AMERICANS, AGAIN

“You’ve been on planes. Think how it feels, especially on a morning cross-country flight. You got up early; you’re tired; you’ve been buckled in your seat for a couple of hours, with hours more to go. You’re reading, or maybe dozing. You’re essentially cargo: There’s nowhere you can go, nothing you can do, no role you could possibly play in flying this huge, complex machine. You retreat into your passenger cocoon, passive, trusting your fate to the hands of others, confident that they’ll get you down safe, because they always do.
Now imagine what that awful morning was like for the people on Flight 93. Imagine being ripped from your safe little cocoon, discovering that the plane was now controlled by killers, that your life was in their bloody hands. Imagine knowing that there was nobody to help you, except you, and the people, mostly strangers, around you.
Imagine that, and ask yourself: What would you do? Could you do anything? Could you overcome the fear clenching your stomach, the cold, paralyzing terror?
The people on Flight 93 did.” – Dave Barry, in his latest, great, column (via Instapundit).