酒是故乡醇国语It had been a crisp September morning like so many others. And then it was not. Days of innocence would fade to mere memory. Forces from afar would see to that. An explosion of evil would violate sacred shores and carve a path of death and destruction. America would never again be the same. Despite the horror, the untold stories of resilience and unity from survivors and loved ones pay tribute to hope amid tragedy.