I was outside a little while ago. I heard this loud flapping sound coming from the road, like a truck with a flat tire, or a tarp about to fly off. I looked out there, and it was a horse trailer, with a GIANT American flag being flown from the roof!
I was doing a portable x-ray of a patient in ICU when it happened. Everyone was crowded around this person's bed, wondering how such an accident could have happened. Then, as we watched, the second plane hit, and we knew. Things _seem_ to be back to normal, these days, but really, no one who saw that can ever go back to the innocence we had before that time. Before, after. It changed the world.