Let's roll

This is Sparta

So the anniversary is around us.  Macabre, the way most people remember.  The deaths of so many.  Born from Chaos.

What do I remember?

 "Let's roll."

A group caught in a flight.  They had already heard of the what had happened to the towers twin.  Thy would not go down like lemmings.  They were born men... so free. They would die, as men so free.  A charge of the cockpit.  A hope against hope.  As the plane plummeted to the earth, they may die, but the enemy would be denied.  Why?  We are free men.

Bold, brave, cloaked with nothing more than a sense of duty civil servants, firemen, policemen, those paid so little... gave everything.  Running again and again into the halls belching with smoke.  Only one thing in mind, to save, to deprive from the enemy body, by body, those that they tried to destroy. 

We are America.  We are a beacon.  We are the last best hope this world has.  Facing death, facing... the end, without wait.  All to save our brothers, all to save our sisters.  While some became consumed by fear, they charged heedlessly.  To help your brother.  Why such selflessness?  We are free men.

Born...

and bred.

When cornered... we cherished. 

I've chosen my words carefully.

"Let's roll!" defiant cry, as the nose plummets towards the earth.  I was born free, I will die free.

Amoungst the sorrow of 9/11 all I ask is that you take the time to remember, you were born the sons and daughters of those who came before you...

who took on the strongest imperial power in the world...

for a prize as little...

as great...

as freedom.

Smile, smirk as "Let's roll!" defiantly rolls from you tongue.