Monday Mission v2.36 baby!
Where were you and what was happening in your life the moment when you first became aware of what was happening at the World Trade Center in New York City last September 11th? What was the first thing you did when you heard the news?
That day, I actually did not get into work until very late (right after the second plane hit) and I was pretty upset at all of the traffic I had to go through to get to work. When I had my old car, I barely listened to the radio and instead played CD’s, so I had no clue what was going on my drive to work. When I got to my desk, I noticed no one was around so I logged on, checked my mail and signed onto my messenger programs. As soon as I signed on, one of my friends told me two planes had flown into the buildings of the World Trade Center. Naturally, I thought he was shitting me and was telling me some sort of off-the-wall joke. Then some people started coming in asking me if I heard the news about the planes hitting the towers. She then told me people were watching it on the news in the other room and I bolted right over. I still couldn’t believe it when I was walking over, but there it was…
I watched the footage, stood there in shock and asked who the hell would attack us like this.
Then the first tower fell…
Then a flashback.
I was 7 or 8 years old and my parents took me and my sister to the twin towers for the first time. I’ve been there roughly 20 times more since then, but that very first time still rings clear in my head. We went all the way up and I remembered stepping onto those metal rails and my dad picked me up and pressed my head against the window. I looked down and still remember that feeling of awe at what I saw below me. It was there on that cold window that I first realized how small we are in the grand scheme of things… He let me back down but I managed to stay there with my forehead plastered against those massive windows watching everything below me work like an ant farm.
Then as the screams and horrible gasps woke me out of my flashback, I just felt weak in the knees and needed to sit down. After the Pentagon attack, the next tower falling and the plane going down in PA, I just had to leave and go home. My dad worked in the area, so my first thought was of him and wondering if he was safe. I drove home and was crying at the sight before me (I have a skyline view) and then I started thinking of all of those people that just disappeared into a pile of rubble. I pulled over and started bawling uncontrollably on the side of the road for a good while.
I got home and my sister was bawling… Her boyfriend worked in one of the Towers and we did not hear from him, nor my dad. Thankfully, they were both safe.
Needless to say, this is one day that I will be able to recall most vividly until I die.
When those truly responsible for the attack are apprehended, what do you think would be the most fitting form of justice?
If they are ever found, simply one of the most torturous and agonizing deaths possible.
This will probably be much like when our parents respond to “Where were you when JFK was shot?”- an event never forgotten by those who were there. But how do you think the history books should present the 9-11 attacks? Should it be included for all future generations? How can we truly convey the shock, the outrage, the emotions and pain of that day to the children of our children?
I don’t think a book or a lesson will ever truly convey the emotions of that day. When you think of what you learned about the battles in WWII, it doesn’t really hit home because you weren’t there. When you watch the war scenes of let’s say “Pearl Harbor” or “Saving Private Ryan,” it wasn’t even close to what it was like to really be on those battleships or on that battlefield. Even when we watch the bombings taking place elsewhere in the world, it does not really affect you as much as if you were right there.
If there were a way to physically inject those memories into people, then we can really convey the actual emotions of what happened that day. Otherwise, I really doubt anything can completely convey the emotions of that (or any other) day.
No one in that building, in the Pentagon, or on the planes (other than the terrorists) knew that 9-11 would be their last day to be alive. For me, it brought home the reality that I could be gone at anytime, without any warning. Now, I really want each day to have some value. Did the events of 9-11 bring about a change in the way you live your life?
To be honest, no… To me every day that I have lived so far has had some value in one way or another.
Several who loved to fly in planes will not step foot in one anymore. Many parents are more protective of their children. A year later, do you find yourself feeling more secure than back then? Or is it just a matter of time before something else happens?
I do not and have not felt secure even since before 9/11. Personally, I believe something else will happen because we have gotten too laxed again.
The best way for me to honor the those impacted by the attack will be to refrain from any media that day. No papers, no radio and especially no television. Others will light candles, and others will attend special services. What, if anything, will you do to personally reflect on the tragedy?
I am working this Wednesday actually. I plan to donate some money to the local Red Cross. I am also going to try and get myself to the local high school to donate some blood. I’d rather give something back to the community to be honest…
I doubt I will have anything to do with TV, the newspapers or the radio… I’ve always despised the media and how it loves to take advantage of any event for the benefit of extra ratings and money.
One of the visuals that touched me the most were the walls and walls full of hand made “Missing” posters. What image will you always have in your mind when you recall the events of 9-11?
Having one of my fondest childhood memories destroyed before my eyes.
BONUS: Who’s gonna come around when you break?
You can’t go on, thinkin’,
Nothin’s wrong, but bye,
(Who’s gonna drive you)
(who’s gonna drive you)
Who’s gonna drive you home, tonight?
(who’s gonna drive you home)