The Heroes Of Flight 93

The Heroes of Flight 93 Poem is about the hijacking of United Flight 93 on September 11th, 2001 by four al-Qaeda terrorists. Flight 93 crashed into a field near Shanksville, PA during an attempt of many brave passengers to regain control of the plane. These brave passengers potentially saved many lives.

© Rudolph 2009 

Heroes of Flight 93 – by Christopher Rudolph

United Flight 93 took off from Newark

on a routine flight.

Nobody imagined that soon

they would all have to fight.


With four terrorists aboard

9/11 would be a tragic day.

Our country gained heroes,

but with their lives they had to pay.


Osama Bin Laden

the leader and the brains

of Al-Qaeda terrorists

would attack with four planes.


Although planes in the US

they certainly did lack

Their scheme was to take them

by means of hijack.


The terrorists struck

with three muscle freaks

and one trained pilot.

Oh, the havoc they would wreak.


The attendants and pilots

were forced to submit.

Soon the terrorists had taken

control of the cockpit. 


Passengers cell phoned loved ones

of news filled with gloom.

For they were fearful

the flight would end in doom. 


By now the other targets

had already been struck.

It was all too clear

that Flight 93 was out of luck.


Their friends and family

told them about their position.

The plane was on

a mad suicide mission.


Either way they were

all going to die.

What should they do

just let it happen standing by?


They decided to vote

practicing their last act of democracy.

Should they rush the cockpit?

For they knew the target was in D.C.


They all decided

to stage a daring attack

in a last ditch effort

to gain control back.


They rushed quickly and fierce

with strong men in the lead.

They fought heroically.

Oh, how profusely they did bleed.


They had no weapons

and fought only with their hands

Against great odds

they were fighting for their land.


The pilot Jarrah

steered the plane forth and back.

in a last ditch effort

to thwart their attack. 


But too many had fought their 

way to the front.

Then the cockpit was breached

and they quickly put an end to this evil stunt.


For the might of right

is a force that can’t be stopped.

They forced the plane down fast.

At a 40 degree angle it dropped. 


In Stonycreek Township, PA it exploded

and all had been slain.

In a crater, smoke, and mushroom cloud

these heroes did not die in vain.


They saved many other people

from certain death,

and so the bravest of souls

breathed in their last breaths.


For in the land of the brave

you will come to see.

that America is blessed

but freedom isn’t free.


For those passengers 

their sacrifice was real.

They paid with their lives for us,

and we honor them with a cross of steel.


Mounted upon a pentagon shape

at a Shanksville, PA, department of fire.

Made from World Trade Center steel,

for us it will forever inspire.  

                       By – Christopher Rudolph

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