Every September 11th, after I put the American flag in its bracket outside my front door, I watch the videotape I bought of CNN's coverage of that day in 2001.
There are two main differences between watching that day and now. One is that now, watching it unfold, I know exactly what is going to happen next, while the reporters have no idea. The second thing that strikes me so is that this time, those catastrohic events no longer seem surreal.
I watch, I remember, I cry. I cry not only for that day, but even more for all the lives and everything else lost since in the aftermath.
Dubuque's Forgotten Cemetery
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