Where were you when you heard about the massacre of the innocents in New York and Washington? I was in bed in Japan, reading a new book about Vietnam. The phone rang. It was my son, Alex, calling from Sydney. “Turn on the telly, Dad” he said. “You’ll see why.”
I did and joined several billion others, glued to the endless rerunning of those unforgettable clips, planes crashing into landmark skyscrapers in New York, smoke pouring out of the even more iconic Pentagon in Virginia, politicians jostling to get their faces onto the box with defiant, fight-them-on-the-beaches soundbites-images we have…
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