Dedicated to First Responders Everywhere
On the Eleventh of September
In the Year Two Thousand One
America lay wounded
In the smoke-filled morning sun.
It was a day of horror
To sear the very soul-
It was a day when Heroes
Like Todd Beamer cried : “ Let’s roll !”
In the blazing World Trade Towers
Where so many people died,
Some thirty thousand lives were spared
Because Heroes rushed inside.
A civilian, Chuck Costello
Was one who heard the Call:
He was not paid to risk his life,
But he bravely risked it all.
He rushed to the fierce inferno:
Pulled people out of Hell ;
And he went back – time and time again
Till the great South Tower fell.
Though he died an unsung Hero
May his memory live on-
Till the Great Clock chimes its final note
And the Human Race is gone !
Chuck Costello, of Old Bridge, NJ - a Navy veteran- was a family friend -best man at my daughter's wedding- and is still missed.
I received this comment from a relative:
"Chuck died the way he lived. So much of his life was spent doing good deeds that went unsung until he died. He should be an example to all of us by reminding us to help each other without expecting recognition. May he rest in peace and by his example live on in each of us. His widow's aunt and uncle, Pat and Don Schipf. Thanks for writing such a lovely poem. "
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