It was six years ago today when the perfect blue skies of a September morning were shattered by the gravest terror attack this country has ever known, and the greatest attack on U.S. soil in our history.
Living here in Utah, the immediate effects were far removed, but the entire nation went to bed that night dreading what they would wake to on September 12th.
For me, time has tempered the fears, but I find the anger I had is still there, dormant but still potent, and easily reawakened. I'm not happy with everything that has happened, but I am more frustrated with us. That we are so easily distracted, and so quick to forget. In some cases, that is virtue, but not here. And I am annoyed that some want so fervently to forget, to wish it away; because 9/11 was a stark reminder that there is evil in this world, and it cannot be ignored. You can pretend it doesn't exist, but eventually it will come to you, and completely upset the carefully constructed order of needs and wants you have built for yourself.
Victor Davis Hanson
The guys at Argghhh! share their remembrances:
SteelJaw Scribe describes being in the Pentagon that morning: