I still remember, as I think every American does, where I was that morning 10 years ago.
I was sitting in an 8am class in my last semester of college, when as we were packing up to leave there was buzz of a plane crash in NYC.
It was obviously shocking to then hear that a full size jet had crashed into one of the World Trade Center Towers, because this was the short of thing that would happen to a small single engine plane dangerously off course, or a pilot losing consciousnesses.
Nothing could really prepare me for seeing the second plane hit just after I had gotten back to our house. At that point there was no speculation that it was intentional. The odds of this being some sick coincidence were unfathomable. It was an attack, not an accident.
About a month ago, I was able to visit Ground Zero and spend time at St Paul’s Chapel near the site. It served as a place to rest for recovery workers at the site and has now served as a memorial to the day. Fitting that the oldest church in Manhattan (built in 1766) will stand to remind visitors of this tragic day and be a place to reflect on the great loss we suffered.
In all that has happened since with the politics & military action, there has been and still will be much debate, but I think the focus today should be on remembering those that lost their lives innocently going about their business that morning; those that died trying to rescue the people trapped inside and all those that have since died from the effects of cleaning up and investigating the Ground Zero site; and all the soldiers who have died since in the wars that inevitably began because of this great attack.
It was a great national disaster, maybe the greatest, that has brought about many changes from the mundane to the significant in all of our lives, but it is one event that can not be forgotten to prevent another great tragedy from ever happening again.