Erik and I had the privilege of visiting the Pentagon Memorial while we were travelling through DC in April. I can't describe what it felt like to wander through the rows of trees and benches, to read the names of the 184 victims who died there on that sunny September morning. The color difference in the stone where the Pentagon had been rebuilt was clearly visible, and it was hard to fight back images of the burning, gaping hole that had been there not so long ago. So many people gone, in a single moment.
I hope we never, ever forget.