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Friday, September 7, 2012

Never Forget 9/11

"The world's gone crazy, yo!"  With that sentence, life, as I knew it, would change forever.

The morning of Tuesday, September 11, 2001 started out ordinary enough.  At the time, I was living in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania and working at a facility which produced pre-manufactured homes.  My shift would start at 6AM, and at this time of the year, the sun was just peaking through as the bell rang to start our shift.  On this day, we were quick to lift the bay doors open, as it was forecasted as a warm, sunny late summer's day.  Of course, with a factory full of open doors and windows, the smell of the country air quickly filled the place.  To those who don't make it out of the city, I can't explain the smell.  It's something you'll have to experience on your own.

Our first shift break came at 10AM.  My ritual, at this time, was to grab something from the break room vending machine, and sit on the side of the building, and chat it up with the guys from our production line.  This day was no different.  I took my place on the stack of lumber, when a co-worker blurts out about how the world has gone crazy.  When I asked him to elaborate, he said something about how the Pentagon, in California, was bombed.  I assured him he must be mistaken, as the Pentagon was not in California, but rather in Washington, DC.  He insisted he heard the Pentagon was bombed.  When I asked him where he heard this (as we were at work, in the middle of nowhere, and this is well before smartphones), he said our foreman was over at his car, on the other end of the building, listening to the news from New York City.  On our way to his car we stopped in the break room, and found the rest of the crew huddled around a radio, listening to the news, as well.  It was worse than we first expected.  Yes, the Pentagon had come under attack, but both twin towers of the World Trade Center were hit, as well.  As confused and distracted as we were, we needed to return to work.

Needless to say, production deteriorated throughout the day.  No one wanted to work.  How could you, when the world around us just changed forever?  We stood outside on our lunch break, congregated around our foreman's car, as we listened to the news coming out of New York City.  Yet another plane was hijacked.  This time, close to home.  Three hours west, by turnpike, to be exact.  This plane crashed and burned in a field in Shanksville.  Panic started to set in.  Some of us lined up at the payphone to call loved ones.  Some went home to grab their guns.  My thoughts went to my parents back home in Scranton, who lived dangerously close to an ammunition plant.  We didn't know how many of these planes there were, or what their targets were.  Them taking out an ammunition plant seemed to not be out of the equation.

Work had come to a standstill by the end of the day.  Knowing there was a ban on air travel in place, we'd go outside to grab lumber, keeping a cautious eye, and ear, to the sky.  There was an eery silence that afternoon.  The countryside is a ever-peaceful place, yet there is so much death and destruction going on, and it's all within a few hours drive.

The media coverage of the day was unprecedented.  Every single network, from basic cable, to music channels, to movie and home shopping channels, was airing around-the-clock news.  No regular programming.  No commercials.  It was all news, all the time-and none of it was good.  That night I sat, glued in front of the television, in awe and basically stunned at what I was seeing.  It's something you'd never imagine seeing so close to home.  It would be at least another week before stations would break away from their coverage of the September 11th Attacks, and resume their normal programming schedule.

Tuesday is the 11th anniversary of 9/11.  Take a moment out of your day to reflect on the events of that day.  Participate in the moments of silence which commemorate the times in which the planes struck their targets.  Fly the American flag.  Say a prayer for those affected by the tragedy.  Do whatever it is you can to remember the most senseless tragedy in the history of the United States.



Dave, this is an excellent piece of writing and your rekindled recollection of that day is familiar to all of us in the USA. As a tribute, I rescheduled this for Tuesday to run again. Maybe it will wake a few folks up to what happened on that day known only as, 9/11.
Inspiring! Thank you!

sarah saad said...

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نقل عفش بجدة
نقل عفش بالطائف

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