Tears fall from the sky, leaves brown and curling
Death still looms in the air
Water, like those poor souls, falls to unseen depths below
Never again to be seen.
“And her unborn child.”
It is all I can ask.
Names everywhere, they crowd my vision
The tunnel gets smaller
I must focus to stay in control.
Did I know these people?
Yet smiling faces abound, faces too young to remember
They do not know the horror.
Is that my face?
I fear it is.
We all see smiling faces surrounded by despair.
They do not have all the Answers.
They do not know all the Moves.
They are not Famous.
They are not Glamorous.
They have no Pride.
They have no Regret.
They do not Die.
They we will never Forget.
Because in that Moment
They do not think.
Ten years ago today thousands of heroes acted. They did not waver as they looked into the face of death. His gruesome stare, his blind power, his deafness. No, these they did not feel. Heroes live among us; they may be with you this very moment. They do not have an appearance. They do not stand out. They exist deep within the heart of men and women, far beyond the reach of earthly senses. They simply are.
Words cannot begin to explain my respect for our heroes. It is the call to homage I feel watching this anniversary. It is the feel of something beyond myself, stretching tendrils encompassing us all through a list of names. It is the weight upon my shoulders as I stand under the Dome of St. Paul, the book of the fallen only steps away. It is beyond this world.
As the years pass by, the names will fade. We will forget the details. The timeline will twist. But that feeling, that acknowledgement of something beyond ourselves, that will live forever. They will be part of us, forever and always. They will live on.
For our Heroes.
For our Memories.
For our Love.
Tonight, Osama Bin Laden is no more. After 10 long years, we’ve got him. This has to be the biggest news of our time, second only to 9/11 itself. We lived through that atrocity, and we live to see it avenged. It is so beautiful to see my peers rallied around something so real. By this time next week we’ll all be dispersed again, but right now we are united. We are one. It is just like after 9/11. The flags went up. Our hearts went out. America bled as a nation, grieved as a nation, and now it celebrates as a nation.
On this day, 66 years ago, the death of Hitler was announced. This is our generation. This is our time. This is our history. America, stay strong. Americans, be the change this world needs. My friends, let this remind us we do not live in a bubble. The world goes on, whether we acknowledge it or not. Tonight we may celebrate, tomorrow we will discuss, and the day after we must face the unchanging world. The world is in peril. We are the youth of this nation; we are the power; we are the future. Will we take our stand?
We need not be heroes, we need only be citizens, brothers, and friends. That is our responsibility, our duty, our mission.
P.S. I really do not enjoy celebrating Bin Laden’s death. Was he terrible? Yes. Did he kill or plan to kill tons of people? Yes. But did he deserve death? I don’t really think we should choose who lives and who dies, regardless of who they are or what they’ve done. I know you could easily say he deserved death, and I could almost even say it myself. But it still doesn’t quite sit right with me. Maybe in the world we live it makes sense. But that just makes me wonder how screwed up our world is that we celebrate the death of another.