I can't engage in political/social commentary, but when 9/11 happened I was living in Austin, and all my neighbors were celebrating that America had been attacked. I had no idea what to say and still don't.
I just started drinking, and started to realize that everything was gonna change, and then got on the phone and called everyone I knew in New York to make sure they were OK.
I remember it like when the Challenger blew up. I remember feeling wrenched for the brave souls on that spacecraft.
I think what Deniz means is that when you grow up among battlefields and graves, you think this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WN84mWRspQ