Thursday, September 11, 2014

How Do You Remember?

Many of us remember that fateful day when  the attacks on the Twin Towers and the Pentagon happened. We remember and we cannot forget. I recently watched a documentary on the attacks in New York and I promise you I choke up or cry each time. It's a day that I will absolutely NEVER forget.

I went to work early that day, and was in such a happy mood that was such a nice day.  I just remember I kept looking up at the sky.....cause it was so blue.  I saw the old men in the park outside my building sitting in their regular spots, some playing checkers...others just conversing.  I said hello to the ones who's faces were familiar and walked to the Metro. I got to work early that day about 8:30 to discuss some work concerns with my supervisor. At the time I was working in the small market radio sales department of the Associated Press Broadcast News Center in Washington, DC. I remember sitting at my boss' desk and coming up with some sort of strategy to move forward in my position. Shortly after our meeting started, a co-worker rushed into the office saying that a plane just flew into the Twin Towers. Of course, being a news organization, we stopped everything we're doing, we were THEE news so, quite naturally, we had to check this story out.

We rushed out to our company lobby to watch the commotion on the big screen tv's. I remember it was a little before 9:00 and the tower was on fire.....there was smoke billowing out and I heard myself say, "That building is going to fall." Someone responded to my comment, very dismissively saying, "Ah, that building can't's designed NOT to fall." Regardless, I was sure people were dead, I was sure that it was an accident and while it was a sad event, I remember thinking I needed to get my day started. So, I began walking back to my desk, glanced over my shoulder at the person who waived off my comment about the building falling and said again, "That building is going to fall."

I couldn't have taken 10 steps when I heard a sea of gasps and screams......I turned back to look and the second tower was hit. That's when I knew, something was wrong. I went back to the TV and watched like everyone else in horror.

My stomach sank and I rushed to my desk to check on my mother in Connecticut and other family members and friends who lived and worked in New York City.....but I couldn't get through. I tried my mother again.....NO LUCK. Then I was able to reach my close friend who, was working at the Department of Treasury which is located directly next to The White House...this was a little bit after 9:30....and as she's telling me that they're evacuating the Executive Corridor she says, 'Oh, sh*t....Oh sh*t. A plane just flew's too low....that plane is too low. I have to go, I'll call you back.' If anyone knows anything about airspace and Washington, DC, specifically the area around The White House, they know, that NO planes are allowed to fly in that air space.

My heart nearly dropped into my gut......our building was literally located a few short 4-5 blocks from the White House....what did that mean? A PLANE FLYING OVER THE WHITE HOUSE? I picked up the phone and tried my mother now she should be at work. "HELLO?" Thank you GOD, I thought to myself. As we are discussing all that was happening in New York, a coworker walked past me with the most shocked look on her face and said....'The Pentagon is on fire, it's on fire, a bomb hit the Pentagon or something.' she kept walking in a hurry. I told my mother what happened and she tells me to get out of there and go home. But what do I do? Where do I go? My best friend works in the area of the The Pentagon and was pregnant, was she okay? The Pentagon is just across the river from DC and a sudden sense of panic came over me.

I immediately went back to my friend saying that there was a plane flying over The White House....was that the plane she saw? Did that plane just fly into the Pentagon? I put the pieces together....planes are being used like bombs. Where was the next plane going to land? I took my mother's advice, grabbed my belongings to go home....rushed down the stairs, out of the building only to see the city was in chaos. People were in a panic, in shock, crying, traffic on 18th street was at a crawl, at best. I knew from the looks of everything it would take an eternity to get home....which was only just a few stops away....and wondered if was it safe to take the Metro without knowing what could happen next? Thinking, maybe I should just walk. I was so confused.....fear set in and I just wanted to cry.

A friend standing outside came up to me and said....'Just go back inside....there's no reason to get upset. If you said your prayers this morning, you have nothing to worry about.' I knew deep down, he was right. I still, however, couldn't shake the feeling of fear, panic and anxiety. I went back inside and sat down at my desk. All of a sudden, the General Manager for our division announced that no one will be going home. We were 'ordered' to stay in the building and stay safe. He commanded that we were a news organization and we had a job to do. Now, while that sounds all heroic and whatnot...all I could think about was people being in the Pentagon and the Twin Towers and how 'safe' were we really? But, I stayed, I answered phones, spoke with our members and helped get the latest updates to reporters in our news center. When my day was done, I gathered my belongings, prepared myself to go home and prayed that I would get their safely.

When I got outside, there was still a sense of fear, panic and sadness in the air. By now, we saw what else happened, we kind of knew what was going on - how it happened, there was a collective consciousness that we knew our lives were going to be VERY different. As I walked down the street towards the metro, I felt like we were living in a police or military state. There were tanks and armed soldiers on the corners of almost every block in downtown DC. That made me feel a bit more safe....but I knew it was just a facade.

I don't remember my train ride back home.....but what I do remember is walking towards my apartment, past the park and seeing the same old men in the same place still doing to the same thing they were doing earlier that morning.  I remember thinking.....they're so unaffected by all of it....Do they even know what happened today? One of the friendly faces I greeted each morning stopped what he was doing and said, "Baby girl, everything will be alright. They just want us to be scared, that's all." I don't know if he noticed the look on my face or if God was speaking through him, maybe both, but, I still remember being scared to death.

Back in my apartment I immediately went to look out my bedroom window. I was fortunate to have a top floor apartment that was situated at the top of a hill in DC.  It overlooked all of NW Washington DC and across the Potomac into VA and MD - I had a GREAT view of the city. I knew what to expect when I looked out the window....I knew I'd be able to see the Pentagon. It was ablaze. That's when it hit me. I was immediately overcome.....I held it all in the whole day and I fell apart in that moment. I cried the entire night.

It wouldn't be until years later that I would understand that my reaction that night was complete and unbearable grief of the whole experience of living in that exact moment in time. No one I knew died. No one I knew was hurt. By the grace of God all of my family and friends were safe.  I remember that day with such clarity and better than I can remember what happened just five minutes ago. It is a day that I will NEVER forget.....ever.....ever....EVER.

How do you remember 9/11? Share your story in the comments.

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1 comment:

  1. I was in basic training for the U.S. Army on that fateful day at Fort Lenord Wood in Missouri.. We were all practicing our BRM (Basic Rifle Marksmanship), when a drill sergeant came busting in to the room, and told us that the twin towers were attacked, the pentagon was on fire, and planes are crashing all over out of the sky, and post was on lock down. At first nobody believed him. You see, our drill sergeants ALWAYS made up bizarre stories trying to see if we would get worked up or not. We looked at him and went back to what we were doing because surely this story was no different than all of the others before. His face dropped to a more serious look as he lowered his voice and said, "This is not a drill. Come in to the common room." We all followed him wondering if this was some sort of sick elaborate joke. We all get in to the room, and he turns on the TV. We witness images of the fire and collapse of the twin towers, see the pentagon on fire. We had really been attacked. We stood there shocked and in disbelief as we watched this undeniable truth. Most all of the people in the room started bawling, as OVER HALF of the people I was training next to were from NY. This was their town, their blocks, their HOME, being destroyed. It was then I realized that this certainly meant we were going to go to war. These terrorists attacked us right here on our soil, the soil that I had sworn my life to protect against any enemy. I was scared. I knew what I had signed up for when I signed my name on the dotted line, but I had no idea that that possibility would present itself so quickly either. I worried that we would all be deployed as soon as basic training had ended, I wondered if we had enough training to deal with these real life situations. This would not just be simulators and mocked up scenarios. This was REAL. Real life and real deaths. But were we really ready to face this head on and come out on the other side alive?? None of us knew for sure. After basic training was completed we were sent off to our duty stations. Some of us were deployed to war and witnessed terrible horrors that I will not write about here. Others were sent off and never came home to hug their families again. I will never forget that day or any of my brothers and sisters who lost their precious lives fighting for this country and all of our freedoms. <3


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