9/11/2001

No photos of burning buildings, no video of towers collapsing; simply think about where you were on September 11, 2001.

The lost are remembered on the 19th anniversary of the September 11 attacks.

Who could forget that day?

I had just turned on the morning news and was drinking my first cup of cup when all hell broke loose.

In real time, I watched the World Trade Center’s South Tower burn at 9:03 a.m., (6am my time) moments after being struck by United Airlines Flight 175.

I put down my coffee and ran upstairs to wake up my then twenty-year-old son.

I didn’t know what was happening–if similar attacks were planned for the west coast–but we watched the unfolding of tragedy after tragedy.

Never forget the loss of life at the Towers or the Pentagon or Flight 93, which crashed into a field in Pennsylvania during an attempt by the passengers and crew to regain control.

Someone just sent me this graphic that says it all:

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My memories of September 11, 2001

I’m on the west coast, so it was around 6-ish in the morning here. The captain was working locally in the harbor, and had left about 5:15 a.m. I was doing my normal thing, washing dishes, drinking a cup of coffee, and getting ready for work as marketing manager for a catering company. My son was home from college for some reason I can’t recollect right now, but he was asleep. I glanced over at the television and saw breaking news alerts and a picture of smoke billowing from a tall building. I had an ominous sense of foreboding and dropped what I was doing to pay full attention. What I heard and saw could absolutely not be true, but it most tragically was true and was happening right before my eyes and the eyes of the world. I started to become frightened. What did it mean? Were we under attack? What was I supposed to do? I ran upstairs to gently rouse my son. I told him he should come down and watch the news with me; it seemed that something terrible was going on all over the country. He came down and we sat side by side on the sofa and kept saying, “Oh no, oh no, oh no”. Together we watched the second tower come down. The images of loved ones searching for the missing should haunt us forever. That evening my son went to a candlelight vigil on the beach his friends had organized.  This was our generation’s day that will live in infamy. We must never forget.