![]() ![]() My work as a novelist has taught me that memory is idiosyncratic. I heard it chanted at vigils, walked past it graffitied on walls, saw it tattooed on the neck of a man waiting ahead of me in line at the grocery store. commercial airliners, turned them into weapons and killed nearly 3,000 people. Back then, Americans vowed to “never forget” what we collectively witnessed on a clear Tuesday morning, when 19 terrorists took control of U.S. The boy and the man may be separated by time, place and circumstance, but they are connected by a chain of events that began 20 years ago. The disturbing footage of his fall, which circulated online last month, echoed the iconic image of the “falling man,” who jumped or fell from the north tower of the World Trade Center on Sept. But as the American C-17 takes off, the boy falls to his death, a dot in the gray sky. He is a teenage athlete, a soccer player of some renown in Afghanistan, yet sees no future for himself in a homeland now ruled by the Taliban. The boy clings to the undercarriage of an evacuation plane leaving Kabul. ![]()
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