We remember - and rebuild in their honor.
This weekend is a special weekend for America. We mark the 10th anniversary of the terrorist attacks upon our nation. First, the World Trade Center in New York City. That terrible day, 10 years ago, for many of us has the same level of impact as the moon landings in 1969. I remember exactly where I was standing, what I was doing, what I was wearing, when I watched the second plane hit the building. with a clarity that is down right frightening. The smell of dry dusty pine assaults my senses every time I revisit that memory.
The Pentagon, the hub of our military command structure, was hit by flight 77 with 189 lives lost. Again, I remember exactly where I was when I heard that the Pentagon had been hit…with the same clarity. As a veteran it was suddenly even more personal than it was as an American citizen. I was angry I can remember I was shaking with the anger…the desire to want to retaliate personally surging through me like lava in my veins.
And over a field in Pennsylvania...
It took a little longer for Flight 93s story to get out. But it did, and the story gave us all something to hold on to in a time of devastation. “Let’s Roll!” Two simple words, in fact, just two syllables. Not only did Todd Beamer and the other pro-active passengers on board Flight 93 give their lives to ensure that the plane could not be used as a weapon against a building, but Mr. Beamer, in his final words in his conversation, gave the nation a slogan that would, in those first horrendous days following the attack, help to galvanize a nation reeling in shock.
So, for your succor this weekend, remember where you were that day. Remember how it felt. Then, in whatever way is appropriate to you, do something to honor those that lost their lives in New York, Washington DC, and a field in Pennsylvania that day. If that is your style, pray for the families. If you want to do something more concrete, volunteer to honor them. Take a walk in the woods and be thankful for your freedom.
For my parent’s generation “lest we forget” referred to the Holocaust. For us it refers to a day when a nation collectively held it’s breath and watched in horror as our citizenry was attacked in a heinous and nearly incomprehensible way. At least this year, as we mourn the dead, as families gather in New York, Washington, and Pennsylvania, to honor and remember their lost loved ones, we know that the initiator of such terror and wanton destruction of human life can no longer create such havoc. Oh that?…
Geronimo.
