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In Honor of all those we lost in the acts of Terrorism committed at the World Trade Center Towers 1 and 2, The Pentagon, and the hijacked flights, on September 11th, we have placed this memorial here.
God Bless Their Souls.
- Michka and Maverick

"The devils of this world never realize that
the very worst they can really do is to make more angels."
- Alix Thomas 12/16/2001

Graphic by Lady Madona


If tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me;

I wish so much you wouldn't cry The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things, We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me, As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too;

But if tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready, In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for, So much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized, That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories, Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne,

He said "This is eternity, And all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past, But here it starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way There's no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful, So trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things, You knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven And now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand And share my life with me?

So if tomorrow starts without me, Don't think we're far apart, For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.

- Anonymous


I am home in heaven, dear ones; Oh so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over, Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last.

Did you wonder how I so calmly Trod the valley of the shade? Oh, but Jesus' love illumined Every dark and fearful glade.

And he came himself to meet me In that way so hard to tread; And with Jesus' arm to lean on, Could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely, For I love you dearly still; Try to look beyond earth's shadows, Pray to trust our Father's will.

There is work still waiting for you, So you must not idly stand; Do it now, while life remains, You shall rest in Jesus' land.

When that work is all completed, He will gently call you home; Oh, the rapture of that meeting, Oh, the joy to see you come!

- Anonymous

Military service members render honors September 12, 2001 as fire and rescue workers unfurl a huge American flag over the side of the Pentagon during rescue and recovery efforts following the September 11 terrorist attack. - REUTERS/U.S. Navy photo-Michael W. Pendergrass

~ In December 1941, Pilot Officer John Magee, a 19 year old American serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force in England, was killed when his Spitfire collided with another aircraft inside a cloud. Several months before his death, he composed his immortal sonnet "High Flight", a copy of which he fortunately mailed to his parents in the USA. ~

We offer it here in Remebrance of the Pilots, Flight Attendents and Passengers of United Airlines Flight 93, United Airlines Flight 175, American Airlines Flight 11, and American Airlines Flight 77.

High Flight
by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth.
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings,
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, or even eagle, flew;
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Graphic by Lady Madona

For The Rescue Workers

A canine officer and his dog rest September 18, 2001 after search duty at the World Trade Center site.
- Pool via Reuters


St. Michael, Heaven's glorious Commissioner of Police, who once so neatly and successfully cleared God's premises of all it's undesirables, look with kindly and professional eye on your earthly force.

Give us cool heads, stout hearts, hard punches, an uncanny flair for investigation, and wise judgement.

Make us the terror of burglars, the friend of children and law-abiding citizens, kind to strangers, polite to bores, strict with law-breakers, and impervious to temptations.

You know, St. Michael, from your own experiences with the devil, that the policeman's lot on Earth is not always a happy one; but your sense of duty that so pleased God, your hard knocks that so surprised the devil, and your angelic self-control give us inspiration.

And when we lay down our night sticks, enroll us in your Heavenly Force, where we will be as proud to guard the throne of God, as we have been to guard the city of men.


New York State Fraternal Order of Police Memorial Wall


When I start my tour of duty God, Wherever crime may be,
As I walk the darkened streets alone, Let me be close to thee.

Please give me understanding with both the young and old.
Let me listen with attention until their story's told.
Let me never make a judgment in a rash or callous way,
but let me hold my patience let each man have his say.

Lord if some dark and dreary night, I must give my life,
Lord, with your everlasting love
protect my children and my wife.



St. Florian, Heaven's patron of firefighters, who once was dedicated to the services of your fellowmen as an official in the Army of Rome, look with kindly and professional eye upon your earthly force, desirous of the preserving of our fellowmen from the dangers to life and property.

Give us cool heads, stout hearts, strong muscles an instinct for prudent investigation and wise judgment.

Make us the terror of arsonists, the friendsof law-abiding citizens, kind to the frightened, polite to the bores, strict with lawbreakers, and obstinate to temptations.

In troubles give us strength to be efficient, in times of great danger, give us the ability to be calm and enable us to impart assurance to those who verge on panic.

You know, beloved St. Florian, from the sacrifice of your own life for the sake of your faith, that the fireman's lot on earth is not always a pleasant one, but your sense of duty that so pleased God, your courageous strength that so over-whelmed the devil and your saintly self-control, give us inspiration.

Make us as fearless in practicing the laws of God as we are brave in protecting the lives and property of our fellowmen, and when we answer our final alarm, enroll us in your Heavenly force, where we will be as proud to protect the throne of God as we have been to protect the city.


New York City Firefighter's Memorial


When I am called to duty, God
Wherever Flames may rage
Give me the strength
To save some life
Whatever be its age.

Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too late
Or save an older person
From the horror of that fate
Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout
And quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out

I want to fill my calling
And to give the best in me
To guard my every neighbor
And protect their property.

And if according to your will
I have to lose my life
Please bless with your protecting hand My children and my wife.



Lord, grant me the wisdom so that I may treat those of your children that lay at my feet

Let my hands be gentle, sure and swift to impart to them your sacred gift

Let me see only a patient's need not their wealth, status, or creed

Help me always to be my best during the most tragic test

Grant me the insight to understand why patients of mine are going to die

Let me remember that when they do they go to heaven with you

Lord, if in the time of duty I should fall help your other medics to hold their heads tall

For it was You who chose me to serve my community.


The Firemen's Monument (erected 1887)
Dedicated to firefighters who lost their lives in the line of duty.
Greenwood Cemetery, New Orleans, Louisiana

Authors of all the above prayers are anonymous or unknown.

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