Tomorrow, I will be where I was Sept 11, 2001.
It will be a time of sadness. Oh, God, the familes. Of those left behind. Of those in harm's way, every day.
I still hear the baffled astonishment in a pilot's voice. Diverted into our station, he was protesting that, due to the fuel necessary for his destination, he was heavy for our station. We relayed the word from dispatch - land immediately, or a pair of Eagles from Seymour Johnson will shoot you down.
I still see firemen and cops running into the towers. I am awed into humility by their bravery. By strangers helping each other out of harm's way. By ordinary citizens in the Pennsylvania skies.
I still see bodies falling.
I still feel unholy rage towards Osama and his ilk.
It will be a time of thanksgiving. For this free nation. For the fair and decent people, that transform, when called upon, into something extraordinary.
Tomorrow, I will be where I was Sept 11, 2001.
It will be a time of sadness. Oh, God, the familes. Of those left behind. Of those in harm's way, every day.
I still hear the baffled astonishment in a pilot's voice. Diverted into our station, he was protesting that, due to the fuel necessary for his destination, he was heavy for our station. We relayed the word from dispatch - land immediately, or a pair of Eagles from Seymour Johnson will shoot you down.
I still see firemen and cops running into the towers. I am awed into humility by their bravery. By strangers helping each other out of harm's way. By ordinary citizens in the Pennsylvania skies.
I still see bodies falling.
I still feel unholy rage towards Osama and his ilk.
It will be a time of thanksgiving. For this free nation. For the fair and decent people, that transform, when called upon, into something extraordinary.
Tomorrow, I will be where I was Sept 11, 2001.