Sorry, Jennifer, we used to be that way. Now we're a nation of grief counselors and empathy therapists. It has already begun. The congresscritters are already balking at GWB's requests for money to go find and flatten whoever was even remotely involved. Mealy-mouthed libs are already preaching reconcilliation and understanding.
Everyone is going on about how to resume normal life. We don't need to resume normal life. We need to stay hurt and, therefore, as pissed off as Jennifer would have us believe we are.
The Monday after Pearl Harbor, the military recruiting stations were overwhelmed. They started rationing and gearing up the war machine. Life got suddenly harder for everyone in the country. The result was that we stayed pissed off and our resolve hardened into an iron will. Has any of that that happened here? Do you think that will happen here? Hardly. Soccer moms still tote the kids to the match and everyone is more worried about what will happen to the stock market than what has happened to our country. The television news airheads babble incessantly about how bad everyone "feels." Network bimbettes yammer pointlessly about how to keep the kiddies from damaged self-esteem and how to explain all this to them. Housewives are beginning to grumble because the soaps have been pre-empted for three days.
My cynical nature tells me that by this time next week, the will to punish the perpetrators will be gone and everyone will simply be focusing on the best way to encapsulate all this so it can be tidily disposed of. The insurance companies will pay off the buildings and the jets. The dead will be buried, mourned, and forgotten by all but their kin. The giant will roll over and go back to sleep.