We can never forget
When I was much younger, I'd occasionally remember the adults would once in a while lead a conversation to the assination of JFK. Everyone would say they can remember exactly what they were doing to the second they heard the news...they recalled events and actions in high detail. At that time, I just thought to myself, how could you remeber everything so vividly?
Well, wind up about 25 years later, 9/11/01...
I was getting ready for work with a shower and shave when the radio announced a small plane hit one of the world trade center towers. More details were to follow. A local news story ran then they returned to the plane accident. Now there was definitely confusion as to the size of the plane. One report said it was a jumbo jet. The newscaster said they were watching a CNN newsfeed in the broadcast room trying to get more accurate details. At that time I ran to the living room and turned on the TV to see the horror first hand, live from a TV traffic helecopter. As the CNN correspondent was talking on the phone to a New Yorker from his apartment in Manhattan, I saw the second plane come into the shot from the right side. I saw the plane bank sharply left and dissappear behind the twin towers. It was painfully obvious, this was no small plane, this was a commercial airliner. Moments later the plane struck the second tower and a ball of flames erupted from the second tower. I recall yelling at the TV that the plane never emerged from behind the towers, it hit the towers! It hit the towers! At that instant, I came to the conclusion that this was no accident and that New York City was under some sort of attack. Reports of a reported explosion at the Pentagon sent chills down my spine. It was more then just New York under attack. Now reports of all plane traffic being grounded, but not before a plane went down just outside Somerset County and somehow one flight was not accounted for yet over Pennsylvania. Well, Somerset being just 20 minutes south of here made this hit much closer to home.
Calling work more than once I find we're still supposed to go to work today. The severity hadn't sunken in at work yet. I've got no desire to go to work, I'm to worried about the unaccounted for plane in the airspace overhead. The South tower collapses and the North tower stands alone billowing smoke. I have no option but to go to work and I leave the house. Minutes later, the radio in the car gives the news the North tower has collapsed. As I drive into the City of Pittsburgh, thoughts race through my mind...
Why are we working today? Our east coast is under attack.
Why don't they get out of the city? We could be next. There's still one plane in the air and air traffic control can't locate it. We now know there wasn't another plane in the air, but the reports of the time said there was.
I think of how work could be a major target being in a 27 story building, named Federated, right beside the Federal Building and the FBI.
My stomach is tied in knots and I constantly look up thru the sunroof of the GN looking for the missing plane.
Just as I get into the city, I find city emergency services has ordered the evacuation of the city. I never leave the car and turn around for home. The rest of the day into the night, I'm numb from the reports of the lost lives and the images of the destruction.
Fast forward to today...
This morning I went into the bathroom to shower and shave. I felt a little sick turning on the radio. Today though is different. Our pet cat comes in and rolls around on the carpet playfully. Like a small scild, he wasn't born yet, and isn't aware of the signifigance of the day only two years ago. He does look at me with a look like he's wondering why I'm just a little different today. Today, I wear a black shirt and suit to work, with a black tie that has a ghosted flag pattern with a yellow ribbon on the tie. Somehow, I now know what the adults were talking about years ago...how they could never forget what happened. There will be children that also wonder how we say we can never forget the tragedy of 9/11.
I can only hope our children will never understand the feelings attached to a national memory that we can never forget.
Dan