This is a time in American history, and perhaps the first of our generation, where we can actually reflect on something that happened during our adult lives. Just like the death of Kennedy, we all know exactly where we were when 9/11 happened...we can still practically smell the room. We can see that same news clips 1000 times over in our heads. And after 5 years, it hasn't gotten any easier.
We take for granted what we have here, years and years of history and war: none of it touching our soil. But it really sinks in quickly when something that large, that dramatic, that catastrophic happens out of the blue, and alters your perspective for the rest of your life.
I don't really have a lot to say here, except that this is a time for reflection. I am sure it would have sunk in more for me, like it has for many of my friends, if I had known someone involved with 9/11, or someone who lost a loved one. The funny thing is though, and perhaps this justifies just how grand of a scale this was, but everyone in America is either directly related to, or once removed from, actually experiencing this first hand.
That to me makes this more real than we could have ever thought otherwise.
Anyway, while you sit there with your ipods and your cars, remember that we don't swerve around bomb holes in the street, we don't wake up checking if we're alive or just dreaming and dead. We never really understand this whole thing until it touches us. That time it did, and it still rings true today.
RIP to all those who fell victim to those awful awful actions.
USA or death.