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In Loving Memory
of the Victims
You're in Our Hearts Forever.

United We Stand

On September 11, 2001 the United States suffered the worst attack on its shores in the history of our country. The casualties at the World Trade Center, Pentagon and aboard the hijacked aircraft were nearly twice those suffered in the attack on Pearl Harbor.

This is a day none of us will forget. The victims are not only Americans but citizens of many nations, the followers of different faiths, and human beings of every race, age, and gender.

Our hearts go out to the victims and their families!


Gothic Day writes...

I had a friend named Bronco. His given was Derell Pearsall, but no one knew him by that name. Bronco and I were as different as could be, myself on the thin side and medium height, while he was very tall and built like a Hulk Hogan action figure.

I would strive for success in the arts and humanities, while he always wanted to be a fireman. We and a few others would always go on ski trips during the winter, and we would have a blast. Bronco and I slowly went our own ways, my life has always been a storm, ... but when we'd see each other... He'd remind me of our trips and how they had been some of the best times of his life.

Bronco died last year on this day like the hero he had always been. While I looked around the crowded St. Patrick's Cathedral during his funeral, I noticed how everyone is dying, and I thought that maybe it's time, to live.

The city skyline is different, the world is different, and I am different. I am kinder to strangers, more compassionate to those suffering, and I'll try my best, in my own little way, to make this world that people like Bronco died trying to save, a better place to live.

Today I watched our city burn.
Smoke bellowed and flames raged as brave men and women tried in vain to escape from their Hellish entombment.
Children won't understand why their Dad or Mom won't be home, and never will be again.
Lovers, lost to those they once embraced. Brothers, sisters, who leave an empty space in their parent's heart.
Good people cried today, innocent people died today, and Satan laughed.
We stood in horror as the ash and debris stormed down like tears from heaven.
Mouths gaped as buildings tumbled.
Amongst this ravenous ruin and destruction, it occurred to me,
they can take our lives, but they cannot take our souls.
For beyond the smoke formed by hate, standing proud in our harbor, Lady Liberty speaks:

"Give me your tired, your poor.
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
The wretched refuse of your teaming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Our country isn't based on imperial dictatorship, this nation was formed on an idea, an exquisite beautiful flawed ideal called freedom.
These minions of the devil will never understand this concept.
Our strength comes from within, our bravery formed by love.
"One nation, under God, indivisible..."
And as the sun shines today, our tears will rain,
and once again, we'll be reminded of the cost of freedom.