Maurice Friedman, The Bard of Earth; Nine One One

I wrote this while I lived in a motor home in the woods near Pine Top Arizona. I woke from a dream of leading a drum section out of a castle that was saying farewell to medieval looking troops. The details of the World Trade Towers bombings were on the radio ( and I seldom listened to radio then ) I hung my flag at half mast. For 3 days after I fought my gut feelings that it had been a set up of some kind and sobbed my way through writing this song. A Viet Nam Vet friend of mine mentioned that IT had happened on "Nine ONE ONE.."