Never Forget This Day
Where were you on the morning of September 11, 2001? Everyone that I’ve ever spoken to about that day remembers every detail. Where they were. Who they were with. And most importantly, how they felt as the towers came down and our fellow citizens died.
We can never forget this day. If America lasts for a thousand years, September 11th needs to be remembered through the generations. Our children and our children’s children must be told about the day that changed our lives and the life of our country.
My recollections were a little more poignant than some. You see, I’m a native New Yorker. The attack was an attack on my hometown. As a college student, I watched as the built what were the tallest buildings in the world. To see them destroyed was surreal as if it wasn’t happening and I was dreaming it.
As I sat in my family room in Mequon, Wisconsin, I felt transported to downtown Manhattan. In my mind’s eye I could see the first responders racing to the scene in an attempt to rescue as many as they could. I could see the firemen racing through the Battery Tunnel to their ultimate deaths. I can still see it.
When I first heard the radio report that a plane had crashed into one of the towers like most people I thought that it was simply an accident. I had my breakfast and returned home. When I turned on the television, I knew that it was no accident.
There was a clear blue sky, not a cloud. This was no accident. Then like millions of Americans I watched in horror as a second plane, clearly an airliner, crashed into the second tower. America was under attack.
My immediate thought was that it was a terrorist attack. A second Pearl Harbor was taking place. The third plane crashing into the Pentagon confirmed our worst fears. Like most Americans I wanted us to respond immediately. But against who?
Then the two towers imploded and thousands died. The near-futile attempts to rescue survivors began after the smoke cleared. The video of emergency room workers at St. Vincent’s Hospital waiting for the injured was heartbreaking. You see, there were very few patients. Only the quick and the dead.
Today, twelve years later we still mourn our dead. Even though Usama bin Laden is dead there are still enemies who want to take down this country and kill its citizens.
George Bush said on September 14, 2001 that we were in the middle hour of our grief. Twelve years later, we still are. Never forget this day.