I’ve been thinking long and hard about what to write today. It’s not that I have lack of anything to write, but the words I would like to say just aren’t coming to me. As most of you remember, September 11, 2001 was an absolute tragedy for Americans across the nation, particularly for those in New York City, near the Pentagon, and in the small Pennsylvania town that saw a plane crash in a field. Hours of video footage shows the same thing- death, despair, destruction, and loss. Looking up at those burning buildings and knowing there isn’t a thing anyone can do to stop the inevitable is heart wrenching.
Fast forward to September 12. There’s still dust in the air, fires still burning, bodies still beneath the ruble. But something has changed in the atmosphere. America is alive with passion and pride. New York wakes up with determination and strength. Rescue workers and volunteers gather at Ground Zero to begin recovery. Former President Bush delivers a speech using only a bull horn. For once we aren’t political party members, we are people united by our national pride. Looking to the sky saying our prayers and looking to our flag pledging our allegiance. Slowly, we begin the long process of healing and rebuilding. That day sets a precedent for the next few years.
I look back on that day every year and it brings tears to my eyes. It’s like the D-Day of our generation. A tragedy we won’t forget. The crazy thing is our children don’t and won’t remember. It’s just a day in history for them. With my own kids, I’m not going to let them forget because when we forget we become vulnerable.
A few years ago I was able to visit the World Trade Center memorial site. What an absolutely humbling experience to walk on such hallowed ground. You don’t realize how big these buildings were until you see the basement-turned-memorial for each tower. More importantly, you don’t understand the loss of life until you see every name etched into the stone surrounding the memorial. My only complaint about the site was that the American flag wasn’t bigger.
After visiting this beautiful site and reliving every moment of that day, I can honestly say there’s no other place I’d rather call home than here in my America. And this pride electrifies me every time I walk on such hallowed ground.
Before I close, I have to ask: Where were you September 11? Comment below.
5 thoughts on “September 12 and My Trip to the World Trade Center Memorial”
I was in preschool! But I still remover seeing over and over again on CNN news the towers being hit and going down. And my mom saying that we have to get home from pre school!
Wow you were young! I was in 3rd grade. Geez, don’t forget that day Sarah. It will always mean something!
Exactly! My uncle and dad called my mom while we were in the car saying get home! Then I just remember seeing the towers being hit over again but then we to take a nap.
I remember watching Fox and Friends when they suddenly changed their programming to share the breaking news. I stayed glued to the tv all day. I called my husband who works at the Patuxent River Naval Air Station to make sure he was okay. They were all told to go home right away. My kids were at home with me since I homeschool them so I didn’t have to worry about getting them at school. It was a day I will never forget and like you said, Liz, we must teach our children and their children what happened that day. I love the quote “those who refuse to learn from the past, are condemned to repeat it.” Great blog!
THanks for the comment! Glad you remember so vividly and were willing to share with us!