I'll forever not be able to forget the repetitive images on tv that morning.
Camera panning along with the people falling/jumping off the crumpling building, to their death. They looked so small, so light, yet falling so quickly. Camera panning at the second plane crashing into the South Tower, exploding into a enormous fire ball. So Hollywood-ish, so fake, yet it was every bit real.
I can never forget those images.
Perhaps I shouldn't. We shouldn't.
Let's us forgive, but never forget.