You really haven’t been able to escape the media coverage of the 9/11 attacks in the last few weeks, leading up to the anniversary this Sunday just gone. It is one of those heart stopping moments where almost everyone can remember where they were when they first heard. I was at my office when my girlfriend called me to say a plane had crashed into the first Tower. I was a bit dismissive at first, thinking it was a Cessna or some other small plane. Ten years ago I didn’t have permanent internet media on as we do now so I went back to what I was doing. A short while later she called me back to say another plane had hit the other Tower; this clearly wasn’t an accident. I jumped in my car and drove home to watch the news. We both sat there, incredulous, wondering what the hell was going on, as so many others did around the world. I had to teach that night and was amazed that some people showed up; I think it was a comfort thing, that we all knew each other and needed some form of reason in our lives. In the days that followed I really did wonder if the apocalypse was here.