| At Ground Zero in New York, the Pentagon and in a Pennsylvania field, the names of the dead were read at a clipped yet mournful cadence. Silence marked the most acute moments of horror, when planes crashed or buildings fell. Yet the events were as much an elegy for what has been lost in the two decades since as they were for the terrible toll from that day. The wounds inflicted on a nation by ruinous wars and poisonous politics. | 
