And I will Never Forget.
Last year I spent a lot of time sifting through photos for a seven-day countdown to the second anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. By the time I was finished, I was a wreck. I was surprised at how much just clicking through all those stills on Google Images affected me. I decided that this year I wouldn’t do it.
This picture is of United Airlines Flight 175, moments before it hit the South Tower of the World Trade Center at 09:03:11 EST.
I wrote a haphazard summary of the first chapter of the 9/11 Commission Report last month entitled “Planes. As in Plural.”. Included in my post is this exchange between the FAA Control Center and the New York terminal approach control, beginning at 9:01. American Airlines Flight 11 had hit the North Tower fifteen minutes earlier, at 08:46:40:
Terminal: I got somebody who keeps coasting but it looks like he’s going into one of the small airports down there.
Center: Hold on a second. I’m trying to bring him up here and get you—There he is right there. Hold on.
Terminal: Got him just out of 9,500—9,000 now.
Center: Do you know who he is?
Terminal: We’re just, we just we don’t know who he is. We’re just picking
him up now.
Center (at 9:02): Alright. Heads up man, it looks like another one coming in.
Maybe worth a look if you’re interested in the events of that day three years ago.
I didn’t lose anyone that day. I don’t personally know anyone who lost anyone that day.
I don’t intend to ever lose anyone to a terrorist attack.
I wish I could do more to make sure I never do. We are fighting a World War and I feel like I’ve done nothing to help us win.
I don’t think I’ll be posting any more today.
UPDATE: A lot of folks have pictures of various soldiers, civil servants, and prominent individuals saluting the flag on this day. I’ve got a picture of my nine-year-old son:
The Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts of the Gerald R. Ford Council in the Grand Rapids, MI, area are spending the entire day saluting the flag. The entire day. As in sunrise to sunset, somone is on station saluting the flag.
My son did it last year also and got a special council patch for his uniform. He was so proud. But not as proud as his dad was.