jbhose@netzero.net
FLIGHT 93
Come, come America and fly with me
With the brave on Flight 93.
Live with them through terror and fright,
Then wisdom, patriotism and fight.
It was said that three would lead,
To the others they sowed the seed.
Some called their loved ones for goodbyes,
As Flight 93 winged through the skies.
The last that was heard from one cell phone,
They had a plan, one was told at home.
It was those on the ground they had in mind,
So as not to leave more victims behind.
Ready, action, waiting for the brave word,
"Let's Roll" on the cell phone was last heard.
I suppose they rushed the galley guard,
With no weapons it had to be hard.
They must have wrestled that terrorist to the floor,
Then with great courage charged the cockpit door.
I have in my mind the fight that ensued,
With courage and greatness that can't be viewed.
They died not in vain as they plummeted from above,
As their blood was drenched on the land they loved.
Composed 9/15/01 by Jack H. Hose
