Remembering, Because We Can Never Forget
I was in a class when the planes hit the Twin Towers. I had driven to Minneapolis to take the class and was waiting for it to begin when I heard the news. I called my wife the first chance I got, then I called my parents.
All of the talk that day in class was about the terrorist attacks. Two planes had hit the World Trade Center towers, one had hit the Pentagon. Another one had crashed in Pennsylvania. The rumor was that the plane that crashed was headed for the White House or Congress. Even more rumors swirled that day and in the days that followed. We heard that more attacks were planned and everything from the Sears Tower in Chicago to our local power plant became a potential target.
When I got home, I saw the video of the twin towers being hit and destroyed. People in the street stood in disbelief. Clouds of ash covered everyone and everything. Families searched for loved ones. Notices were posted on shop windows and telephone poles seeking information on missing friends and relatives.
As the buildings burned, I remember seeing images of people flinging themselves from open windows, falling helplessly to a sure death. Police and fire fighters rushed into the Twin Towers only to have the buildings collapse all around them. Every image was more gruesome than the last; every story more heartbreaking.
As we prepare to commemorate the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, one program after another will be shown on TV featuring the images of that fateful day. I don’t want to see them. The memories are still too painful, the emotions too raw. I try to put the images out of my mind, to forget even if just for a little bit, but I can’t. The moment was too powerful, the aftermath too tragic.
I have heard it said over and over again that we will always remember; we will never forget. It is true. The images are burned into our collective minds, a constant and painful reminder of what happen on the day terrorists attacked the United States and changed our lives forever. We will always remember the men and women who died that day, the first responders who sacrificed their lives in the line of duty, and the heroes of Flight 93 who gave their lives to prevent even further tragedy.
On this, the 10th anniversary of the attack that took place on September 11, 2001, we remember the victims and the heroes, the images of the carnage, the stories of tragedy and triumph, of heartbreak and hope. We remember because it is the right thing to do, and because we can never forget, no matter how hard we try.












