The Bonds of September

Every year on one day in September, we bear a duty to recall. We were afraid merely to watch that day, let alone to live through the despair. From around the corner and worlds away, we heard that fear and love go on the air. They fought evil with what could be found, in their hands and their collective soul. They fought terror with comfort in sound, calls to home and voices to console. Tears fell on either side of many phones, last words and hopes were sent both ways. Their stories are told in proud and choked tones, each one adding to how much the day weighs. The pain we feel in calling it to mind, as a sliver to those who were bereaved. They have no choice in leaving it behind, so nor should we of this charge be relieved. Ever on we must strive to remember, the day the two towers did fall.