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Two years later -- 2003-09-11
 
So it's been two years now. The time has gone by quickly. But, the memories still remain in my heart, just below the surface. Scratch the surface and those feelings come pouring out, like a flood of tears.

Less we forget that this tragety is a personal one. It wasn't only two towers falling to the ground that day, but people dying in a most horrific way. I invite you to get to know some of those who perished on the New York Times page called "Portraits of Grief." Because these attacks were much more than an attack on a pair of buildings. They were an attack on the people of this great country.

The terrorist have already lost. They fight for an unjust cause, and they fight for it like cowards. They have no honor. As long as we stand up and defend the rights of the individual we will have enemies. I would rather die breathing one last free breath, than to live a hundred years under the control of religious zealots that believe killing innocent people will afford them 70 virgins in some made-up heaven.

We should now turn our attention to righting the wrongs done to us by these people who would attack us, and our way of life. I think the words of Abraham Lincoln are apropos at this time.

The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.

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