One more thing and then I'll probably let this go for good and move into the future:

The quiet. Wait...the QUIET. I was born after planes were commonplace. I have never had the pleasure of cocking an ear to the heavens to hear nothing. I've been camping in some remote spots and the silence of nature has ALWAYS been cut by the hum of a plane or a helicopter. Even when I couldn't see the aircraft I could hear it.

The day after the attack and continuing for about a week there were no aircraft. It was so QUIET. In the beginning I missed it. The silence after an entire lifetime of planes flying overhead, a kind of white noise that blends in and is a part of everything. Then I got use to the QUIET and to the clear sky. I was actually irritated when the aircraft were allowed to return to the skies.

I don't think I'll ever forget that week of QUIET and I hope I never hear it again.