...it's victims, that is, in your own way, but do remember. Many have chosen silence and prayer, and that's good too. Poor at silence while bereft of insight, I can only offer this thing from three years ago. Three years, for God's sake. I often wonder if a day goes by that memory of that day does not cross my mind. I don't think so.
A few others who have put something up: Susan at Lilac Rose, Dylan of Dark Speech...(with a Dylan Thomas poem two posts above that which seems appropos); Elena, who reminds us of Project 2,996, offering her own contribution from 3 years ago; and Paul Cella at W4.
BTW, I saw this show last night. Don't know if they'll be replaying it any time soon. If not, the DVD is worth the money. The History Channel did good work yesterday.
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That's a very powerful poem, Mr. Luse.
That's very nice of you to say, Mrs. McGrew.
Get hold of that documentary I link if you can. A lot of the video is taken by private citizens, some of them up to a mile away. One girl was filming the burning South Tower (I think that was the first one hit) and sees things falling. She zooms in and says aloud (to a roommate), "Oh my God, was that a body?" One of them says, "Who's to say it wasn't a chair or something?" Then another falls and the one holding the camera can't hide from the truth anymore and starts screaming, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" Over and over. What the terrorists did even to people not physically hurt in the attack is almost beyond comprehension.
And here too.
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