A long, long time ago…
I can still remember

EM Zanotti, the American Princess, has A Solemn Remembrance:

In our hearts and minds, we will never forget.

So here’s my simple, simple message: 9/11 may become more about making a stand against the practice, I guess, of forgetting. But hopefully it never, ever becomes less about remembering.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

Natasha at Moose & Squirrel says Remember:

The talk radio show I listened to was discussing this plane. And I just assumed it was likely a small aircraft, thinking perhaps the pilot had a heart attack or some other medical or technical emergency, and I was hoping not too many people were hurt.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off to the fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.

Tommy Christopher has a Dose of 9/11:

The mind plays strange tricks on even the most rational people, and for me, I felt a weird guilt at having observed the beauty of the day that morning.  I’m not the kind of guy who routinely waxes poetic about the weather, and I almost felt like I had jinxed the whole thing.  You know, like when the Jets are up by 12 late in the game, and you say, “This one’s in the bag!”

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight

Michael Harris, the NY Government Examiner, was at the WTC site today:

Those who mourned the loss of loved ones said that while eight years has gone by, the time has not healed all their wounds.

“People ask me ‘It’s been eight years, isn’t it time to move on?’, but I just can’t,” said Deborah Barton, tears rolling down her face.  “To lose somebody like that…. I just can’t let go, you know.  Time has passed but the wound is still very raw and to know that his service is going on and to not be here, I, I just couldn’t do that.”

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.

Big Hollywood has been holding vigil like Girl on the Right. They Want Us To Forget:

Americans can commit themselves to public service any or every other day of the year; 9/11 should be reserved for solemn remembrance and renewed commitment to preserving American security, values and sovereignty. A day of greening your neighborhood? I’m all for planting trees, but what does “green” have to do with 9/11?  Only that it’s the color of Islam.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

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