blakjeezis
12-15-2003, 11:48 AM
I d'loaded Metallica Metallica on Saturday and was listening to it, yesterday, on the way to my chick's house. Of course, Don't Tread on Me is on it and after hearing the version with the September 11th clips cut into it, I still hear them even if they're not there. In particular, the first line of the chorus, "So be it", touches me. I don't know what it is, perhaps it's because it conveys the powerlessness we all felt but also has an implied strength. "So be it" - The deed is done; I couldn't stop it. But you've made this new world and these new rules, and when I find you, you will pay. I feel that rage, and I cry.
After Halloween at Karava's, Gina and I stayed at the Millenium Hilton overlooking Ground Zero. Nov. 1 we were walking around the neighborhood waiting to head out of the city back to Jersey. It was a nice, warm, clear, Indian Summer type day and we stopped to look at the church whose yard backs onto Ground Zero, the place where so many mourners were comforted and ministered to. They have a timeline of the events of that horrible time out front. One particular section details the firemen, changing into their gear, taking off their shoes and placing them on the top of the metal fence surrounding the graveyard. Obviously those that didn't return from The Towers, didn't retrieve their footwear from the the fence. Those shoes were left as a reminder of how many souls were lost that day. I saw this, and I cried.
Often times I think of Father Mychal Judge, NYFD's Chaplain, his was the first death certificate issued on that terrible day, and I think of his eulogy. Whoever gave it said words to the effect that it was fitting he was issued the first death certificate, because he would want to be the first in heaven, waiting to greet all the others when they arrived. I hear those beautiful words again, and I cry.
I read about the passengers of Flight 93, in a Dave Barry book of all places, anonymous to everyone except their friends and families until that morning. They called those families to tell them what was happening, and learned of the attacks in NY and DC. Those calls changed from calls of "I'll be okay" and reassurance to calls of "We're going to take the plane back" and tearful goodbyes. I think of myself in their shoes. Would I be able to do the same? I think of these heroes and "Let's Roll", and I cry.
I love this country. For all its downfalls and drawbacks and squabbling and imperfections, I love it. I wasn't born here, I was brought here when I was 9. I'm a man now, if I wanted to leave, to go back to my "homeland" I could. But I won't; I've made America my home. When those planes crashed into those buildings, my homeland was attacked and my countrymen were killed. For my country, I cry.
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If I were any better, I'd have to be twins!!
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This message was edited by blakjeezis on 12-15-03 @ 3:50 PM
After Halloween at Karava's, Gina and I stayed at the Millenium Hilton overlooking Ground Zero. Nov. 1 we were walking around the neighborhood waiting to head out of the city back to Jersey. It was a nice, warm, clear, Indian Summer type day and we stopped to look at the church whose yard backs onto Ground Zero, the place where so many mourners were comforted and ministered to. They have a timeline of the events of that horrible time out front. One particular section details the firemen, changing into their gear, taking off their shoes and placing them on the top of the metal fence surrounding the graveyard. Obviously those that didn't return from The Towers, didn't retrieve their footwear from the the fence. Those shoes were left as a reminder of how many souls were lost that day. I saw this, and I cried.
Often times I think of Father Mychal Judge, NYFD's Chaplain, his was the first death certificate issued on that terrible day, and I think of his eulogy. Whoever gave it said words to the effect that it was fitting he was issued the first death certificate, because he would want to be the first in heaven, waiting to greet all the others when they arrived. I hear those beautiful words again, and I cry.
I read about the passengers of Flight 93, in a Dave Barry book of all places, anonymous to everyone except their friends and families until that morning. They called those families to tell them what was happening, and learned of the attacks in NY and DC. Those calls changed from calls of "I'll be okay" and reassurance to calls of "We're going to take the plane back" and tearful goodbyes. I think of myself in their shoes. Would I be able to do the same? I think of these heroes and "Let's Roll", and I cry.
I love this country. For all its downfalls and drawbacks and squabbling and imperfections, I love it. I wasn't born here, I was brought here when I was 9. I'm a man now, if I wanted to leave, to go back to my "homeland" I could. But I won't; I've made America my home. When those planes crashed into those buildings, my homeland was attacked and my countrymen were killed. For my country, I cry.
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If I were any better, I'd have to be twins!!
<marquee><font color=red>2%</font> White people are so scared of blakjeezis<font color=red>2%</font></marquee>
This message was edited by blakjeezis on 12-15-03 @ 3:50 PM