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Nine-eleven changed the face of a nation.
Emotions flew with the colors of "Old Glory", Woven with our blood, our souls, and our history. Yesteryear a tragedy, not the fall of freedom. Onward and upward we strive to Rebuild and remember our families; our friends; our countrymen those Kindred spirits now sent to prepare us room.
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