Never forget

At 8:46am American Airlines Flight 11 flew into the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York City. We all assumed it was a freak accident. Until it was followed at 9:03 by United Airlines Flight 175 which struck the South Tower. It was then our world changed forever as we all watched with the horrified realization we were under attack.

The horror continued at 9:37 when American Airlines Flight 77 flew into the Pentagon in Washington, DC. United Flight 93 was slated to strike either the United States Capitol or the White House, but thanks to the brave efforts of the passengers on that plane, they crashed near Shanksville, Pennsylvania at 10:03.

At approximately 9:59, the South Tower pancaked after burning for nearly an hour. It was the most chilling scene I’d ever seen in my life. It was followed by the collapse of the North Tower at 10:28. Its collapse brought about the eventual collapse of 7 World Trade Center, an adjacent building.

We lost 2,977 people that day. Some were foreigners but they were all ours. They will always be ours.

To my friends who lost loved ones, my heart goes out to you today. And I leave you with this moving tribute video.

4 Responses to “Never forget”

  • Elle J Rossi says:

    I’m sorry. I can’t watch the video. I’m trying not to cry and I know that I probably would if I watched it. Instead I will send my thoughts to anyone and everyone who knew someone that suffered and lost their lives that day. And to those who will never be the same because of it.

  • Brandy says:

    I still remember Chris calling me from work that day (we were stationed at Keesler AFB in Biloxi MS then) and we both were in shock over the phone together. It was a horrific day that I hope is never forgotten, the sacrifices, the heroism and the lives lost.

  • Christy says:

    It still makes me cry to see footage from that day.

    I was working at a construction landfill in September 2001, and my husband (then my boyfriend) called my cell phone and frantically told me to turn on the television. He said that he was hearing reports on the radio of a Cessna having clipped one of the twin towers. I turned on the TV and saw the gaping hole in the building and said, “That’s no Cessna. That’s a jet. That’s a passenger jet.”

    My heart continued to sink as I watched the footage and imagined the myriad scenarios that could have led to this disaster. It was quickly apparent that this was no accident.

    Drivers continued to approach the ticket window. Some had heard the news and were anxious, others had no idea. I had just finished printing a ticket for a driver and re-fixed my gaze on the television when I saw the second plane hit.

    I remember screaming, then silence. Lots of silence. The drivers were uncharacteristically quiet almost all day. There were few conversations, just the drone of the news coverage occasionally broken up by the rumble of the truck engines.

    The third and fourth planes crashed. We were beginning to wonder how many planes had been hijacked. Was it just these four? Or were there dozens more all over the country? When and where would it stop? Were we at war?

    After work, I had to go pay bills. The cars on the road seemed silent. People in the stores were silent. As pedestrians, we shared sad, knowing glances. I’ve never experienced anything like it, nor do I care to again.

    When I got home, I found Randy staring wide-eyed at the news. We curled up on the couch together and silently comforted each other as we repeatedly watched the towers fall and listened to the eyewitness accounts from Pennsylvania and the Pentagon.

    I know many people dread each September 11th and the re-broadcasting of the coverage from that fateful day. I do understand that. For me, though, this coverage is a gift. It helps keep us from forgetting not only the atrocities that occurred, but also that our people DO have the capacity for unity. That is a difficult fact to remember with all of the divisiveness in the news.

    Thank you, Vicki, for posting this.

  • Marianne says:

    Many, many people I know were personally impacted that day — we live close to Boston and so knew folks on the planes.

    Our home is on a flight path, and I remember how, for several days it was silent while they downed all the planes to investigate. Then, as they started flying again, every time one went over I waited for it to crash. Took me weeks to stop flinching every time I heard a plane.