Letโs remember 9/12 as well. There were three things that swept over you through the day: Fear, Grief, and Fury.
Fear. Surely this wasnโt a one-off. Islamic terror cells would be activated and rise up board-stiff like Nosferatu coming out of a coffin and do very bad things. Dumping sacks of anthrax into the ventilation system at the shopping malls. Driving trucks into schools. Suicide nail-bombs in Times Square. This was such an elevation of the usual miserable jihadi activity that it felt like war would soon be everywhere, right? No place was safe. You sent your child off to school on the bus and tried not to imagine some guy at the garage wiring C-4 to all the axles. Why not? What would stop them? Morals? Shame?






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