STEPHEN GREEN WRITES:
Now go on and let yourself relive that day, just a little.
Remember the first reports that “a small plane” had crashed into the World Trade Center. Firemen who didn’t just run into a burning building, they ran up into collapsing skyscrapers. Grounded planes. The stock exchanges, closed. The doubt, the fear, the “what will they do next?” And the realization: Oh my God, we’re at war. War in the Old Testament sense, when the barbarians came to rape and to slaughter.
Relive, too, the days after.
The wall of inkjet “have you seen. . .?” photos. You, me, your friends, crying over obituaries in The New York Times. Widows grieving at Ground Zero, who breathed