A Few Brave Americans

Bright, clear, sunny day

When the earth shook

The gasp for breathe a nation took

As the towers fell away.

Dark rolling clouds

 Descended as dust in the street

Rubble ran down alleys as people retreat

To any shelter in a nation once and still proud.

Hands search for any sign

Of any life still present

Many calls for help now silent

Rescuers work against time.

In another place the shape is lost

Run through to the core

People run once more

To find and to save any at all cost.

The open center piled high

With lives now not

The unfortunate ones the plane had caught

Would be rescuers sort and cry.

The news is blaring loud

People stare and cannot turn

Stunned as they watch people burn

The news and no other sound.

On another plane still in flight

The passengers now knew

It too was to be used

As they watched their captors in fright.

With determination they planned

To seize back control of their plane

Upon a field in PA, it would stain

A few brave Americans made the stand.

Now years have come and gone

The rubble and dust cleared away

Forgotten tears from some still stray

Memorials now stand strong,

As we vow to remember and to never forget,

Once more terror seeks to divide,

Stand firm and together allied,

Let’s return to September twelfth and the debt,

That we must never forget.

N.S.Rettmann, 11 September 2006