Colorado Springs is home to the International Fallen Firefighters Memorial. A long wall stands behind the flag poles with all of the names of the brave men and women who gave their lives while trying to save others. The largest entry was for September 11th, 2001.
A bronze firefighter is immortalized in eternal grief for his fallen commerades. Sadly I noticed that along the granite wall were many empty slabs that will some day, all too soon, hold the names of many more firefighters.
I was not directly affected by the tragedy of September 11th but like most Americans it touched my very heart and soul. My thoughts are with the families of all who were lost as a result from the attacks that day, the crew and passengers in the airliners, the workers in the Towers and the Pentagon, the service members and all of the City, State, Federal employees and private citizens who went to their aid.
Soft and gentle is the breeze that lifts the pained and weary from the rubble, whisping away to a place as soft as flower petals upon a grassy hill. Fragrant is the wind, quiet is the night, peaceful is the sleep. I do not fear death for it cannot hurt as much as life. But life is worth the pain. I do believe this.