Yes, another 9/11 entry for your friend's view.
So...it's been a year. Hard to believe. The past year has, like, flown by. I'm sure I'm not going to put out something as descriptive and precisely worded like Coby did, but I'll say my thoughts anyway.
366 days ago, everyone had their differences. We all in one way or another were against somebody. You couldn't please anybody, and there was always something wrong with the way you did things. Or so it was that way with myself and many others I know.
And then one year ago, everything changed. Tragedy struck America. There’s a country song...I don’t know who it’s by, or what it’s called, but it had a line in it, and it described, in my opinion, what happened. ‘and a sucker punch came flying in from somewhere in the back’. That’s just my opinion.
That day, too many people died. Way too many. Innocent people, living their daily lives, suddenly blown up, or killed in one way or another. Ways that people shouldn’t be subject to. There were children that lost one or both of their parents, women that lost their husbands, men that lost their wives. From Ground Zero itself, all the way to say Yuma, Arizona, everyone was affected in one way or another.
‘It’s the worst attack on America since Pearl Harbor’
Pearl Harbor wasn’t an attack on American soil, just an attack on our military. This time was different. It was an attack on the citizens. The military troops at Pearl Harbor joined the army, knowing that they could be killed. I’m not saying they deserved to die, or Japan should have even bombed the Hawaii base, but I’m getting off subject. Anyway, we should be able to go to work, knowing that we are safe.
We had that sense of security. But now, all security has been raised. Everyone is paranoid, afraid that at any time, something like this could happen. Any of those suicide bombs in the Middle East, could be here at any time. Scary? Yes, but true.
Now to bring the government into this. Funny how they always come into these sort of entries? I’ve read and heard, from multiple sources, believable sources that the government knew this was coming. That doesn’t mean it’s true. But still. If they knew, could they have stopped it? I personally don’t think so.
As much as I’d like to kill that bin Laden wussy, I believe I am a pacifist. Yesterday, I was flipping through a magazine. A bubblegum type of magazine. I think it was YM. Yeah, YM. I wanted to see if they had any decent bands in there. Not really, but that’s besides the point. But I saw a letter in the letter’s section, of course. And it just sorta made me shake my head in disappointment.
War and peace
I was really upset by “The Soldier and the Pacifist” (August). It was great that you printed a story about a soldier. My dad and two cousins are in the Army, and I support the Army 100%. What I don’t support is that while our soldiers are ready to lay down their lives for our country, we have people protesting the war. They are hardly “patriotic,” as you said, when they refuse to support their country. -Ankeny, IA
That’s bull. I decided not to put the name in...don’t ask why. I just didn’t feel like it. But then their was another one. Which I agree on.
I completely agree with what Julie Ren is saying about war. I’ve believed all my life that war just creates bigger problems. If we could just look at past events and learn from them, maybe America’s leaders would be able to make intelligent decisions that don’t involve violence.-Katie Lynch, 15, Worcester, MA.
Now that’s more like it. Rock on Katie Lynch. I applaud you.
Lately I have been very grateful of what I have. I’ve realized how much I have to live for. My friends, my family, my band. And I fixed things with Katelyn. After a year, everyone has moved on. No need for dwelling on the past, right? But now, at the one year anniversary, everyone is remembering, and thanking God or whomever they worship, if anyone, that they are still here today, and that they have what they have.
Over 50 newborns, or 60 I think, were born after their father died on September 11th. Could you imagine growing up all your life with no father? Yes, my dad wasn’t around, but he was still alive. My step dad adopted me, so I still had a father figure around. But these kids, all they have are what their mother’s tell of the father’s they wont have. Hopefully those women can move on, and maybe find someone to fill part of that void in those children’s lives. Hopefully.
That’s all I have to say...
Yes, I’ve fixed things with Katelyn, and she wants to help me. So maybe it will work out this time.
Much love,
God Bless America,
David Buckner
LMAO! ROCK ON!!!!!!! Okay, now that’s all.
OH! One last thing! A poem I found.
~A Little Girl's Poem~
Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, A student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, For a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," Another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say,"Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique."My Daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, And ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, Even though we are apart I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart" With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, Her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, He's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, But heaven's just too far. You see he was a fireman And died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers And taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, It's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, She witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side."I know you're with me Daddy," To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far.
366 days ago, everyone had their differences. We all in one way or another were against somebody. You couldn't please anybody, and there was always something wrong with the way you did things. Or so it was that way with myself and many others I know.
And then one year ago, everything changed. Tragedy struck America. There’s a country song...I don’t know who it’s by, or what it’s called, but it had a line in it, and it described, in my opinion, what happened. ‘and a sucker punch came flying in from somewhere in the back’. That’s just my opinion.
That day, too many people died. Way too many. Innocent people, living their daily lives, suddenly blown up, or killed in one way or another. Ways that people shouldn’t be subject to. There were children that lost one or both of their parents, women that lost their husbands, men that lost their wives. From Ground Zero itself, all the way to say Yuma, Arizona, everyone was affected in one way or another.
‘It’s the worst attack on America since Pearl Harbor’
Pearl Harbor wasn’t an attack on American soil, just an attack on our military. This time was different. It was an attack on the citizens. The military troops at Pearl Harbor joined the army, knowing that they could be killed. I’m not saying they deserved to die, or Japan should have even bombed the Hawaii base, but I’m getting off subject. Anyway, we should be able to go to work, knowing that we are safe.
We had that sense of security. But now, all security has been raised. Everyone is paranoid, afraid that at any time, something like this could happen. Any of those suicide bombs in the Middle East, could be here at any time. Scary? Yes, but true.
Now to bring the government into this. Funny how they always come into these sort of entries? I’ve read and heard, from multiple sources, believable sources that the government knew this was coming. That doesn’t mean it’s true. But still. If they knew, could they have stopped it? I personally don’t think so.
As much as I’d like to kill that bin Laden wussy, I believe I am a pacifist. Yesterday, I was flipping through a magazine. A bubblegum type of magazine. I think it was YM. Yeah, YM. I wanted to see if they had any decent bands in there. Not really, but that’s besides the point. But I saw a letter in the letter’s section, of course. And it just sorta made me shake my head in disappointment.
War and peace
I was really upset by “The Soldier and the Pacifist” (August). It was great that you printed a story about a soldier. My dad and two cousins are in the Army, and I support the Army 100%. What I don’t support is that while our soldiers are ready to lay down their lives for our country, we have people protesting the war. They are hardly “patriotic,” as you said, when they refuse to support their country. -Ankeny, IA
That’s bull. I decided not to put the name in...don’t ask why. I just didn’t feel like it. But then their was another one. Which I agree on.
I completely agree with what Julie Ren is saying about war. I’ve believed all my life that war just creates bigger problems. If we could just look at past events and learn from them, maybe America’s leaders would be able to make intelligent decisions that don’t involve violence.-Katie Lynch, 15, Worcester, MA.
Now that’s more like it. Rock on Katie Lynch. I applaud you.
Lately I have been very grateful of what I have. I’ve realized how much I have to live for. My friends, my family, my band. And I fixed things with Katelyn. After a year, everyone has moved on. No need for dwelling on the past, right? But now, at the one year anniversary, everyone is remembering, and thanking God or whomever they worship, if anyone, that they are still here today, and that they have what they have.
Over 50 newborns, or 60 I think, were born after their father died on September 11th. Could you imagine growing up all your life with no father? Yes, my dad wasn’t around, but he was still alive. My step dad adopted me, so I still had a father figure around. But these kids, all they have are what their mother’s tell of the father’s they wont have. Hopefully those women can move on, and maybe find someone to fill part of that void in those children’s lives. Hopefully.
That’s all I have to say...
Yes, I’ve fixed things with Katelyn, and she wants to help me. So maybe it will work out this time.
Much love,
God Bless America,
David Buckner
LMAO! ROCK ON!!!!!!! Okay, now that’s all.
OH! One last thing! A poem I found.
~A Little Girl's Poem~
Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, A student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, For a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," Another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say,"Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique."My Daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, And ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, Even though we are apart I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart" With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, Her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, He's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, But heaven's just too far. You see he was a fireman And died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers And taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, It's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, She witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side."I know you're with me Daddy," To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far.