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I was sitting in the lounge room of my house, carrying out the morning ritual as I always did – reading the morning paper. I could hear blue jays warbling in the trees and see the bright blue of an autumn day.

A series of undershots just like an earthquake seemed to ripple through the house and the ground. Little did I know that the sense of security I had felt all my life had been whipped away. Security, peace of mind and safety are qualities no one can buy. We took them for granted in our country. They were pulled from underneath the carpet in an instant. Values that had been steeped in our culture from Lincoln to George W bush. And then everything went dead. No radio, no TV no electricity. The transistor told me the truth. We’d been attacked by an unknown force and our bastions of capitalism had been brought to the ground like the buildings themselves. I ran outside and the trade towers that were normally etched againsed a blue sky were nothing, except black masses of smoke. The smoke seemed to symbolise the shrowded hell that America was going to enter; black, dirty and inexplicable.