There are certain events in a person's life that are seared into memory - you remember where you were and what you were doing with great clarity. More often than not, the events are steeped in sorrow and grief. On September 11, 2001, I was living as an expatriate in Singapore, waiting for my husband to land at Changi Airport after a trip overseas. To say that this event touched off a firestorm of pain would be an understatement. No matter what your personal politics, I think it's safe to say that the carnage committed on that day was an act of pure evil - and we still feel the repercussions.
Follow this link to hear, 'Where Were You?', performed by Alan Jackson.