanks again for what you say for us!

-- Posted by fred2 on Tue, Sep 6, 2011, at 11:16 PM

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