I remember the sound of no planes in the air — and it was terrifying.
I remember feeling a love for my country that I had never truly felt before. And amazement at watching Americans pull together in grief for a common purpose: preserving an open society.
I wish we could get back that beautiful feeling of joint purpose that came from such horror. It was far too short lived.
And wouldn’t it be wonderful if our children never had to experience a day that causes them to forever remember what they were doing when “it” happened?