Because ten years feels like yesterday.
Their screams will always ring true.
The dark, tarry smoke will always fog his vision.
The impacts that will leave 4 different scars in his skin:
Two perfectly identical, side by side,
One circular, but with five sides,
The last that twisted and turned, before burrowing down into his skin.
America can't, and won't forget that day.
He will always remember the molten ashes and plumes of the unforgiving fire,
He will always remember the passengers who fought to regain control.
He will always remember the falling people, praying for a better end;
He will always remember the terrified shrieks of his people,
The ones he let down.
But:
A true hero will always get back up on his feet,
And dammit,
He will never leave his people alone.
