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220 of Borg

Joined 11 November 2011

In New York’s StreetsEdit

(An adaption of In Flanders Fields)[1]

In New York’s Streets as dust we blow
Between the buildings, row on row,
That mark the place; where’pon we died
The motes, just softly sinking, fly
Scarce seen amid the death below.

We are now dead. Some years ago
We lived, saw dawn, and sunsets glow,
We loved, were loved, but then we died
In New York’s Streets.

Take up our battle with the foe:
To you from now dead hands we throw
The flag; that’s yours to hold up high,
To guard the truths in which we pride.
If ye break faith with us who died,
We shall not sleep, though dust still blows
In New York’s Streets.

  1. ^ By Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae


11 September 2001 aka 9/11

On the night of 11 September 2001 I 'nodded off' in front of my computer.

I woke up just in time to see the plane fly into the second World Trade Centre tower, at 9.03 EDT,

or 23:03 AEST in Sydney. Australia. 220 of Borg 04:34, 11 September 2017 (UTC)