11 September 2001. Lunch hour was over, just gone 2pm. Storeman comes out of his cubby hole with an expression on his face as if he could not quite comprehend what he had just heard on the BBC Radio News. "They've flown a plane into the World Trade Center in New York!" he blurted out. Well, there was work to be done. But just after 3pm, news came through that another plane had been flown into the WTC, this time the other tower. I went home on the bus, and switched on the TV for the 6pm news. Both towers had collapsed, and some 3,000 people had died. Unbelievable scenes of devastation in New York. No, one of those days I'll forget. But wish I could. This song from Enya became, to me, the signature theme for 9/11...
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