I totally missed this picture until now.
Note the utterly-central part being played during this symbolic rebirth, by the New York Fire and Police Department (NY-TF1 http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_Search_and_Rescue_New_York_Task_Force_1
). Their caucasian faces have a shrunken pasted-in look. The Stars and Stripes radiates out a comforting glow from their uniforms, with all the neon implausibility of the flags on the dark side of a lunar lander. Cheated of WTC survivors, to pull unscathed from an earlier rubble-field, New York's Finest are seem to atone for a Nation's losses via this proxy reverse burial. Flashes from Ashes...Trust from Dust...In the sure and certain light of Resurrection to the Herenow, saved also by the Camera Lens
The Senior Rescuer (wearing the White helmet of purity), pulling the Baby from the birth canal in this National Geographic nativity play has (like his colleague giving the Lord's Blessing) the right to bare arms- or does he? What's covering his hands? Despite all the debris, rusty spikes, glass and tetanus spores, like Bruce Willis or Arnie or Stallone, you've gotta try and get these rescue elbows out for the cameras if you can.
Notice how the Happy Babe in arms focuses unerringly upon the camera, and You, the tax-paying voyer-viewer. There, don't you feel happier that We did that, you and I and Our Boys? Went and saved that Nation, and the reputation of so much more besides? Who needs Iwa Jima? We won, this time at least. And cut, it's a wrap.