Hello everyone I am not dead yet. I have been busy with school and work. Also my word stopped working. This is another 9/11 fic.

Alfred we were all scared and hurt

America Alfred F. Jones your sprit pulses through us.

We can feel your heart beat. We see our sky clear, true, and straight like your blue eyes.

We see the sand of our golden beaches like your golden locks.

You America, who was born of thought and ideas

Resilient like rubber

Over confident to the fault

The golden ball on of energy that gives all life

One day that was clear on September when Virgo rose they tried to strike you our sprit down. But they couldn't my American friends America is not one to die or curl up and run and hide in corridors.

He is a fighter who fought strong for his freedom so he hands us this freedom.

So he hands us freedom and fight

He is brave at the worst of times when darkness washes over the country and no light is found he is brave.

So he hands us this.

He has lived hard off the land and in factories he and there, he works hard

So he hands us this

At times America, that boy, knows he is right he can feel it so he is confident

So he hands us this

He has helped save other nations and regular people so he is hero

So he hands us this

America has loved and loves his brothers, sisters, lovers, friends, and people

So he hands us this

I can see him faintly sometimes in the hot sun like a mirage he is here then gone in the wild winds he whispers to us all he has given us. But, in my heart which beats with his we can all feel his sprit in us. For sure on that tragic day he was there with those passengers on those planes. He was there in all does building He was there with the firemen and police too. He was there sitting down watching 9/11 with us.

He is here still with us forever our sprit

To all who served and died on that and to their family and friends my condolence

I wanted to something like this but I really hate the way it turned out if it is offensive I will just delete and I think it is a bit off.