Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

Like so many that day, the last act Kevin Cosgrove did on the Earth was to cry out to God.

Fifteen years on and the predominant feeling is one of utter waste.  When we look back at events like Pearl Harbor, we can at least say, “You did not die in vain.”  With 9/11, it is now crystal clear that they all died in vain.  9/11 could have been a watershed event that stopped and reversed the descent into terminal effeminacy and auto-destruction of western Christendom.  Instead, it marked the point when the curve rotated into a parabolic spike of self-loathing and the basest narcissism and nihilistic decadence that human civilization has ever seen.

If the axiom is true that the darkest hour is just before dawn, then 9/11 and all of its horror was not the darkest hour.  It is going to get much, much darker.  How could it not?

When our hour comes, I pray we are able to die, like Kevin Cosgrove, with “God” on our lips.