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Celebrating the 4th -"Alan Jackson-Where were you"

Alan Jackson – Where Were You

Lyrics

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children?
Or working on some stage in LA?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor?
Or did you just sit down and cry?

Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below?

Did you burst out with pride
For the red white and blue
And the heroes who died just doing what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is Love

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Teaching a class full of innocent children?
Or driving down some cold interstate?
Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor?
In a crowded room did you feel alone?
Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her?
Did you dust off that Bible at home?
Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened?
Close your eyes and not go to sleep?
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages?
Speak with some stranger on the street?
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow?
Go out and buy you a gun?
Did you turn off that violent home movie you're watching
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns?
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers?
Stand in line and give your own blood?
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family?
Thank God you had somebody to love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is Love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, Hope and Love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is Love

And the greatest is Love
And the greatest is Love

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?

posted by RichiesMom

How did I miss this post? I was in the teachers' room between periods. When the first plane hit, We all figured it was an accident. When the second plane hit, we knew it was an attack. At first the administration told us we were not to tell the students what had happened. We had to teach for about 2 hours under those instructions. It wasn't easy, especially after the Pentagon was also attacked. But then, parents started phoning their kids, and the powers that be reversed their decision, and we began to tell the students what had happened in the United States of America that beautiful, sunny, horrible, dark day in New York City. Just like November 22, 1963, I will never forget exactly where I was and what I was doing when the world changed for me.

But, I think the Fourth is a day that we celebrate the increible resilience of our country. We have suffered the"slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" countless times, and have not only survived, we have prevailed. Things look a bit bleak for many on the good old USA right now, but that is when the spirit that built America is usually strongest.So, while it may be jingoistic(and a couple of days late) here's a fittting post for the 4th:(and for any of you serving our country,thanks a bunch!)

posted by lizzy55
5 months ago

My dad would always stand and put his hand on his heart when the red, white, and blue passed by in a parade. Because the Woodstock generation lived with the heart ache of Vietnam it took some years for me to understand the emotion my parents had wrapped around the flag and the patriots of our country.

I’m older now. My first marriage was to a Vietnam Vet whose life has been nothing but heartache, trials and tribulation. He simply never recovered from 18 months in Vietnam. The boy who left for that war returned home a tragic, broken man. Moreover, as I looked around, and listened closely to their stories, I began to realize that the Vietnam Vets deserved no less than any other vets of other wars. Sadly accolades and recognition for their gallant efforts came. . .often to late to save their tortured souls.

Now Iraq. . .

I’m not sure when it happened, or how old I was. . .but I started getting cold chills when the flag passed by or when I listened to songs from folks such as Lee Greenwood, Tim McGraw, Alan Jackson and so many others. For many years, I was a “closest patriot.” Not any more. The generation of our parents, left us with and obligation to honor all who serve our country. . There is no better day to celebrate their service and courage than July 4.

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