I remember that morning... I was sleeping in my bed, and my dad came into the room, saying that New York was under attack, as he turned the news on on my TV.
I couldn't believe it when I saw it... I knew then what the Americans of the time must have felt during Pearl Harbor, because that was what this was... my generation's Pearl Harbor.
You said, it. It's another "day that will live in infamy".
It's interesting--there was a speaker in the memorial service today, who demanded that 9/11 not become an honest-to-goodness holiday--that it should not become a day of "celebration", but solemn rememberance.
To be honest...that's kinda what happened to Pearl Harbor Day (which, oddly enough, is my brother's birthday!). No one takes a day off for that--but we all know what the day's for.
Small world. December 7 is my brothers birthday too.