No jokes to be had today. You all know what Sunday is. If not for what happened ten years ago Sunday, this blog would probably not exist, nor would ten years' worth of the horrors of war.
We tried to prepare for it, by reflecting on the jobs that 2001 couldn't have envisioned; how appallingly affordable homemade bombs are; and how the U.S. is still in bed with warlords in Shebaab-ravaged Somalia. We quantified – Lena, take a bow – practically everything quantifiable about the 9/11 Era. And we even found some silver linings when examining the evolution of the U.S.' premier counterterrorism force.
But when considering the enormity of what happened that day, it occurs to us that we're no better prepared for the emotions than we were ten years ago. Half of the people who write this blog grew up in New York City. Everyone who writes it lives and works in either New York or Washington, D.C. Everyone who writes it has friends and loved ones affected by that day and its aftermath. We resolve now to reflect on them, and especially those who were lost but shall never be forgotten.
