Wednesday, September 12, 2012

a bright September morning

Today is not unlike that bright day, eleven years ago, on which four plane crashes occurred: two in New York City (Flights 11 and 175), one near Washington, DC (Flight 77), and one near Shanksville, Pennsylvania (Flight 93).

I've never been quite sure what to do on this day. It's certainly not a day to celebrate; we don't, as a nation, indulge in mass celebrations of Pearl Harbor Day, either. As far as I can tell, today is best approached as a time of quiet remembrance, a grim and sad moment in our history. It's also a time to think on the fact that the 9/11 attacks constituted an act of war, and that we are at war still, with people who, on that day, poured by the thousands into the streets and celebrated our many killed.

Remembrance. Resolve.


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