Captain America and the Crusade Against Evil, by Robert Jewett and John Shelton Lawrence
People remember where they were on September 11. It's a date so emblazoned on our memories that we don't need to mark it by year. It's up there with the 4th of July or Cinco de Mayo--dates that shape us so intensely they become mythological, days outside of chronological time.
But what we experienced on September 11, 2001, was all too real. We sat by our televisions, transfixed by the carnage, awed by the heroism of the rescuers and stunned by the pathos of the mourners holding wrinkled Xeroxed pictures of loved ones they could not believe were really lost.
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