Eight Years On
It’s the eighth year after the Islamic terrorist attacks that ripped a hole in downtown Manhattan and murdered almost 3,000 people.
Today, I’m remembering the children who were killed that day, who started their morning excited about taking a plane flight, and ended up as pawns for one of the most cowardly atrocities ever conceived by religious fanatics.
And I’m remembering the firefighters who rushed into those buildings to save as many people as they could, and gave their lives amid the collapsing steel and the debris from countless offices.
May they rest in peace. Never forget.
Frank says: