Nothing to see here,
which forces us to look.
Move along,
makes us dawdle more.
You’ll soon forget,
which of course we won’t.
The details are not what you think,
but, of course, they are exactly so.
History is in the past,
which means it’s here to last.
The future is now ours,
but what is there to see here?
“The Victors“ is the fight song of the University of Michigan (UM) written and composed by UM student Louis Elbel in 1898. The song was first played publicly by John Philip Sousa and his band. It was written after Michigan won a last minute, 12 to 11 victory for the “Western Conference title” over University of Chicago in 1898 and on a train ride home to Ann Arbor. Elbel felt the school needed a dignified fight song.
During World War I, both German and French military bands played the song. The U.S. 125th Infantry Band played the song in 1918 as Michigan troops entered captured Germany. Gerald Ford, 38th President of the United States often had the Navy Band play The Victors instead of Hail to the Chief prior to state visits and events.
Lyrics courtesy of University of Michigan (most of us only learned the chorus section):
Far we their praises sing
For the glory and fame they’ve bro’t us
Loud let the bells them ring
For here they come with banners flying
Far we their praises tell
For the glory and fame they’ve bro’t us
Loud let the bells them ring
For here they come with banners flying
Here they come, Hurrah!
Hail! to the victors valiant
Hail! to the conqu’ring heroes
Hail! Hail! to Michigan
the leaders and best
Hail! to the victors valiant
Hail! to the conqu’ring heroes
Hail! Hail! to Michigan,
the champions of the West!
We cheer them again
We cheer and cheer again
For Michigan, we cheer for Michigan
We cheer with might and main
We cheer, cheer, cheer
With might and main we cheer!
Hail! to the victors valiant
Hail! to the conqu’ring heroes
Hail! Hail! to Michigan,
the champions of the West!
On those so very cold Sunday
mornings in the winter of my youth,
we had to look just right.
My colic was twice-pasted down,
only to pop up later, or so I know from
the fingers licked and repasting in the pew.
Ours was chaos of the moment.
For the day, sister’s hair in bows,
I would dress her in stockings and
patent leather shoes too,
as mother chased brother
into his Sunday attire.
And father would escape into the cold
to warm the car… it seemed so thoughtful
and yet we never said thank you.
But I too, wished I could escape,
into that moment of quiet and solitude
just to welcome the cold.
Naming everything is a must
without, how would we trust
our dreams to have meaning,
our memories to be seeming
to fade in confusion of twilight’s
gray on gray failing timeless sights.
For we are seeking future’s past
not knowing how long it may last,
challenging the questions of mind
in the greatest of moments we find
ourselves labeling and tagging
our life memories, and nagging
regrets of unrequited dreams
if we could but name it, it seems.
man is a part of nature and nature has its reflection in human emotions…
For do we not assign emotion
of the raging storm,
the angry wind,
the hope of sunrise,
the glory of sunset,
the lover’s moon, and
the wonder of the stars
in order to make nature
one with our human emotions?
Nature must care … because we are part
of nature, and she would be boring without us.
We used to be sweet
We used to be neat
in rows carefully tended,
with boughs often mended.
It was our pleasure to yield
fruit by the ton in this field.
A few of us knotted remain
Singing a song with sad refrain
Producing an apple here and there
For only the birds that sing and share
our lonely existence of memories and pride
of the red sweetness that lingers deep inside.
This speech is remarkable in how he captured the past, and the pain of the time, the heroism, the patriotism, and brought to our present, and used it to point to the future.
On the Occasion of the 20 Year Remembrance of 9/11 attacks and at the site of the Flight 93 memorial, our 43 President, George W. Bush gave this remarkable speech (courtesy of ABS News)
Thank you all. Thank you very much. Laura and I are honored to be with you, Madam Vice President, Vice President Cheney, Gov. Wolf, Secretary Haaland, and distinguished guests.
Twenty years ago, we all found, in different ways, in different places, but all at the same moment, that our lives would be changed forever.
The world was loud with carnage and sirens, and then quiet with missing voices that would never be heard again. These lives remain precious to our country and infinitely precious to many of you. Today, we remember your loss, we share your sorrow and we honor the men and women that you have loved so long and so well.
For those too young to recall that clear September day, it is hard to describe the mix of feelings we experienced. There was horror at the scale of destruction and awe at the bravery and kindness that rose to meet it. There was shock at the audacity of evil and gratitude for the heroism and decency that opposed it.
In the sacrifice of first responders and the mutual aid of strangers, in the solidarity of grief and grace, the actions of an enemy revealed the spirit of the people. And we were proud of our wounded nation.
In these memories, the passengers and crew of Flight 93 must always have an honored place. Here, the intended targets became the instruments of rescue, and many who are now alive owe a vast, unconscious debt to the defiance displayed in the skies above this field.
It would be a mistake to idealize the experience of those terrible events. All that many people could initially see was the brute randomness of death. All that many could feel was unearned suffering. All that many could hear was God’s terrible silence. There are many who still struggle with the lonely pain that cuts deep within.
In those fateful hours, we learned other lessons as well. We saw that Americans were vulnerable, but not fragile. That they possessed a core of strength that survives the worst that life can bring. We learned that bravery is more common than we imagined, emerging with sudden splendor in the face of death. We vividly felt how every hour with our loved ones was a temporary and holy gift. And we found that even the longest days end.
Many of us have tried to make spiritual sense of these events. There is no simple explanation for the mix of providence and human will that sets the direction of our lives. But comfort can come from a different sort of knowledge. After wandering in the dark, many have found they were actually walking step by step toward grace.
As a nation our adjustments have been profound. Many Americans struggled to understand why an enemy would hate us with such zeal. The security measures incorporated into our lives are both sources of comfort and reminders of our vulnerability. And we have seen growing evidence that the dangers to our country can come not only across borders but from violence that gathers within.
There’s little cultural overlap between violent extremists abroad and violent extremists at home. But in their disdain for pluralism, in their disregard of human life, in their determination to defile national symbols, they are children of the same foul spirit, and it is our continuing duty to confront them.
After 9/11, millions of brave Americans stepped forward and volunteered to serve in the armed forces. The military measures taken over the last 20 years to pursue dangers at their source have led to debate. But one thing is certain: We owe an assurance to all those who have fought our nation’s most recent battles.
Let me speak directly to veterans and people in uniform. The cause you pursued at the call of duty is the noblest America has to offer. You have shielded your fellow citizens from danger. You have defended the beliefs of your country and advanced the rights of the downtrodden. You have been the face of hope and mercy in dark places. You have been a force for good in the world. Nothing that has followed — nothing — can tarnish your honor or diminish your accomplishments. To you and the honored dead, our country is forever grateful.
In the weeks and months following the 9/11 attacks, I was proud to lead an amazing, resilient united people. When it comes to the unity of American people, those days seem distant from our own. Malign force seems at work in our common life that turns every disagreement into an argument and every argument into a clash of cultures. So much of our politics has become a naked appeal to anger, fear and resentment. That leaves us worried about our nation and our future together. I come without explanations or solutions. I can only tell you what I’ve seen.
On America’s day of trial and grief I saw millions of people instinctively grab for a neighbor’s hand and rally to the cause of one another. That is the America I know. At a time when religious bigotry might have flowed freely, I saw Americans reject prejudice and embrace people of Muslim faith. That is the nation I know. At a time when nativism could have stirred hatred and violence against people perceived as outsiders, I saw Americans reaffirm their welcome to immigrants and refugees. That is the nation I know. At a time when some viewed the rising generation as individualistic and decadent, I saw young people embrace an ethic of service and rise to selfless action. That is the nation I know.
This is not mere nostalgia, it is the truest version of ourselves. It is what we have been, and what we can be again. Twenty years ago, terrorists chose a random group of Americans on a routine flight to be collateral damage in a spectacular act of terror. The 33 passengers and seven crew of Flight 93 could have been any group of citizens selected by fate. In a sense, they stood in for us all.
The terrorists soon discovered that a random group of Americans is an exceptional group of people, facing an impossible circumstance. They comforted their loved ones by phone, braced each other for action and defeated the designs of evil.
These Americans were brave, strong and united in ways that shocked the terrorists but should not surprise any of us. This is the nation we know. And whenever we need hope and inspiration, we can look to the skies and remember. God bless.
Everyone knows where they were
in witness of this day 20 years ago.
When we came together in horror as one.
When we came together in grief as one.
And now as divisive as we have become
should not this give us pause and consider
the ones lost, and the brave responders
against an evil foisted on us,
those still hurting and fighting to recover.
Would those we remember today
want us to be divided if they were here?
Their voices scream out to be strong as we once were.
Do not grieve, but unite for us and America.
Wrap us tight into the flag they loved,
and remind us there is more we need to do.
They’d exclaim “Let’s Roll!!!”
Thousands are dying today because we
are not united in war with a virus.
In remembrance, let’s unite and be as one for them,
for all of us, especially those fighting evil
of another threat that was foisted on us.
Let’s Roll should be our battle cry!