One flag for each life lost.
My son, who was nine years old on that horrifying day, wrote the following and I would like to share it with you:
Whenever I think about a clear, blue September morning, like the one we have today, it is impossible to not see horrors of that day over and over again. But we must not be afraid... nor intolerant. And we must remember... the sun still rose on September 12. Prove to the world that we still live in the land of the free, and the home of the brave. God bless America.
I am linking to Shadow Shot Sunday.
Marlee
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2 comments:
Very mature thinking for such a young fellow.
My prayer would be that a day would come when no more flags of remembrance would be necessary...for wars and killing would have ceased.
BITS OF SHADOW
Bits of shadow and blasts of light,
Morning and evening, noon and night;
Days of darkness, gloomy and drear;
Sometimes bright ones, bringing good cheer;
Spring or winter, summer or fall,
Light or shadow—embrace them all!
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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