IN MEMORIAM.

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In memory of those people who lost their lives on September the 11 th in New York, all those years ago.A TRAGIC scene that MOST of us around the world watched, unfolding with Horror on a T/V screen.IS IT REAL? IS IT SOME KIND OF WEIRD SICK JOKE? IS IT A PROMOTION OF A DISASTER FILM....??????...NO! IT WAS REAL ,as we all found out through the chaos later, ON Our various news channels around the world.We remember a horror story ...BUT through all the heartbreak and CONFUSION & SUFFERING...we MUST remember the bravery of the firefighters-the emergency services-THE PEOPLE who quietly and stoically behind the scenes..risked and gave their lives up to save others...they were doing their REAL JOB,that they never thought they would have to face in REALITY.From text book proceedures to REAL LIFE TRAGEDY of AN UNIMAGINABLE SCALE,showing such an UNSELFISH DEVOTION TO DUTY with such COURAGE.HOW COULD THEY HAVE KNOWN WHAT WAS FACING THEM ON THAT FATEFUL DAY.

All week leading up to this anniversary of DEATH AND DESTRUCTION...we have all seen various programmes on the news..Like I have in the U/K...documentaries etc.POIGNANT Interviews with people who lost their loved ones etc..the Harrowing LAST phone calls from the courageous passengers on the ill fated plane,to their families ..on that HORRIBLE DAY.,

I respect DEEPLY, OUR Authors decision ..to keep the journal WORD FREE & SILENT..for a few days...as a Mark of Respect...as I respect all the writers who feel the NEED to follow suite,and comtemplate In their own Private Way.

For me THOUGH Personally,after examining my conscience thoroughly )it feels very RIGHT & Proper,to carry on and write a little, albeit, in a Sensitive way,to express feelings and thoughts,in words ,poetry and music.

I HAVE to be myself here, or I have failed in the virtual world.I CAN'T HIDE myself UNDER THE CARPET....so i go by my mood,MY INNER FEELINGS...which I TRUST...100%.

It wasn't till a couple of months later ..that I found out 2 of my actual friends in real life..were deeply affected by this turn of events..having lost dear friends in the world Trade center,business men..in the office.

I would like TO briefly mention,the Catastrophic event of a Terrorist act,that happened in Dec/1988 at Lockerbie,a litte rural town/large village/ NOT too far from where i lived in south/west /Scotland..a place in the county of Dumfriesshire,not far from the English Border.I have passed Lockerbie in a car, a coach,on my way home..hundreds of times over the years....and have been there a few times.

My dear friend Graham ..a policeman /a special constable,IN the Dumfries and Galloway force...was on duty that fateful evening in His region/Newton Stewart Wigtownshire,...approx 70 miles away...when the plane heading from Heathrow to New York, was blown up by a Bomb and crashed down on Lockerbie..they NEEDED all the men they could muster...& he was one of them..AND WHAT HE TOLD ME,of that dark black night..& the weeks after, will stay with me for the rest of my life.

243 passengers -16 crew members and 11 lockerbie people Died,including one whole family who were just simply walking down the street.

I have seen the beautifully kept & poignant Memorial at LOCKERBIE,tenderly honouring the innocent victims memory there.Most of the people on the plane were from America, but of many different nationalities....they were on their way home for Christmas,just about to cross the Atlantic ocean .deep sigh..And there, like 1000's before me..I placed a posy of Scottish Thistles and White /Wild /Dog roses.)I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO....i found it so deeply disturbing almost surreal, walking around the little town..so many years later.

as I read the endless faceless names of each person that had perished

....i just CRIED.

LIKE everyone does.

A PLANE FELL OUT OF THE SKY..ON OUR /SLUMBERING/SAFE AS HOUSES/,sleepy /unknown to the outside world ,QUAINT /MOSTLY BORING ( to the young,little town- A COUNTRY VILLAGE...where nothing much happened from one day to the next.)...SUDDENLY WE WERE FAMOUS.!!.OUR HOUSES WERE NOT SAFE AT ALL....oh !how I WISH WE Could be BORING and safe again...FAME ...IS not all it's cracked up to be....ALL IN THE NAME OF ......WHAT?

Suddenly watching t/v with my Ma AND Daddy..& wee brothers and sisters....seems wonderful to me....OR playing the endless and obligatory games of SCRABBLE. Either way, walking down the street or staying in my safe house...DIDN'T matter in the End, as there was no more house..no more familiar street...at least we were all together.Aye ..that indeed did count for something.

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