supergee reminds us that this is worth reading or re-reading: John M. Ford's 110 stories.
I do remember where I was, and what I did that day. I didn't know the ones who died, and yet, like everyone, I cried, and marveled at the ones who rallied -- toward the trouble, toward the pain.
We don't want to go through it all again, but neither do I think what followed followed, so to speak. And so we've yet to see a path to peace.