As the sun sets over Lower Manhattan, the pipes and drums play. FDNY members, family and friends gathered outside Engine 10/Ladder 10 for the annual Sundown Ceremony, honoring the 343 members and all those we lost on September 11, 2001. 25 years later, we remember. We will #NeverForget.

After September 11, more than a million tons of the World Trade Center was loaded onto barges and shipped to a garbage dump on Staten Island. Then hundreds of men and women stood at conveyor belts for ten months and picked through every ounce of it by hand. They were looking for people. The place is called Fresh Kills. For fifty years it was the largest landfill in the world. It took its last barge of household trash on March 22, 2001, and shut down for good. New York was finally done with it. Five and a half months later, at two o'clock in the morning on September 12, the landfill's director got a phone call at home. He had just walked in the door. Two trucks were at the gate. They were carrying pieces of the World Trade Center. He drove back. The man who ran the dump would later say, without any drama, that if Fresh Kills had not been closed, this could never have happened. There would have been no room. The garbage would have been in the way. The site was empty. So that is where the towers went. Here is how it worked. At Ground Zero, cranes and grapplers lifted the debris into dump trucks. The trucks drove to a pier on the Hudson. There, the load went onto barges, six hundred tons at a time. The barges were towed down the harbor, past the Statue of Liberty, to Staten Island. More than fifteen hundred barges made the trip. At Fresh Kills, sanitation workers unloaded them onto a hill. And then the sorting began. The debris was mechanically screened into three sizes. Chunks bigger than eight inches. Two to eight inches. A quarter inch to two inches. Anything smaller than a quarter of an inch, the size of a fingernail, fell through the last sieve. Everything above that size went onto a conveyor belt. And along the belts stood the detectives. NYPD. FBI. Port Authority police. Medical examiners. Dressed head to toe in white Tyvek suits, in masks, in gloves, on a hill that stank of jet fuel and pulverized concrete and things nobody wanted to name. Looking down at the belt, hour after hour, as the towers rolled past them a fist-sized chunk at a time. When they saw something, they reached in and took it, and placed it in a white bucket at their feet. A wedding ring. A photo ID. A set of keys. A shoe. A piece of a person. The white buckets went to a tent that served as a morgue. The volume was beyond comprehension. In mid-September the operation was processing 1,750 tons of debris a day. By mid-October, 17,500 tons a day. Ten times more. Round the clock. The 200-acre hill was declared a federal crime scene and stayed one for ten months. A retired NYPD detective later wrote down what a shift looked like, because almost nobody outside knew it existed. You wake at 3 a.m. You get a giant coffee. You drive two hours in the dark from Orange County, through New Jersey, to Staten Island. You park at the bottom of a hill that looks like the end of the world. You put on the white suit. You go to your belt. You stand there. You look. Then you drive two hours home and do it again tomorrow. Sanitation workers pulled sixteen-hour shifts, seven days a week. One of them, a supervisor named Barry Asnes, said afterward what kept him there. We were attacked on our own soil, in the city where I was born. This was personal. The operation did not stop for weather. It did not stop for Christmas. It ran until July 2002. Ten months. By the end, the men and women on that hill had recovered thousands of human remains. Tens of thousands of personal effects. Wallets, badges, wedding bands, photographs, all cleaned and catalogued and returned to families who had nothing else to bury. When they were finished, the remaining material was placed in a 48-acre section of the landfill, a mound two hundred and twenty-five feet high, and covered. It is a park now. Many of the men and women who stood on that hill have lung disease. Asthma. Cancer. PTSD. The air they were breathing, eight and ten and sixteen hours a day, was full of the towers. Some of them have died of it. Almost nobody knows their names. Almost nobody knows the place. Mention Fresh Kills and 9/11 in the same sentence, the retired detective wrote, and most people will have no idea what you are talking about. Here is what you should know. Two thousand seven hundred and fifty-three people were murdered in those towers. Only about six in ten have ever been identified. Every one of those identifications came out of a white bucket. Every wedding ring returned to a widow. Every badge returned to a firehouse. Every fragment of bone matched to a name and buried with a headstone instead of a question mark. Somebody in a white suit, standing at a belt on a garbage dump at four in the morning, reached into the World Trade Center as it rolled past, and picked that person up, and put them in a bucket, and sent them home. They did that for ten months. Nobody applauded on the hill. There was nobody to watch. They did it anyway. 🇺🇸

Twenty-five years ago, everything changed. This is dedicated to the first responders who made the ultimate sacrifice, and to the lives we lost and continue to lose to World Trade Center–related illnesses. We will never forget.

Twenty-five years have passed, but we remember. On September 11, 2001, 343 FDNY members made the Supreme Sacrifice while responding to the attacks at the World Trade Center. In the years since, hundreds have lost their lives to 9/11-related illnesses. The losses continue. The memories endure. And the promise remains: We will Never Forget.

$ASTS - The climb

$ASTS - Comparing @AST_SpaceMobile company updates from 07/31 to 08/27: 07/31: 1) Bluebirds 11-13 stacked and ready for orbital launch. 2) BlueBirds 14-16 to follow right after. 3) Production advancing through BlueBird 42. 08/27: 1) BlueBirds 12 and 13 are fully deployed. 2) Production of BlueBird 14 is completed. BlueBirds 15 and 16 are nearing completion and are not far behind as we move towards launch. 3) Production advancing through BlueBird 48. 4) “Each 2,400-square-foot communications array is part of a platform built to address far more than mobile connectivity. From cellular broadband to AI computing and advanced government applications,  such as space-based radar capabilities.” 👀

$ASTS - New mission patch for BB11-13 now available on the AST online store. Perhaps there are some more hidden clues hidden amongst the stars? 🕵️ @CatSE___ApeX___

$ASTS - @AST_SpaceMobile BlueBird Block 1 satellites were recognized as the Guinness World Record holder for the world’s largest commercially available phased array satellite at 63.04 sq meters. However, their BlueBird Block 2 satellites smash their own record at 223 square meters in size! Three more BlueBird Block 2 satellites going up next week on a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket (BB11-13). 🚀🚀🚀 @GWR - Time to update your record books and send a new plaque! ast-science.com/next-gen-blu…

$ASTS step by step, slow and steady, easy does it, we’re going to get there.

Watch Starship's thirteenth flight test nitter.net/i/broadcasts/1AJEmmYdM…

$ASTS - T minus 1 day until the T-Mobile + SpaceX’s Starlink exclusively deal ends. Happy Wednesday!

$ASTS - From the legend @AbelAvellan himself “BlueBirds 11, 12 and 13 are already at the Cape preparing for their imminent launch. BlueBirds 14, 15 and 16 are right behind them. Production has already moved through satellite 42.”

$ASTS - “production advancing through spacecraft 41”👀

$ASTS - Another sign that BB8-10 have been successfully unfurled, we have a new mission patch available in the @AST_SpaceMobile store. stores.kotisdesign.com/astsp…

God bless @spacanpanman for tirelessly putting himself out there to help answer questions and share his thoughts. I get people are frustrated and surprised by this $ASTS raise and want to vent, but think before you lash out at him or @thekookreport .

$ASTS - Anduril + AWS deployable data center for military use in contested environments called Menace-I. Could this be another possible use case for AST SpaceMobile?

Have you ever had a moment of absolute clarity where you can see the future and all the puzzle pieces falling exactly into place? That’s how I feel about $ASTS today

Happy 4th of July, fellow Americans! Here’s to another 250 years 🇺🇸