Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Remember

I don't mean to be maudlin, but I can never get through today without taking a few moments to remember that morning six years ago. I think we all need to, it's now part of being an American. We need to think of the senseless violence, the heroism, those that lost their lives and those that had their lives changed forever.

This was sent to me by a friend on the 18th of September, 2001, and it still gets me:

Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not. The Binch hated U.S.! The whole U.S. way! Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,

It could be his turban was screwed on too tight. Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright. But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, whatever the reason, his heart or his turban, he stood facing Uville, the part that was urban. "They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch. "They're raising their families! They're going to church! They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving, I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"

Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's, would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses, they'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools, and abide by their U and S values and rules. And then they'd do something he liked least of all, every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,would stand all united, each U and each S, and they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"

All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand, and their voices would drown every sound in the land. "I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk, and he had an idea--an idea that might work!

The Binch stole some U planes in U morning hours, and crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers. "They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour, "And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"

The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping, all set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping. Instead he heard something that started quite low, and it built up quite slow, but it started to grow -

And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing... He couldn't believe it - they started to sing! He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes, what he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!

Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small, was singing! Without any towers at all! He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung! From down deep in the hearts of the old and the young.

Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride, and you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside. So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall, with a hand in each hand of the tall and the small.

And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope, for we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope. For America means a bit more than tall towers, it means more than wealth or political powers, it's more than our enemies ever could guess, so may God bless America! Bless us! God bless...


Current Music: Tragedy - Brandi Carlile

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

I have never heard that before.
Such a nice reference to things more innocent and a great message.

I'm going to make a reference to "Remember" on my Sept 11 post.

Thanks.

 
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