Memories of 11 September, and the dark days that followed, are universal among geriatric American millennials. As a member of the generation that came of age in the Nineties and early 2000s, I can easily return to those early hours of fear and war, summoning the confluence of mixed emotions — despair, rage, confusion — that accompanied them. But beyond the smoke, and the flames, and the nightmarish pictures of people falling through the sky, my overriding memories of that time can be summarised in two words: Bruce Springsteen.
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