Months after the attack, our country was numb and jumpy.
Well before self-loathing Americans started calling our movements in the Middle East "invasion" and "occupation", patriotism was on every street corner.
I remember that night; I remember seeing it live. I can't tell you the football teams playing, but I can say it was one of the deepest, most moving TV moments, ever.
U2 - that Irish rock band, stood on the world stage, honoring the greatest country on earth and her fallen citizens. Names float to the sky, as the rousing "Where the Streets Have No Name" beats on. The song, the second of the half-time set, was written about a place without class stigma, where the distinction between religions and income is no more; a World Without Sin?
