More about Meadows, Sunshine and the American Flag!

 

A memorial unveiled…

and blessing given

in Shanksville, Pa today

for the heroes of flight 93.

 

The once brown and scarred pastures

 

 

have given way to the tall

green grass of September.

… the meadow’s soft,  gentle breeze

is a welcome partner to the early

Autumn sunshine.

A beautiful and fitting tribute to those who lost their lives on  flight 93 ten years ago, tomorrow.  

Those 40 people who became

the REAL first responders, our first soldiers against terrorism

as they made their

heroic battle plans to save others,

many others….

for their country.

 

The monuments are still modest {phase 2 is planned}

but the names are all there…

etched in stone and surrounded by flags.

Lots and lots of flags.

 

I wondered…as I watched

family members walk up to

the white stone monument and

gingerly raise their hand

to gently  trace

the precious name of

their loved one.

Can a Mother’s heart “see” a reflection of

her son in those etched letters?

Does the, not so young now, wife

“hear” her husbands gentle voice as the

National anthem is plays?

There is a peace that becomes their face.

An ever so little smile escapes from the

corners of their mouth as another asks for

their picture…with the name.

It seems,

there is fierce and wonderful power

in those melodies.  A flag flying high

above can make even the strongest

soldier’s {or police officer or fire fighter}

eyes gleam with tears of sadness and pride.

 

And perhaps all of “this” is why

it was SO very important to

have our people lend a hand in stitching

the strength and pride BACK into the

flag that flew over ground zero.

The flag that became tattered and

torn…

as it guided the heroes of 9/11

 

{images found on line, via bing}

 

  “Ditto”