Dear Osama bin Laden and all terrorists, This is a letter to put you on alerts list, Americans and the world WILL awaken, from our hurts mist. You have not begun to see us at our UNITED best Keep looking over your shoulder because we will not rest, until zero terrorists number in any home nests. You should be ashamed you allow your leader of wealth, to make you puppets in deaths of stealth. This cowardly act that took and smothered a brother, a sister, a father or mother. DOES NOT gain you a closer afterlife seat For NO higher being will condone these feats. When will you realize you cannot take away freedoms core, it is not a religion, or pierce of land, itís so very much more It is open minds, and arms that widens the gift of libertyís door. This freedom of prayer, thought and speech, has it own unique beat, That you can never diminish with a dictator seat. All people should be free to live and love By soaring above as individual doves. Let me end by challenging the worlds BEST Move us forward and let us be united in GOAL As we give new meaning to the word REST Remove Every Single Terrorist So as families and friends, we can continue forward our lives of lease to raise our children, in love hope and peace, These are the true innocents of heart Letís begin today with our new start.Christianne Chausse' 9/14/01
I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory. I fly atop the world's tallest buildings. I stand watch in America's halls of justice. I fly majestically over institutions of learning. I stand guard with power in the world. Look up and see me. I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom. I am confident. I am arrogant. I am proud. When I am flown with my fellow banners, My head is a little higher, My colors a little truer. I bow to no one! I am recognized all over the world. I am worshipped - I am saluted. I am loved - I am revered. I am respected - and I am feared. I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy. Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me. I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud. I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free. It does not hurt for I am invincible. I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled in the streets of my country. And when it's done by those Whom I've served in battle - it hurts. But I shall overcome - for I am strong. I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come. When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier, Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.
This page is dated September 2001