Never Forget...
Never...
...ever...
...ever...
...forget.
I thank G-d that I did not lose any family in the attacks. But I know full well that a number of my friends were not so lucky. Right now, I am sure you are at the site, listening to the names being read, waiting for the one of your father/mother/uncle/aunt/cousin/brother/sister/wife/husband/child to be said aloud for the world to hear. To hear of the atrocity and know that it affected you, affected your family permanently. For my fellow Stuyvies, those who had not yet graduated, who had to evacuate the building and afterward use another school building while your own had its cafeteria transformed into a morgue because there were just too many bodies for the paramedics or coroner to get to in those first few weeks and months. This memorial is for all of you fellow New Yorkers who were in college or happened to be out of town.. or out of the borough. Too far away to help, feeling guilty that you weren't there, despite knowing you could have done nothing to alter the events.
None of you will ever forget. None of you can ever forget. But to those who tell us that we need to understand, to empathize with the terrorists... I certainly have some choice words for you that spring to my tongue. But in the end, all I will say is: never forget.