I’m not a huge poetry person outside of Holy Scripture. But this poem posted by my friend Oakes Spalding, currently at ground zero in Chicago, merits a repost. The author, Leslie Fish, posted by Oakes, is one of those people that we should all be busting our humps to get into the Church. Proselytize. Proselytize. Proselytize. Pray. Pray. PRAY.
Oakes’ blog is HERE. It is called “Mahound’s Paradise” and as you can tell, Oakes has been a manly soldier in the fight against the musloid political system since WAY BACK. It is well worth a bookmark. I’m trying to convince him to get off of social media, so I’ll not publicise his presence there, here. Just blog, Oakes. You will be heard there.
Remember those people nineteen years ago woke up that morning either for a totally normal Tuesday at the office, or of taking a totally normal flight.
Within hours they were choosing “jump or burn” or “crash this plane to save Washington.”
As I just typed the “crash this plane to save Washington” I just teared-up.
Those people gave their lives to save… what… what. What. WHAT.
WHAT.
WHAT????????
“Flight 93″
by Leslie Fish
She took off from Newark on a warm autumn day,
They all were unarmed at the will of the law;
Security passed them all through.
An hour into flight-time, four Arabs jumped up —
Two Ahmeds, Ziad and Sa’eed —
Announced a hijacking and waved knives around
(Razorblades, box-knives and steak-knives they’d found),
And a box that they swore was a bomb up and down;
They thought that was all they would need.Flight 93 no more will fly.
Dead on the ground or dead in the sky:
You might not survive, but at least you can try.
Stand up and bring the ship down.
CeeCee the stewardess had a cell-phone,
And called up her husband to say:
“The plane has been hijacked. We’ll do as we’re trained;
Be quiet and humbly obey.
They’ll dicker for money or some social cause.
The government surely will pay.
They’ll put us out somewhere and leave with their score,
Or maybe police will come catch them and more.
That’s always the way this has been done before.
With luck, I’ll be home in a day.”
Flight 93 no more will fly.
Dead on the ground or dead in the sky:
You might not survive, but at least you can try.
Stand up and bring the ship down.
Next was Mark Bingham, who had a phone too,
And used it to call up his Mom.
He said they’d been hijacked by “three foreign men”
Who had knives and said they had a bomb.
But some of the passengers plotted, he said,
To take back the plane as it flew.
“But first tell me, Mom, is it true what they say?
That three other airplanes were hijacked today,
Flown straight into buildings and blew them away?”
His mother cried, and said: “It’s true.”
Flight 93 no more will fly.
Dead on the ground or dead in the sky:
You might not survive, but at least you can try.
Stand up and bring the ship down.
Jeremy Glick called his wife on the phone,
And told of the bomb and the knives.
He said: “If these stories we’re hearing are true,
We might as well fight for our lives.”
His wife told him: “Yes, the World Trade Center’s hit,
And maybe the Pentagon too.”
He left the phone hanging, then came back and said:
“We’ve nothing to fight with, and may wind up dead,
But we’ve voted to stand up and fight them instead,
And we might keep them from getting through.”
Flight 93 no more will fly.
Dead on the ground or dead in the sky:
You might not survive, but at least you can try.
Stand up and bring the ship down.
Thomas Burnett phoned his wife several times,
Reporting the course of the fight.
He said: “One man’s been stabbed, and we can’t reach the cockpit,
But somehow we’ll alter the flight.
We’ve guessed that the target is likely the White House,
And if we fail, we’ll surely die.
We’ve nothing to fight with except our bare hands,
But we’ll keep on trying until the plane lands
One way or the other. We’ve taken our stand.
My darling, I love you. Goodbye.”
Flight 93 no more will fly.
You might not survive, but at least you can try.
Stand up and bring the ship down.
Jason the pilot could hear the whole tale.
He’d signaled as well as he could.
He saw that the terrorists still held the cockpit —
And one way to stop them for good.
He watched while the passengers battled and died,
And knew that no help would be found.
The guard was distracted. Just one chance to win.
There’s one case where suicide isn’t a sin.
He weighed all his chances. He said: “Auger in!”
And drove the ship into the ground.
Flight 93 no more will fly.
Dead on the ground or dead in the sky:
You might not survive, but at least you can try.
Stand up and bring the ship down.
Flight 93 hit the ground at full speed,
And no one aboard her survives.
But the White House still stands, and a few thousand folks
Can thank those aboard for their lives.
There’s no guarantee, when the Bad Guys come in,
That they won’t kill you all to a man.
So when some fanatics are out to have fun,
There’s nowhere to hide and there’s nowhere to run.
Then pray that the law lets you carry a gun,
But fight back however you can.
Flight 93 no more will fly.
Dead on the ground or dead in the sky:
You might not survive, but at least you can try.
Stand up and bring the ship down.