September 11, 2001. Four years have passed–four more nails in the cross, one called Katrina–but we remember.
2001 was the year. 2749 were the number who died. Some of them died in the bowels of the towers when the towers fell. Some died beating on the doors to the roof, kept locked after the bombing in 1993. Some leapt out their windows to plummet through the air. Firemen rushed heedless into the dark unknown, into the maelstrom of cries and dust, and passed there beyond the world of men. Rick Rescorla, security chief for Morgan Stanley Dean Witter, sang Men of Harlech. He was last seen carrying a crippled member of his firm down the stairs.
In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, America weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.