I don't have anything in particular to say about this, except that over the past week or so I have been recalling the sort of righteous anger that suffused every fibre of my moral being six months ago, as the tributes roll out to the dead. This is a particularly moving one, because all it is is a description of the ordinary lives the people on Flight 93 were living, right up to the time they had to become heroes.
Posted by Jane Galt at March 25, 2002 5:20 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links