9.11 Remember... Not Forgotten

This is a beautiful poem written by my 17 year old son, Grayson Bonds this morning before heading off to school.

Though the fire of one raged a thousand feet high, men and women go back in the cloud, as onlookers craned their necks to the sky, those risking their lives made their country proud. When pieces came falling they held their own ground, their mission was to save those who could be found, thanks to the brave ones and a toast to the lost, we cannot imagine the strength or the cost, 

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