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Another day is born. Slowly the sun rises over the graves where two mighty giants, that once touched the sky, now lie falled into a mountain of twisted metal and broken glass. The only contact the giants now have with the sky is contained within the dark clouds of smoke that waft slowly into the sky. They lie sprawled in the street, where passerby's once stood on the sidewalks and looked to the sky, trying to imagine how the giants remained with their feet in the ground and their heads touching the clouds. The giants, through no fault of their own, hold captive thousands of souls that resided within them at the time of their demise. Rescuers frantically scramble over the mountain. Like a thousand ants they extract bits of debris, hoping against hope to find a spark of life.All was well with the giants until the day that evil dove from the sky and became a fireball that shook them at their very roots. At first it appeared just one giant would lose its life, but within minutes evil roared from the sky a second time and struck a fatal blow to the giant's companion. The giants communicated with rumblings, as parts of their bodies intermingled, from the power of the blasts that rocked them and was ripping them apart. They were powerless to help each other as they struggled to remain upright. The first giant began to sway and then collapsed on itself as its face fell from the sky. All the inhabitants that had not escaped into the street below, became a part of the giant's stuggle to survive and when the end came they became a part of its demise. The giants had stood against the skyline for years and now in only minutes their faces had been snatched from the sky. They had struggled to stand but the struggle had ended when the fire from HELL overcame the steel that gave them the strength to remain upright. With the fire came the deaths of hundreds of lives aboard those flying instruments of destruction. Evil had overtaken them and brought about their murders by involving them in their own personal suicides. The thinking of evil is, that by carrying out destruction by their own suicides, this will somehow acquire them a higher place in the HEREAFTER. It is not evil's deaths that we mourn, but the deaths of all those aboard the planes that evil had chosen as their instruments of destruction.Time stood still, as those who once trusted their lives to the giants, now raced down their corridors and stairwells to escape the giant's impending death! The lives of the giant's inhabitants hung in the balance as they struggled to free themselves from the doom that was overtaking them. The first giant fought with gravity as it threatened to descend to the earth. In disbelief those who have escaped from the shuddering giant stop and turn their faces to the sky. Ther eyes cannot believe what is unfolding before them. As they peer up toward the sky they see not only the tragedy of what they have escaped from but the explosion of another instrument of death striking their own giant's sister. | ||||||
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Now both giants reel from the impact of the flying death. With a mighty rumble and a roar that was heard around the WORLD , the first giant shuddered and slowly decended to the ground. Smoke,ashes, steel, and, glass rained from the sky like a horrific thunderstorm.Day turned to night in an instant.Blindly the inhabitants ran, choking on dust that filled their lungs. Racing, stumbling, falling, they ran through the darkness.WAS THIS THE END OF THE WORLD?As the giant's head thundered into the ground, the displaced inhabitants continue to flee. Their screams of terror cannot be heard over the falling giant's roar! Many lose their footing and fall! They are lifted up, to run again, by unseen hands who fear more for the safety of all than just for themselves. As the roaring dies the displaced inhabitants slow to a stop. Like refugees from a war torn land they wander. Everything looks surreal, as if they have been transported to the dusty surface of some far away moon, in space. Those things once so familiar, now are covered with debris and thick gray ash. They wade through streets covered in knee-high ashes. People, who this morning dressed in bright colors ready for a day's work, now shuffle through this unreal world dressed as gray ghosts, every image the same.
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The screaming has stopped. The fire that is devouring the giants leaps in a dancing frenzy upon the bodiesof its victims. The smoke billows and blackens the sky where the giants once stood. The voices that did not escape from the wombs of the giants are silent. They lie buried with them in their graves.
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Many have interrupted their daily lives to come, to join in the struggle of the search. They work tirelessly through the day and night, with one purpose. They cannot rest until they know there is no hope! We had become a nation that had very little time for the problems of others, but the death of our giants has reminded us that this problem belongs to all of us.Prayers are spoken to a God that many had long since ceased to communicate with. Hearts are touched to tears for someone else's pain as if it were their own. It is our pain! For evil has sent its terror to all of us! In past times the pain seemed to be so far away, in countries distant and far away lands. Now EVIL has come to Us, on our own doorsteps. It has made itself real and has threatened to destroy each of us as it did the giants in our land. EVIL expected us to cower. It expected us to fall to our knees in defeat with broken spirits. It did not expect the outcry and the stand against it! Little does EVIL understand what we are made of! We are more than flesh,blood, and, bone! We are made of hope, faith, courage, and compassion! We draw our strength from a much higher power than the steel of our giants! When EVIL attacks one of us it has attacked us all and we will stand and defend ourselves. This terror will not be forgotten and will go down in history as the day that EVIL ignited our spirits and brought AMERICA together!Within the first few hours of the giants demise those who have come to rescue find some of its inhabitants, that are buried in the graves. Terrible wounds have been inflicted upon those that the giants once sheltered. Many more have lost their lives just as the giants lost theirs. Day turns into night, again and again, and still the rescuers lift and move the pieces of the giants bodies, hoping to find life within it. As the days go by hope fades, but resolve continues. Perhaps someone has survived the terrible death. They may be waiting for the moment that the piece of rubble that imprisons them is removed, which will roll away the door to their tomb. If the rescuers give up that one's will to hold onto life will have it slip away from them, because we lost hope. Perhaps under the tons of rubble GOD will show us a miracle to reaffirm our faith in HIM and to prove that good can come from evil.After evil had struck its blow of terror to the first giant, help arrived to rescue its inhabitants from within its belly. Without fear for their own lives firemen and policemen rushed into its bowels to bring those injured by the giant's pain, to safety. Little did they know that their journey of mercy would be paid for with their own lives! Now deep within the roots of the giants lie the bodies of those who came to rescue and those who could not flee. | ||||||
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We have lived another day. The sun's rays flicker and give way to the darkness of the night. Our giants lie still, but the flame of our SPIRIT in our COUNTRY burns brightly, and lights the night, as the search continues for a spark of life within the graves created by EVIL. We are UNITED in this fight against the EVIL that has slithered into our daily lives.As darkness falls, OLD GLORY the hard way the meaning of its STARS AND STRIPES!
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