Paying respects

Reader Jim Matasovsky has kindly forwarded us his own photograph of Twin Cities firemen pausing to help us remember the meaning of this day.
Reader Lawrie McFarlane has written us as follows: “I’m a Canadian living in British Columbia. On September 11 2001, I was deer hunting in the mountains well off the beaten track. I got back to town in the evening without knowing what had happened. There’s only one diner in town — the local truck stop, and I went in. There must have been a dozen logging trucks in the parking lot, and as many half-tons, but when I went inside, the restaurant was empty — not a soul. I sat down and after a while — a good while — the waitress came with the menu. She had tears in her eyes, flopped the menu down and as she turned away, she used what I would guess was her worst swear word — ‘bastards.’ I followed her into the back room and there were about 50 guys crowded round a small black & white TV. I thought at first a school bus must have crashed. But these guys weren’t sad, they were angry — real angry.
“My country’s leaders have portrayed Canada as an unwilling supporter of the US. But you can tell where the real people’s hearts are, and for what it’s worth, they’re with you.
God bless,
Lawrie McFarlane”


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