Thread: Aussie tribute to 9/11 firefighters

In article <[email protected]> ,
"PeterL." <PeterL.@home.upstairs.in.brissie.aus> wrote:

> http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/q...rupert-mccall-
> to-honour-911-heroesin-new-york-ceremony/story-e6freoof-1225914245152
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> http://tinyurl.com/2cw9z2b
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> A FIRE FIGHTER’S DREAM
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> Rupert McCall 2010

Many tears were shed on that day...
The anniversary is coming up soon.
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Peace! Om

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Omelet <[email protected]> wrote in newsmpomelet-1C2E0E.04402005092010
@news.giganews.com:

> In article <[email protected]> ,
> "PeterL." <PeterL.@home.upstairs.in.brissie.aus> wrote:
>
>> http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/q...e-poet-rupert-
mccall-
>> to-honour-911-heroesin-new-york-ceremony/story-e6freoof-1225914245152
>>
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>> http://tinyurl.com/2cw9z2b
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>> A FIRE FIGHTER’S DREAM
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> <snipped>
>> Rupert McCall 2010
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> Many tears were shed on that day...
> The anniversary is coming up soon.



And Rupert will be there to recite his tribute.

Along with some Aussie 'brothers' from the worldwide fraternity of
Firefighters.




--
Peter Lucas
Brisbane
Australia

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blowenfusen und poppencorken mit spitzensparken. Ist nicht fuer gewerken
bei das dumpkopfen. Das rubbernecken sichtseeren keepen das cotten-
pickenen hans in das pockets muss; relaxen und watchen das
blinkenlichten

PLucas wrote:
> Omelet <[email protected]> wrote in newsmpomelet-1C2E0E.04402005092010
> @news.giganews.com:
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> > In article <[email protected]> ,
> > "PeterL." <PeterL.@home.upstairs.in.brissie.aus> wrote:
> >
> >> http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/q...e-poet-rupert-
> mccall-
> >> to-honour-911-heroesin-new-york-ceremony/story-e6freoof-1225914245152
> >>
> >>
> >> http://tinyurl.com/2cw9z2b
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> >>
> >> A FIRE FIGHTER�S DREAM
> >>
> > <snipped>
> >> Rupert McCall 2010
> >
> > Many tears were shed on that day :-((((((((((((((
> > The anniversary is coming up soon.
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>
>
> And Rupert Murdock will be there to recite his tribute.
>
> Along with some Aussie 'brothers' from the worldwide fraternity of
> Firefighters and allied bakers
> --
> Peter Lucas
> Brisbane
> Australia
>
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May I be so ballsy as to inquire as to the point of your post?
{rolleyes)

I can only imagine it was to demenstrate that you have mastered the
art
of opening that cheap nasty booze without the aid of a deformed
toothless
shrivelled mut from the pound thats is still trying to dig its way out
from the mental bird droppings dropping from the species above it .

Well Done!

Please make sure to tell us when you can tie your own shoe laces.

Since your beginning on the forum, Trash key, the merits of
euthanasia and birth control now make far more sense. <wink>

Thanks for that, as I now know who prompted the thought process.
<redface>

Bask in your moment of delusianal percieved glory and look forward to
a
life in a specimen jar as the medical students gasp and say in unison:

''What the hell is that! _eek_razz

The cockroaches then torch themselves... [Exeunt]
And if a funnel web spider bit you ---you would get done over for
cruelty to funnel webs
Priceless...


--
Peter Lucas
Brisbane
Australia

PeterL. wrote:
> http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/q...rupert-mccall-
> to-honour-911-heroesin-new-york-ceremony/story-e6freoof-1225914245152
>
>
> http://tinyurl.com/2cw9z2b
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> A FIRE FIGHTER’S DREAM
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> His voice boomed like a beacon and it echoed in my soul
>
> From the land of opportunity, reverberations roll
>
> All across the mighty sea to where the Southern Cross stars gleam
>
> I was listening…and I heard it…when he said…I have a dream…
>
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> And the dream I had was beautiful – what more could someone pray
>
> Than to wake up in the middle of a perfect summer’s day?
>
> An aqua blue-like canopy pays tribute to the skies
>
> And there I see this young kid with a hero in his eyes
>
> The hero is a humble man and not the type to shirk
>
> A proudly spoken fire-fighter on his way to work
>
> His profession is his passion, his adrenalin, his spark
>
> The hat he wears to battle is his way to make a mark
>
> And waving from a window, now the boy begins to cry
>
> You see the hero is his father…and he hates to say goodbye
>
>
> And the dream I had was terrible, from nowhere they appear
>
> Monsters in the New York sky that choke the day with fear
>
> It can’t be real – the questions burn with why and who and how?
>
> Go and turn your TV on…please…just do it now…
>
> An evil cloak in plumes of smoke replaces freedom’s gown
>
> The flames reveal their secret truth – the world is falling down
>
> Falling, sprawling, screaming, calling, crying as they go
>
> A fire fighter grabs his hat and flies to meet his foe
>
> Forward into battle now – he hears a church’s bell
>
> Forward into no man’s land - Forward into hell
>
>
> And the dream I had was powerful – the best of humankind
>
> Courage is a heartfelt word not easily defined
>
> It doesn’t equal ‘fearless’ as some sideline experts claim
>
> No…courage is ‘to be scared…but to go on just the same’
>
> To rally in the moment then to rise and climb the stairs
>
> To save as many people as an act of courage dares
>
> To dig and dig then dig some more – to be there for your mates
>
> To look your leader in the eye and know the end awaits
>
> Underneath the carnage, when the count is done and said
>
> The only thing recovered is his hat of ‘firey’ red
>
>
> And the dream I had was personal – I’ve put my kids to sleep
>
> But the images still haunt me and reality cuts deep
>
> I see the faces of the fallen – the tape forever runs
>
> I see the mothers and the brothers and the sisters and the sons
>
> And the comrades and the colleagues, they are never to return
>
> But for every face, a candle…and tonight, that flame will burn
>
> It burns for something precious – something every hero gave
>
> It illuminates ‘ground zero’ and commemorates the brave
>
> Of religion, race and rivalry, it burns across that scope
>
> It is pure in its simplicity – tonight, it burns for hope
>
>
> Yes the dream we share IS hopeful in our darkest hour of hours
>
> Beams of light now kiss the sky where, once, we saw two towers
>
> Of this, be strong and steadfast - Of this, stand tall and say -
>
> There are some things that an enemy can never take away
>
> I can feel it through the flag that flies, defiant in the gloom
>
> I can see it through the window where a boy waits in his room
>
> He is waiting for his hero, still, to walk back through that door
>
> The hat he holds is scuffed and scratched but this, he knows for sure
>
> One day he will wear that hat and pride will reign supreme
>
> Because his father’s gift was freedom and for that…he has a dream…
>
> Rupert McCall 2010
>
Very evocative. Thank you.

--
Jean B.