9-11 Lest we forget

The one thing I hate every year, is the “expert” opinions uttered during the very date of 9/11. A day of no-comment should be imposed.

The only thing that needs to be said is: “Never Forget!”

Amen, Anthony. It was a day of tragedy, and also of heroism. Let us remember both.
I found the following brief introduction to the memorial at Ground Zero interesting:
http://d.yimg.com/nl/ynews/newsmaker/player.html#shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fnews.yahoo.com%2Fvideo%23video%3D26271274&vid=26271274&browseCarouselUI=hide

http://www.clipsyndicate.com/video/play/1335538/gander_brokaw_piece

[aside from 9/11 truther garbage being off limits at this site, attempts to bypass moderation by name and email changes are prohibited as well. ~ ctm]

Amazing that first responders were not allowed at the ‘main event’ because there was no room for them. Maybe they shouldn’t have shown up 10 years ago either.

We did not forget, and we will never forget 9-11-01. Today’s activities just etched these truths a little deeper into memories.

Sam Hall says:
September 11, 2011 at 6:11 pm
“”The only thing that needs to be said is: “Never Forget!”
No, there are two things to say. Never Forget, Never Forgive.”
Amen, Sam.
To all those offering their heartfelt condolences, The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave sincerely thanks you. We will never forget, nor ever forgive those that murdered the folks in the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and Flight 93. To our Australian, Israeli, British, and Canadian friends and allies, we beg you to forgive our irresponsible failure of leadership in the last few years. Bear with us, as we strive to correct that mistake as rapidly as possible. We hope to again earn your trust and mutual respect.
MtK

Their silence keeps me sleepless for I know
Within that smoke their ash still falls as snow,
To settle on our flesh like fading stars
Dissolve into sharp sparks at break of day.
At dawn a distant shudder in the earth
Disclosed the flight of fire into steel,
The shaking not of subways underground,
But screams from inside flowers made of flame.
We stood upon the Heights like men of straw
Transfixed by flames that started in the sky,
And watched them plunging down in death’s ballet
Too far removed to hear their falling cry.
By noon that band of smoke loomed low
Upon the harbor’s skin and made us gasp;
A hand of smoke that in its curdled crawl
Kept reaching to extend its lethal grasp.
The harp strung bridge held up ten thousand souls
Who’d screaming run beneath the paws of death,
Like dusted ghosts that lived but were not sure
If they lived in light or only for a breath.
They’d writhed and spun within that storm of smoke
And stumbled out to light and clearer air,
To find upon the river’s further shore
No sanctuary other than despair.
The sirens scraped the sky and jets carved arcs
Within a heaven empty of all hope,
That marked its epicenter with one streak
Of black on polished bone where silver’d stood.
By evening all their ash had settled so
That on the leaves outside my window glowed
Their souls in small bright stars until the rain
Cleaned all of what could not be clean again.
We breathed that smoke that bent and crawled.
We learned to hate that smoke that lingered so.
We knew that blood could only answer blood,
And so we yearned to go but not to go.
Within that city shrines were our resolve.
We placed them where our grief would best anneal.
Upon our walls and trees their faces loomed
To gaze at us from time beyond repeal.
Their last lost summer faded into ash.
Their faces faded into name scratched stones.
Our years flowed into endless desert seas
Where warplanes prowled in search of bones.
In time their smoke and ash became but words
In stories told at dinner, told by rote,
Or in the comments made by magazines
For whom the “larger issues” were of note.
In time their faces faded with the rains,
The little altars thick with wax were scraped,
But still beneath clear plastic they endure
Reminding us that we have not escaped.
Their silence keeps me sleepless for I know.
Vanderluen@ur momisugly AmericanDigest

As a Briton may I say how proud I am of America, its people, its optimism and its generosity of spirit. The appalling insult you suffered on 9/11 and the sacrifices you have made will not be forgotten.