“Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children. “
- President George W. Bush, November 11, 2001
Since this anniversary marks the beginning of the word ‘terrorism’ for me (and probably most of you) when the world as we know it came crashing down eleven years ago, I thought today’s blog could pay a little respect to those that died, those that jumped, those that became instant heroes, and the loved ones that were left behind.
On the 9th Semptember 2001, at 8:46am the first plane hit. At 9:02am the second blow came. The towers stood burning for 56 minutes and 102 minutes. They fell in 12 seconds.
2,753 people died.
3,501 children lost parents.
Approximately 422,000 people are still suffering post traumatic stress. Eleven. Years. Later.
As a nine year old, all I remember is that Cheez TV wasn’t on. And everyone was acting strange. As a 20 year old, all I can think about is that horrible decision that people had to make:
Jump or burn?
9/11. Gone but never forgotten.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering...America started bombing Afghanistan exactly 26 days later.
Good one George Bush. Good one.