I Remember

I remember exactly where I was when I heard about it.

I remember the disbelief, the anger and the uncertainty.

I remember the grainy shadow of a killer walking through an airport.  And the haunting voice of a hero on a cell phone.

I remember seeing so many with gray faces save for the oval around their mouths and noses.

I remember the bound, severed hands found on a building top.

I remember 2973.

I remember the power of the American people on that day, despite our unforgivable failures just hours before.