Well said, make it as difficult as possible for that to happen again. After all we are not France where the streets of Paris were lined with rees so Hitler's troops could march in the shade.

As far as where I was, I remember that day very well, sitting in a doctors office with my late grandfather. At the time, I lived in Minors Lane heights where the airplanes fly so low you can read the tail fin numbers. After the suspentsion of flights it seemed like a ghost town around my house because, although you got used to the noise of planes flying low over your house every couple of minutes, the silence of no planes was defeaning.