This day . . .

. . . is a day of images indelibly burned forever in our memories, obliterating the divine gift of forgiveness. A day born in the commonplace became uncommon in the space of four heartbeats as four aircraft came to an untimely . . . stop.  And, for awhile, everything else stopped, too.  Even our breathing.

I think this date shall always be thus as long as I tread this Earth.  And, perhaps even beyond those days.

The scab is healed, but the scar remains, never to fade.

God bless America.