Good Morning Gentle Readers,
I'm not sure how you ought to commemorate this day, but in year's past the kid's elementary school went whole hog. Flags, stories, moments of silence, & classes of serious faces singing patriotic tunes. The principal read GWB's proclamations and then called out for the old soldiers, the young Corpsmen, Iraqi & 'Nam vets, cops, & firefighters. They stood and we applauded. We were told that these are our First Responders, a recently minted term that implies something that makes me a bit uncomfortable. Not that I don't like firefighters or Marines, it's just that the American spirit is more Todd Beamer than it is sitting on your hands in helpless terror waiting for the arrival and direction of public officials. Saw that on a scorched desert highway this summer when that mini-van flipped a half dozen times at 80 mph. Without hesitation, ordinary Americans who didn't know the passengers from Adam rescued those four people from a living hell.
Eight years later we are decidedly less free and, at best, no more safe than we were that fateful morning in New York. That isn't even a function of governmental incompetence, though there is plenty of that to go around. The harsh reality is this: You cannot prevent a terrorist attack from a determined enemy. Just ask Israel how that works. The flip side of that is that no terrorist will ever successfully hijack an American airplane again. Not because TSA confiscated your nail file but because the passengers implicitly understand that the plane ain't likely to be landing in Havana.
Pictures taken September 11, 2007
Thought I had something more to say. Guess not.