In the days that followed, there was unprecedented solidarity between the French and the Americans, an almost palpable sadness in the air and nights wondering what those moments had been like for those involved.
For a few years afterward, I would log onto websites that told the stories of the victims, who they were, how much they were loved. I needed to know them. Then, I started to spend time at 911truth.org, reading the moment-by-moment air traffic/Norad/military confusion and feeling my faith in our fail-safes dwindle.
Now, as our collective faith in our government has greatly diminished and the world is no longer by or on our side, the sadness of the event is almost overshadowed by the shamefulness of our politics and the war that has followed.
It's clear that the terrorists have not won. Their methods, their goals, their logic is as ridiculous as it is horrifying. But we have neither won nor survived well. We have been damaged. I guess that's not really surprising.
Story #40947, The September 11 Digital Archive, 20 August 2007, <http://911digitalarchive.org/stories/details/40947>.