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Saturday, September 11, 2004Three Years Later 
There aren't too many people on the site this morning. Maybe a few hundred. Lots of NYFD. CNBC has no coverage at all, and CNN's is very half-hearted. Google News has no coverage. People seem to want to forget. I wore a New York City t-shirt at work yesterday, and got a dirty look for being dressed so casually, even on a Friday. I said "It's because of tomorrow." My boss responded, "Saturday?" He didn't even realize. At this exact time three years ago, my then-boyfriend (now husband) and I were responding to my best friend's frantic phonecall, "I hope that when you were in New York two weeks ago, you went to the World Trade Centre, because it just fucking blew up! Come over!" She was hysterical. We went to her house, and for the next 12 hours, stared bug-eyed at the television, watching the same scenes over and over, refusing to believe. There were no tears. Why would we cry? It couldn't have been real. At the end of the day, heading home on the Metro, we were tired. We couldn't think. We didn't talk. Heros were born and lost that day. An aircraft full of people diverted terrorists from their goal, and lost their lives in a field. How many lives were saved because of them? Firefighters entered unsecured buildings to save as many as they could. So many didn't come out. And the mayor of New York became a saint. I will not ever be able to forget. I don't want to. And I'm not the only one. Never Again... from Lori at Downtown Chick Chat Three Years Later: Moving Forward from A Small Victory REMEMBER 9/11: STOP SANITIZING THE KILLERS Michelle Malkin is angry Free Will has a beautiful post Dale Amon at Samizdata won't forget, or forgive Jihad Watch Moorewatch Power Line
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