It will be.
It will be hard to fight a war with those jokers around. Just hope the pres and his staff don't fall in the cracks... ... << Two thousand one, nine eleven
>Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
>As they pass through the gate,
>Thousands more appear in wait
>
>A bearded man with stovepipe hat
>Steps forward saying,
>"Lets sit, lets chat"
>
>They settle down in seats of clouds
>A man named Martin shouts out proud
>"I have a dream!" and once he did
>The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives. "
>
>Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
>Others in khaki, and green then say
>"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
>The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain. "
>
>>From a man on sticks one could hear
>"The only thing we have to fear.
>The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
>trust us sir, we've passed that test. "
>
>"Courage doesn't hide in caves
>You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
>The Newcomers had heard this voice before
>A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
>
>A silence fell within the mist
>Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
>Meant time had come for her to say
>What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
>
>"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
>Watched our children play in sports
>Worked our gardens, sang our songs
>Went to worship and clipped coupons
>
>We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
>Unlike you, great we're not"
>
>The tall man in the stovepipe hat
>Stood and said, "don't talk like that!
>Look at your country, look and see
>You died for freedom, just like me"
>
>Then, before them all appeared a scene
>Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
>Death, destruction, smoke and dust
>And people working just 'cause they must
>
>Hauling ash, lifting stones,
>Knee deep in hell
>But not alone
>
>"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
>Side by side helping their fellow man!"
>So said Martin, as he watched the scene
>"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream. "
>
>Down below three firemen raised
>The colors high into ashen haze
>The soldiers above had seen it before
>On Iwo Jima back in '44
>
>The man on sticks studied everything closely
>Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
>"I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow - but I don't see
fear. "
>
>You left behind husbands and wives
>Daughters and sons and so many lives
>are suffering now because of this wrong
>But look very closely. You're not really gone.
>
>All of those people, even those who've never met you
>All of their lives, they'll never forget you
>Don't you see what has happened?
>Don't you see what you've done?
>You've brought them together, together as one.
>
>With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
>"Take my hand," and from there he led
>five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
>On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.
>
>Author unknown
>
>
> >>
Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
The 'deal with it' wasn't directed at you. It was directed at the PC crowd & media. Sorry. 
