September the eleventh 2001 is not the story of Osama Bin Laden. It is not the story of Al Qaeda, nor is it the story of terrorism. It is a story of humanity in all its forms, both glorious and brutal, triumphant and foolish, strong and weak, joyful and discouraged. I could try and make 9/11 about me if I wanted to. I could talk crap about George W. Bush Jr., but you probably already heard that on youtube and twitter. I could rail against the scourges of radical Islam, but you have already seen that on the news. I could tell you it was all a plot by the government, but Alex Jones has already lied enough for all of us when it comes to that. I could get real childish and blame those attacks on the right or the left or the middle, but someone you know has undoubtedly already taken care of that. I could even make the silly claim that America's outpouring of grief for 9/11 is somehow insincere, that people never really did come together that day, that, beneath it all, people are just performing when they say they care about 9/11. But you already heard that in a gossip column somewhere. You have already heard most of what people have to opine about that day. This episode is not about my opinions. That is not to say I will not share them with you, but that is not what this is about. I simply want to present you with a history of 9/11 that does not shy from the agony of the fateful day, that does not try to sugarcoat what actually happened both during and after those cowardly attacks and how it changed the course of American history forever. I will leave no information out. No American story will go untold. This is the history of 9/11, a history of using agony as motivation to achieve and overcome the impossible. This is the real 9/11. It is my story. It is your story. There is no "his" story to speak of.