There are many stories floating around about 9/11/01, everyone is sharing where they were that day 10 years ago. But what story really matters? Yours, mine, the firefighters, the police officers?
No ones story matters more than our own. What we experienced on that day.
I was a high school senior, and was in the school library when the first plane hit. I was unaware of what was going on until I got to 3rd period (we had block scheduling) AP English. I walked into the room, in time to see the second plane hit the tower. We watched intently, in silence. Our teacher turned the tv off and looking back, I’m not sure that was the wrong decision to make. The teacher in the room next door came over and told our teacher that she needed to turn the tv back on because one ofnthe towers had just collapsed.
Our teacher reluctantly turned it back on and we watched the other tower fall in silence. As the day progressed, the school became more and more quiet. We walked to our classes, there was minimal talking in the halls and even lunch was quiet.
When the final bell rang that school day, no one ran for the doors. It was like we all wanted to stay together, because for the rest of our lives, whe we think about that day, we will remember who we experienced it with.
In the days to come we would learn that our school libraian who was on Capital Hill giving a presentation was evacuated with the Congressmen fleeing the Capital Building, our 10th grade English teacher’s brother wasn’t at his desk at the Pentagon when the plane hit and Flight 93 had flown directly over us before and after making it’s U-turn back towards the coast.
I have had many individuals in my life since who have been in the Armed Forces…each of them thankfully have come back safely. As two more of them are set to leave again soon, I pray for their safety and safe return to their friends and families.