Remember -- to fight

Another beautiful day, just like that one. Not quite the crisp, clear, blue I remember here, but still. A nice day.

Six years on, the writhing, twisting pain is dulled a little. It has to, or we'd go mad. We need to remember the dead, but I think it is even more important to remember those who died fighting back. The ones who even on that terrible day, made us proud. Reminded us, we do not have to be victims. Ordinary people on flight 93 who decided to fight with no weapons, no training, no armor, no backup. And Rick Rescorla. You can't call him ordinary; he never was. He died as he lived, going into danger instead of away, saving others while risking himself.

And singing Men of Harlech.