One final thing on the impact of 3:9. We were stretched out on our L-shaped sectional couch while I read to her, me on one leg, her on the other, and our heads almost meeting in a mound of pillows at the corner between them. As I read DJ's last stand, from the moment he sprints down the hill reciting the "Think me not defeated" speech, she slowly sat up, and turned to look at me, her eyes widening with every "I fight for...". And when I got to "I will return", she let out a long breath and whispered, "holy shit."

I think she liked it. <evil grin>

-- Bob
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Please to remember
Eleven September --
Hijack, destruction and plot.
Our outraged reaction
To terrorist action
Should never be forgot.