9 / 11 Death from the Sky.

I wrote these two poems  in 2011, I have reblogged them since but I am going to post them again today. Remember the Dead yes but remember the living too!  and Death from the sky.

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They could of not of known when they woke up how they their day would pan out. They had no idea that their life would never be the same .Their world simple, no longer safe and with no doubt.

They all boarded the plane, the train, the bus the car some even walked. They all followed the pattern of life they could not know what was to be. They greeted the news vender, bought coffee met friends, talked.

Arriving at the airport, the fire station, the precinct building,the hospital or paramedic  station,  the office whatever or they waived them off before taking the kids to school, all for the last time ever.

They knew they were different they had planned this for months, they knew exactly what they wanted to do. They wanted to kill they were not like the others that morning. They were not like me or you.

2,752 souls

It all started out so ordinarily boring even nothing different or new God knows what was in their minds as in to the targets their captors  flew. The people at work taken unaware those in the street stood mesmerized as they watch the ball of flame from which the black smoke rose.

The fire crews , police and paramedics

were scramble and into action flew when the news came that there was another plane flying into the other tower, yes two!

Helicopters police and news crews where there trying to rescue a few but even if they could of reached the roof with all that smoke what could they do.

The day had been unremarkable when the air controllers watching over Washington’s  skies saw a plane on course for the Pentagon OH! God it happened in front of them death en route  before their very eyes.

184 souls

The people on the plane suffered the same as their fellow passengers in New York  not all of the souls on the ground perished thankfully some lived and walked. The dark and heat and the choking acrid smell must of been so terrifically shocking in fact it must of been like hell.

Who knows where the passengers on the fourth plane found the fortitude and the strength,with the crew they decided to fight back. They tried their very hardest to avert this evil hijack . They phoned friends and loved ones and told them all to be brave, then they all gave their lives for they wanted another city from an air crash to be saved

Both heros and hijackers all dead

They couldn’t of known what was before them when they all set forth on that morn . No one in the world would ever of thouht how a nations heart would be ripped and torn. We grieve for those on the aeroplanes we grieve for those on the ground we grieve for the keepsakes that were lost not all of them found.

Remember those souls today, carry your stories in your heart think of the innocents airborne and grounded their lives all blow apart .

Don’t forget as you think of them today the many, many heroes and heroines who found strength to help on that day. The police, firemen, paramedics who picked up illnesses  from the smoke debris and detritus that engulfed them , they could not get out of the way. The doctors and the nurses who worked like the others till they dropped on their feet and don’t forget the ordinary good souls who help they were minutes before passers by on the street.

So God Bless the Dead and their families we will never forget them, but spare a thought for your cities’ heroes and heroines some of them ill and suffering yet . God Bless the services of  Stonycreek  Township and Shanksville Pennsylvania  and Washington and New York. They all worked so hard and selflessly and that is what makes it so unfair, they, whilst working in the dust, metal spray and smoke clouds their lungs were damaged by the air.

So God Bless the living  make their suffering less, we will always remember you as you did your very best. And so to all the families I can not equate your loss , the secretaries and colleagues drinking buddies or the boss, it is the same for all of you let our thoughts and prayers help you carry on.

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DEATH FROM THE SKY

 Twin Towers

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Two Towers stood by the water , they were tall and they were strong. People thought that they were safe, within their walls they would throng. Sadly though for all their beauty, people  were so wrong. Two thousand , seven hundred and fifty two souls perished on that September day. Two planes, death in the sky , homed in on the towers and all the souls on the planes knew  that they would also die.

They were not alone a plane headed into Washington and the Pentagon found. One hundred and eighty four perished there, smashed into the ground. There was even another plane on an evil errand  the good souls on that flight attacked their captors and brought them down in a field in Pennsylvania.  All souls lost their lives.

The killing has not stopped and will not for a long time yet for many are still suffering . The deadly dust that came from the towers frightful collapse was full of deadly things. So say say a prayer for those who died that day and remember those who still are suffering.

Let them and their families know that we shall not forget.

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 And let’s not forget those who have died or had their lives changed since. There have been attacks all over the world I shall not mention them by name but we are with you. In the name of good we must not forget

K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge:Rememberence.

This  is  my  entree for  : K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge, this  weeks  theme  is  Remembrance.

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Lest  we  forget the blood  that  was  shed  for us,  the lives  that  were  sacrificed . November  2014 the  Tower  London bled poppies, one of  the  most moving  sights  I have  ever  witnessed. We own one of  those poppies,  we are  keeping it  safe  for  our  grandson.

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Soldiers Fade Away

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We sent them off to war,

these bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They were  bright young men  no more .

 

Yes they were brave and they were whole

Those that survived had all lost their soul.

Many died, they were the lucky ones , death to them was kind.

Those who returned were faded in body and mind.

 

Their loved ones at first relieved

Soon found they had much cause to grieve.

Though there in body broken, they were not home in their mind

Whether whole in body or not they had left their minds behind.

 

They went out whole, these bright young things

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They went full of pride for God and Kings

They ran head long into hell

Yet on return they could not relinquish it’s  bad spell.

 

So we had a nation of half men ghosts

Whimpering fearful their heads still have them at their posts.

The trenches and the blasts of bombs, the smell of death

Clung to them and bled them dry, the whole in body, the blind, the amputee it was as if the battle, they never left

 

We sent them off to war,

These bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They were bright young men no more.

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Lest we forget. 11/11/2015

Today was a special day a date carved in my mind.

Today it is time for us to remember the soldiers who died for all mankind.

Walking up to town today my poppy on show

Just a little reminder, my reverence to show.

The high street was busy full of people to and fro

And traffic rushing through as motorists on their journeys go.

Today it will be different, today is not the norm though

Busy roads and people about their business go.

Outside the Town Hall and in the Market Place

Groups of people gather, smile and wave the older men embrace.

Now the clock hands approach the eleventh hour

Our town surges gratefulness you can feel it’s power.

For every shopper stops and stands and every coffee shop

And bar is silent now because the clock bell tolls the hour.

The tills in the supermarkets and every shop

Are silent and with silent shoppers filled

Even the mighty traffic is in it journey is stilled.

In silence I stood and watched this strangest but most merited tribute

And as ever I shed a tear as the old men took a salute.

Two minutes and it was over all trace of silence gone,

The shops are once more busy the stilled traffic now moves on.

I meet my friend and as in to a coffee shop we go

Saying a silent thank you to all those brave men and women who we do not know.

They fought , some gave their lives for me so

I could be free. In Flanders, Turbrook and Tripoli,on the Somme,

Leningrad, Pearl Harbour and Helmand Province,

Iraq and Iran and many, many other places defended by a brave woman or a man.

I make no apology I will be politically in-correct

For so many have offered up their lives and my life they still affect!

 

They fought against what ever foe that threatened our freedom to take

Often they had to give the biggest sacrifice anyone  has to make.

I shall not forget them and neither should you

for without them you would not be free to do most of the things you do!

So on this 11th day at the 11th hour of this 11th month I stood

To salute our soldiers, sailors and our airmen and many, many others.

For they have given their all for us my sisters and my brothers.

We owe them a THANK YOU.

THANK YOU
one of  my older poems reworked  : Always  and  ever  true.

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