I made the pilgrimage to Shanksville, PA one cold Spring morning. It was a desolate, isolated place. Beautiful. What I remember most is looking at the memorial of notes and firemen’s jackets. A young man stood beside me, looking at the items as reverently as I. “Did you lose somebody?” he asked.
I blinked, uncertain what he meant. Without thinking, I said, “Yes. I lost them all.”
You can see the rest of these Shanksville pictures here, on my Flickr page.
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