One flag for each life lost.
My son, who was nine years old on that horrifying day, wrote the following and I would like to share it with you:
Whenever I think about a clear, blue September morning, like the one we have today, it is impossible to not see horrors of that day over and over again. But we must not be afraid... nor intolerant. And we must remember... the sun still rose on September 12. Prove to the world that we still live in the land of the free, and the home of the brave. God bless America.
I am linking to Shadow Shot Sunday.