We still remember. We still mourn. Those we lost are not forgotten. Never forgotten. This post is an update to what I’ve written in the past to commemorate this day. It’s been twelve years since the attack on September 11, 2001. And still yet the blink of an eye. As time passes, there are those who seem to no longer care. I will always care. I will always remember.
I was on my computer that fateful day, reading email. When, a little before 9:00 Eastern time, my mom came and told me a plane had flown into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. I changed over to one of the news channels just in time to see United Flight 175 strike the South Tower. Shock. Horror. And then immense pride at how our citizens pulled together to help one another.
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 incredibly 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’ve ever seen in my life. And the intervening years hasn’t changed that. 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 those who lost loved ones, my heart goes out to you today. And I leave you with this moving tribute video.