I didn't know whether to post today, or what to post, if I did.
But then it struck me; these two memories from our New York trip are so apt, however heartbreaking.
Statue of Liberty
We took the Staten Island Ferry (free of charge and a great way to see the statue without travelling to the island itself), and saw the Statue of Liberty in all its glory. A gift from France to the USA, allies then and now, especially in the wake of this past weekend.
Although I had expected this to be difficult, it didn't quite hit me until I was there, standing where so many others fell, and I found it hard to breathe. I had foolishly thought that the time that has passed would have dulled the shock, that visiting the memorial would be emotional but also somewhat removed from the events of that day, but I was wrong. 14 years seemed like 14 days, and the bottomless fountains of the memorial captured my feelings all too well. It is a beautiful memorial and may they all know that we are still fighting their fight.