The day that my generation 1% who served the Great Republic will never forget September 11, 2001 a rememberance

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1. 'A common field one day. A field of honor forever.' The story of United Flight 93. What would you have done? 2. The boy next door... the best of the Great Republic. You sleep easy through the night because of him... and millions like him. A Tribute! 3. What doth God want? The most profound question we must ask. Of U.S. Ambassador John Christopher Stevens and his three colleagues. An elegy. Our conundrum.

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'A common field one day. A field of honor forever.' The story of United Flight 93. What would you have done?
By Dr. Jeffrey Lant This is a story of pathos, sadness, tragedy, of lives cut short too soon. But most of all it is the story of everyday people, your neighbors, friends and colleagues, who, without warning or preparation , became heroes. It is a story that makes me proud to be an American... and should make you proud, too. And it all took place over the gentle farmland of Pennsylvania, which has known heroes before. But none like these... An ordinary day. Ten years ago, September 11, 2001 was an ordinary day for the passengers and crew of United Airlines' scheduled morning transcontinental flight across the United States from Newark International Airport in Newark, New Jersey, to San Francisco International Airport in California. Or at least they thought it would be ordinary. And so they got up, got ready and went about their business thinking only of the usual things that distinguish everyday life... little knowing that, for each, they would never have the gift of an ordinary day ever again. Nor would the Great Republic they planned to traverse from sea to shining sea. Everything, absolutely everything, was about to be different. The imam of unimaginable hate, Osama bin Laden. The evil genius behind the events of September 11, including the fate of Flight 93, was a man of profound, unfathomable hate. In his fetid brain arose the idea of inflicting massive pain on innocent people who had never done him any wrong. Acting as the vicegerent of his malevolent God, he degreed death, pain, mayhem, and a universal longing to know the answer to one insistent question, "Why?" It is a question that will reverberate down the corridors of human history, but we shall never really know... Everything was normal, ordinary, expected... for the last time. Seven crew members were there to do their jobs, Captain Jason Dahl, First Officer LeRoy Homer, Jr., and flight attendants Lorraine Bay, Sandra Bradshaw, Wanda Green, CeeCee Lyles, and Deborah Walsh. Thirty three passengers did what passengers on early morning flights do, preparing for a long day of effortless travel that leaves you, upon arrival, exhausted. But there were others on this flight, 4 agents of doom, 4 agents of bin Laden... misguided, zealous, reflecting the hate and purpose of their malicious, misdirected leader. And these 4 were so misguided and warped by the noisome message of that leader that they selected death with him... rather than life without. This selection made them dangerous... as the world was about to discover. Late for eternity. Just a few minutes before scheduled take-off time of 8 a.m. the doors closed on what was no longer an aircraft but a coffin soon to be air born. Airport congestion delayed take-off and delayed it again, until at 8:42 a.m. they at last ascended, to a destiny not even the hijackers could imagine. And so the last moments of normality ticked away for the people on Flight 93. But they were already gone for the people of America and the world. Flight 111 had already been commandeered... .Flight 175 was being hijacked.... Flight 77 was still climbing normally and would be hijacked in 9 minutes. http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 4 of 13

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As the attacks began, air traffic officials began issuing warnings through the Aircraft Communication Addressing and Reporting System (ACARS). Ed Ballinger, the United flight dispatcher, began sending text cockpit warnings to United Airlines flights at 9:19 a.m., after he became aware of the second World Trade Center impact by Flight 175. At 9:22, after learning of the events at the World Trade Center, LeRoy Homer's wife, Melody, had an ACARS message sent to her husband in the cockpit asking if he was okay. But neither LeRoy Homer nor anyone else was okay... as the day now rushed forward from crisis to tragedy... At 9:24 a..m. Flight 93 received Ballinger's ACARS warning, "Beware any cockpit intrusion -- two a/c (aircraft) hit World Trade Center." Flight 93 sent two more normal messages, the second at 9:27 a.m. ... But at 9:28 a.m. "normal" ended... and the high destiny of Flight 93 and all within her commenced. Flights 11 and 175 had already crashed into the World Trade Center; Flight 77 was within minutes of striking the Pentagon. And the passengers and crew of Flight 93 were on the threshold of eternity, soon to show the nation and the world what good people could do when circumstances required... as they did when the hijackers, at a time which cannot be determined, took control of the aircraft, turning it into a weapon of mass destruction. Where were they taking Flight 93? Osama bin Laden was a man who understood the power of symbols and so he directed his minions to attack targets of immense significance, the World Trade Center, the Pentagon... and either the Capitol or White House (just where is not precisely known). Either would have swelled not only the casualties but the psychic pain the nation would be forced to feel and deal with. And all that stood between bin Laden and the achievement of his objective was 40 ordinary people who had just lost control of the aircraft... Imagine what these people were thinking as the pace of events forced them to make like-changing decisions at the fastest possible rate. They first probably thought that going along with what the hijackers wanted would be the most sensible and prudent course. But as they learned from cell phone and other messages coming in from loved ones, they realized the hijackers weren't interested in negotiation... They had a hideous mission to perform. And this meant the passengers and crew were faced with a moral dilemma of the first order: to counter attack and seize the cockpit and the plane... or do nothing. Either way they had just moments to decide... and no prospect of opting out whatsoever. They voted for action. At this, the touchstone of their lives, these ordinary people cast in the most extraordinary event, did a simple thing that showed how far superior they were to the hijackers who had forced themselves upon them. Instead, they voted on what should be done and democratically decided upon action, by rushing their captors. "Let's roll." And so people who had perhaps never done an extraordinary deed in their lives or even wanted to made a decision out of their free will, to fight for their lives and to thwart bin Laden and his sinister schemes... even unto the cost of these lives. Passenger Todd Beamer shouted the words which initiated the action, thrilling America with a quintessentially American phrase that made us proud, "Let's roll!" And so they did, fighting for control of the aircraft, for their lives, and to stop the hijackers. At 10.03 a.m. when at 563 miles per http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 5 of 13

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hour at a 40 degree nose-dive, they crashed into the ground, not merely killing but obliterating plane and people alike, they achieved their objective and entered into the blessed pantheon of those who gave their lives for the good of others. The newest national park, Shanksville, Pennsylvania. September 10, 2011 former presidents George W. Bush and Bill Clinton along with 4,000 people gathered to recognize the valiant actions of the most ordinary people who, because it was needed, did the most extraordinary of deeds and achieved the most sublime fate, leaving us with a question that troubles and unsettles us, "What would you have done?" Let us hope this, America's newest national park, not only shows us what others did at such a moment but inspires and fortifies us for our own rendezvous with destiny, for in such a turbulent world as ours it could happen anytime at any place.

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The boy next door... the best of the Great Republic. You sleep easy through the night because of him... and millions like him. A Tribute!
The boy next door... the best of the Great Republic. You sleep easy through the night because of him... and millions like him. A Tribute! Author's program note. When was the last time you considered the state of our Great Republic and did anything -- anything at all -- to sustain and improve it? If you cannot immediately say and cannot recall what you did, if you have nothing but rancorous thoughts and feelings about our continuing great experiment in the governance and well being of mankind, then stop and focus your full, undivided attention on this article and its subject: Howard Hector Martell, Jr. For this day, like every other day over the past 20 years, Howard Martell has served us... you, me, the Great Republic, all of us able to live life as we wish because of him and his colleagues in every great service of our great nation. To set the stage for this story, to provide the essential sound, I have selected music from one of the greatest public affairs programs ever -- "Victory at Sea." It is a documentary television series about naval warfare during World War II that was originally broadcast by NBC in 1952-1953. The stirring music was composed by Richard Rodgers and Robert Russell Bennett. Rodgers, well known for a string of iconic Broadway musicals, contributed 13 "themes"; short piano compositions a minute or two in length. Bennett did the scoring, transforming Rodger's themes into a variety of moods, all designed to touch your heart and fire your imagination. The result was pure magic. Find out for yourself. Go now to any search engine. Listen to a few of the "themes" to get you started. I like "Hard Work and Horseplay", "Theme of the Fast Carriers" and, of course, "The Song of the High Seas." However, to honor Howard Martell, listen to "Guadalcanal March." It is the essence of what a grand march should be... the kind of march Howard has so well earned... I'm playing it now as I write. New London. New London, Connecticut is a seaport city and a port of entry on the northeast coast of the United States. It is located at the mouth of the Thames River which locals demand you pronounce to rhyme with "James", unlike the great river of London, England which rhymes with 'hems". The folks in New London insist upon their rendering; after all, they were part of the victorious Revolution that tossed the Brits out -- and their eccentric pronunciations. As you hear this said, you begin to grasp the fact that New London is not merely a place of picturesque aspects; just what meets the eye. Rather, it is a place where young boys glimpse the great sea at hand, so beckoning, and dream dreams of faraway places and what life can be. Howie Martell was such a boy. He was born June 27,1973, attended local schools, graduating from Griswold High School. People remember him, if they remember him at all, as shy, uncertain; a boy who would smile at you... but only after you had smiled at him. Teachers with many students to instruct would remember him indistinctly and call him "average." But such an appraisal would have been incomplete, inaccurate, failing to capture his essence, for this boy was a dreamer of great dreams... and New London, for centuries the home port of audacious mariners, offered him the means to live them, mere dreams no longer. On August 10, 1992, just 19, he left the comfort of family, friends, the only place he had ever http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 7 of 13

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known, placing his future in the hands of strangers who would, in due course and short order, become comrades, a word civilians may know but so seldom understand. And so Howard Martell entered the service of the Great Republic, discovering a destination more important than any of the 48 countries he came to visit. He found himself... and became a man. From this point, his resume tells the story... it is all USN, the resume of a man who studied hard, knew his business -- the Great Republic's business -- and was esteemed by superiors who always found him ready to assist, eager to learn, and above all trustworthy and responsible. In the process a man was shaped who was the complete Navy professional, respected by all, able to be, as events required, a man who could lead, a man who would be loyal, a man you wanted on your team, because he (and this touches the heart of this man) always stood for the success of his team, never just his own. As people came to know him, they saw this... and admired the man who put collective success above mere personal gain. Thus the Navy took Howard Martell, once a shy boy no one could quite remember, to its heart. He received one deserved honor after another... Navy Good Conduct Medal... six times... Navy & Marine Corps Achievement Medal... four times... Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary Medal... Iraq Campaign Medal... two times. And most telling of all a plaque from his fellow First Class Petty Officers who thereby saluted one of their own. He was indeed the complete Navy man... a man who twenty years before had made the right decision. The need for service in the age of selfishness. It is a truism that older citizens will engage in endless rodomontades which detail the innumerable outrages perpetrated by the young against society. How they are ill-educated, lazy, unkempt, unclean of body and language. How they cannot be depended upon... how they flout all established behavior, video game obsessed wastrels who cannot be trusted and will never amount to a hill of beans. Thus goes the jeremiad; you can catch a whiff of it whenever two adults of fifty or so gather. From the very start of the first civilization each man steps into this argument in his maturity, as easily as he dons casual clothes. It is one of the perqs of aging, and no senior citizen will ever give up this sacred right to pontificate. I shall not give it up either and so I give you some pungent thoughts on the matter of service, a concept that alternates between being an afterthought and the salvation of the nation. What we require is calm reflection and sensible policies on the matter. And so I choose to use my words not to grumble but to exhort... to touch a shy boy or girl reading this article and help them both select the responsible path, the path trod by Howard Martell and generations of young people before... the path of service... and the abiding need of the Great Republic for... you! Young friend, our way of governance, our core beliefs, the very future of our noble enterprise is not only challenged, but at risk. You have a choice -- mindless dissipation and decay, or personal development and redemption through the bestowal of your time, mind and heart to the pressing affairs of the Great Republic. In short, you can ignobly remain part of the problem, or become infinitely more valuable as part of the solution. There is nothing neutral about this decision. It is of the greatest possible consequence and can only be made by you. A great idea, the greatest notion of statecraft ever propounded, the Great Republic itself awaits your verdict, hopeful, expectant, confident. Howie Martell made the right choice. Will you? ... And now it is time to end Howard's military career with all the pomp and circumstance he has earned... and which a grateful Navy can provide. Stand forward Petty Officer First Class Howard Hector Martell, Jr.. For your service, your nation, your friends, family and comrades mean to honor you before the world in due recognition for what you have so abundantly given... above all the gift of loyalty and fidelity to a great institution so http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 8 of 13

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needed by this great nation. And so through each of the hallowed retirement traditions all Naval personnel know so well... until this event, at once festive and solemn, reaches the Shadow Box. This is a symbol of a sailor's many career accomplishments and recognitions. Shadow boxes contain a U.S. flag folded into a triangle, ribbons and medals, insignia and revered devices. They act as a reminder of ranks earned by the retiree and the awards received. It is a mark of the highest honor and cherished accordingly. Yours, Howard, comes complete with the unqualified gratitude of the nation you have served so well... none better... and the sincere thanks of us all. May God grant you sunshine and a fair wind to your many ports of call still to come. Envoi. End this article by returning to any search engine and playing the "Victory at Sea" theme. It remains glorious.

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What doth God want? The most profound question we must ask. Of U.S. Ambassador John Christopher Stevens and his three colleagues. An elegy. Our conundrum.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author's program note. When the news flashed from Benghazi that His Excellency J. Christopher "Chris" Stevens along with three members of his staff had been killed, I wept. For Chris Stevens, for his family, for the people of Libya whom he had served so well and for the Great Republic itself, its most sacred and adamant principles challenged and outraged by those whose beliefs deemed this tragedy not murder but just service to Eternal God from whom all blessings flow. Thus as we mourn, we are forced to consider how vast the chasm between God's peoples has become.... so that the premature and carefully planned deaths of four good people is reckoned a tragedy by some, a measure of righteous judgement and the vengeance of God by others. And so we stand, again, at the cross roads where God and Man intersect, a fearsome place where fools rush in and angels fear to tread, the place where one profound query is asked over and over again, without surcease, "What doth Thou want, O Lord?" And whilst all claim certainty in their answers, certainty is the one thing there is not; rather there is pain, conflict, confusion, bafflement, derision, and no serenity whatsoever. And so while man struggles to perceive, to understand, to resolve, good people die in their own blood, so proving (if more proof be needed) we are yet untold leagues from an answer. And thus are the people, God's people, confounded and bereft. Count Folke Bernadotte. (1895-1948). Folke Bernadotte, prince of the royal Swedish house of Bernadotte, was born the grandson of a king, Oscar II. He was the son of Count Oscar Bernadotte of Wisborg. During World War II, he did not use his nation's neutrality to live comfortably while avoiding responsibility. Instead he negotiated for the release of some 31,000 prisoners (many Jews) from German concentration camps, including 450 Danish Jews from Theresienstadt released 14 April 1945, just days before VE Day, 8 May 1945. As the end of war grew nigh, this Count of Wisborg knew no rest, for if war waned, hunger, sickness and despair did not. Such a great humanitarian might have lived comfortably and in honor for the rest of his life. No one would have disputed such a decision. Instead, having been unanimously chosen by the Security Council of the new United Nations as mediator in the Arab-Israeli conflict of 1947-1948 he took up one of the great questions of all time; how to secure lasting peace and harmony in the unforgiving Holy Land. While he labored for this elusive result, a commitment he made to suffering humanity, no scintilla of self-interest, others worked to eradicate this good man. They reckoned that annihilating this universally known symbol of disinterested humanity would secure immediate worldwide attention, thereby advancing their cause; the cause of a selfish few, against the profound desire for peace of all the rest, in all their millions. Thus was Folke Bernadotte, humanitarian, benefactor, giver, marked for death by the militant Zionist group Lehi, in the persons of Natan Yellin-Mor, Yisrael Eldad and Yitzhhak Shamir, who was later to become Prime Minister of Israel. And so Jews for the "highest and best" of reasons slew the great deliverer of Jews, the great outrage being committed (as always) in the name of God. Thus was a beneficent royal prince, born in a palace, murdered in Jerusalem, God's own city, 17 September 1948; those who did the heinous deed walked in confident sanctimony, certain in the knowledge that they knew what God enjoined, and had with a gun at point-blank range rendered His http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 10 of 13

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knowledge that they knew what God enjoined, and had with a gun at point-blank range rendered His infallible judgement to a world which still had, even in those days of general anguish and despair, the time and will for outrage, disdain, and condemnation. For God's message to them was altogether different, yet equally resonant. And so the Great Question, "What doth Thou desire, O Great Jehovah?" was answered by all in their own way, to the satisfaction of each and the rage of all the rest. "The Innocence of Muslims", a film, an exercise in freedom, a provocation, a justification, perhaps a cause, perhaps a pretense for murder. In July, 2012 a Youtube account in the name of one Sam Bacile began to publish excerpts of a film entitled "The Innocence of Muslims." It was designed to mock Muslims and the Prophet Mohammed. By all accounts it was designed (always under the guise of "informing") to incite, to insult, to infuriate. It was a toxic cocktail concocted by a mixed group of Coptic Christians, Jews, other Christian activists and Americans of Middle Eastern origin. All had axes to grind. All had mixed motives. All had past grievances, real or perceived, to avenge. All, wherever they came from and whatever their point of view, knew in their hearts they were doing God's work, however incendiary, insolent, and outrageous. For with such Godly folk, no deed, none whatever, however flagrant can be anything other than righteous. Thus, every sin in the calendar is committed with equanimity and confident assurance that it is good and true, sanctioned by the One God and True. An ambassador dies, September 11, 2012, just 52 years old. It is a long, long way from the calm and gracious amplitude of Grass Valley, California to the storied, pernicious "shores of Tripoli", yet such was the arc of Chris Stevens' life, a life curtailed on a day already marked and forever sanctified by the premature deaths of other innocents. As I write I am surrounded by pictures of this good man, good servant of the Great Republic. They make it clear he carried into his early middle age more than a vestige of boyish good looks, tousled hair, toothy smile, a golden boy, welcoming, a man who knew the secret of making friends and influencing people; all put to work in the service of the nation... and the service of the world. He moved up in his career by mastering the tortuous realities of the most dangerous lands on Earth, the nations and peoples of the Middle East, rising in due course to become the tenth U.S. Ambassador to Libya whose people found in him an unabashed supporter of their freedom, liberty, safety and security. His friendship was a matter of heart, not merely policy, and the Libyans responded with an amity not usually or lightly given. They liked Chris Stevens and he liked them. What happened next; a murky chronology. As with so many matters involving the Middle East and Arab world, the proximate cause of this affair is unclear. Did the fatal chain of events commence in Cairo after a frenzied mob, outraged by "The Innocence of Muslims" attacked the U.S. embassy? Or, more likely, was it a well planned, well orchestrated attack by terrorists, reminding the world that our day of reverence and mourning is their day of triumph and exultation? Either way when the sun set on September 11, 2012 four more worthy souls lay dead, Ambassador Stevens; IT specialist Sean Smith; and two experienced and highly decorated Navy SEALs, Glen "Bub" Doherty and Tyrone Woods. Flags lowered, a President's pledge, words of obloquy, words of mournful farewell, and the Greatest Question still unanswered. So often have these events occurred that we all know their consequences by heart. How Old Glory is lowered to half-staff in sad observance. How the President emerges to pledge vengeance and justice for the victims. How he and other high officials eulogize the dead, the best of us. How imprecations, curses, anathemas and maledictions are hurled at the perpetrators of so much pain and misery who http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 11 of 13

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return the same with interest added. And how, through it all, as good people die for naught, the Great Question of our species abides unanswered "O God! What doth Thou want and why do You torment Thy good people so?" Now go to any search engine and find "Taps" and think well upon its every word as you ponder, "Day is done, gone the sun... God is nigh...."

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About the Author Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Jeffrey Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Howard Martell http://HomeProfitCoach.com.

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