September 2008 -
September Morning
The sun shone bright and the day
began on that September morning,
In just a few short hours it became a
night mare without a warning,
Brave men and women died, a world
stood stunned and only cried,
On that terrible September morning...
And now seven years arrive and we
continue to lose more every day,
The ages roll and the bells still
toll, but the anguish won't go away,
Brave men and women still die, a
world still remembers and cries,
For that terrible September morning…
Gas goes up, jobs go down, and the
world just keeps on spinning,
To work we roll, still paying our
toll, and the devil just keeps on grinning,
Brave men and women still cry, as the
world around them seems to die, On this, another
September morning…
No matter if it's seven or seven
hundred seventy seven, we won't forget,
The pain, the loss and the anger as
the demons of hell rose from their pit,
Brave men and women still cry and
miss our heroes each and every day,
Because this is America, you'll still
find us standing free, On this, and every September
morning…
In this month of the year, I always
drift back to a terrible time that, although certainly
one of the worst tragedies ever on American soil,
brought out thousands of simple acts of heroism. Those
who died, who lost, who tried to help and save and who
answered the call to repay the enemy, their families and
we as a nation are those heroes. For on that day, from
the ashes of terrible tragedy, rose a wounded and
determined spirit of the eagle that represents us as
Americans.
Yes, I know my column usually centers
on music. But, in my heart and soul, and I hope in
yours, is a song of love and a song of remembrance. As I
listened to the radio on that horrible September
morning, I stood there in Charleston, and I was as
scared and full of sorrow as I have ever been. I served
ten proud years in the Army, and I knew at that moment
that my brothers and sisters and their families then
serving would be called to do their jobs. I cried for
the thousands of lives lost and their families and I,
like you I'm sure, felt as if the natural plane of the
world had shifted.
And, regardless of what has happened
since then, or how we each feel about the current
situation, I respectfully submit; that day was full of
heroes whose songs will play forever in each of our
hearts.
And, yes, I do still cry on September
11th. My heart still hurts too. But in that heart, and I
hope in each and every heart of everyone that reads
this, is a song. A simple song that holds us together
and makes us remember with loving memory. Sure, Hank
Williams was a musical hero, as was Elvis and many more.
But, there are many thousands of others that a song of
love is in my heart for this and every day…..those brave
souls that lived, died and gave their all and continue
to, when the two lane became a highway of pain, on that
black September morning.
Brad Moyers of Burnsville, is an eight-year radio
broadcaster, a deeply devoted student of music of
several genres, and writes as a hobby. He offers a
glimpse into the broadcast music business, its history
and happenings, from someone who makes a living doing
what they love. Readers may contact him at brad.moyers@yahoo.com.