It was the year of rebirth,
the year of great sadness,
the year of pain,
and the year of joy.
It was a new age.
It was the end of history.
September 11,2001. Somehow appropriate that that can be rewritten as 9-11. Generations previous to me count as the defining moment in their lives Pearl Harbor, or the assassination of JFK. I used to think I could choose such a moment in my life from events like the Challenger space shuttle, the fall of the Berlin Wall, or Desert Storm. But here, living in Washington D.C., just a few miles from the Pentagon, also hit by terrorists, I have to believe that this day will be the one I will repeat most in future as the time when things changed, when idealism was lost, and when the great struggle began.
As I'm sure history will plainly support, this was the day when everything changed.
There's actually much more to this site than just shock and trauma over the cataclysm that stepped into my backyard; for a further glimpse, click here. If you're interested in further coverage of September 11th, and my periodic musings on life in Washington, DC since then, please visit this page.
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