Hard to believe its been 11 years. This is just something
I wrote in the days just after, once a year I dust it off
and post it one more time.


Their presence is still there you know, they have been seen by a select few,
thousands of souls of the innocent, spirits of the lost.
They watch over the field of destruction, from roof tops of broken buildings
on the perimeter, to twisted steel beams in the debris field.
They have seen the tears, felt the pain of loved ones and friends they left behind.
They have seen heroes, from the first day to the present, from the
rescue to the recovery. There are those that have been there from the first day,
they're still there, they will not quit, 12 hour shifts, 24 hours a
day, everyday. Lungs filled with concrete dust, smoke and ash, and yes, even
the ash from incinerated human beings. Many have coughs, and many cough up
blood, but they will not quit, till all the bodies or body parts that can be
recovered, are recovered. To help bring closure to the families of the lost.
They themselves may become victims, a life shortened, but they will not quit.

This is now hollowed ground, their will always be a presence here. It's been
said, that from the opposite shore in the hours just after dawns first light,
before the suns rays reach the ground, the towers appear. Filling the void
now present, lights blazing in all the windows, and the top floors lit by the
suns first rays, forming a halo of white light. minutes later it slowy
dissipates to it's present form of emptiness. One can hear the sound of air
rushing in to fill the void.

We will never forget where we were when we heard the news. We will never
forget the tears and the anger, we will never forget the heroes from New York
to the Penagon, to a field in Pennsylvania. We will never forget the American
people in there finest hour. We will never forget. OK America, lets roll.

Bruce Knipp