I remember standing in the breakroom where I was working. We were all watching the TV as the news media struggled to put a clear frame around what was going on. The second plane hit as we stood and I turned to a friend and said, "this means war."
After the pentagon was hit we began to feel fear, suddenly no place was safe and we were close to a potential target. Nothing really ever was the same.
I remember how so many people changed in small ways. There was a solidarity that remained for a brief time but was lost. When I was placing flags in my front yard a few days after the attack, so many people honked their horns in a show of support.
The question is how far have we come since then as a Nation?
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