It literally took me forever to start writing this post.
September 11th is such a hard day for this country, knowing the right thing to say or how to start is just awkward. Where do you even begin?
I guess I’ll start with me.
Whenever I try to start writing this post, all I get are memories. Watching people die in real time for the first time. People covered in smoke and debris. I vividly remember watching the news anchors have trouble asking people questions because it was all so unbelievably horrific. I can’t even imagine what the people at Ground Zero were feeling. I don’t want to imagine it.
I didn’t understand what a terrorist was, who Osama Bin Laden was, or a single thing about foreign policy or National Security. I was 11. I wasn’t into politics then, I loved this country as much as any 11 year old raised by patriotic parents could, but I didn’t have any idea what was going on or that it meant we’d basically be at war with an entire region for the next 14 years.
It’s impossible to forget, and we never should.
So today’s post is all about remembering. Today I would like to remember the people we lost, their families, and the people we relied on for help.
There were 2,977 victims on September 11th, 2001.
246 people died on four planes.
2,606 people died in the World Trade Center or surrounding area. At least 200 of them either fell or decided to jump to their death.
125 people died at the Pentagon.
Nearly all of the casualties were civilians except for 72 law enforcement officers, 343 firefighters, and 55 military personnel.
More than 90 countries lost citizens in the attack. It is the worst terrorist attack in world history, and the deadliest foreign act of destruction to life and property on American soil since Pearl Harbor.
It matters. The people we lost that day matter. The actions we took after it matter. And the lessons we learned matter.
However today, I guess I’m just asking you guys to think about the people we lost. Leave the foreign policy talk, the 2016 election, and the national security strategies for tomorrow.
Lets simply remember the families that lost loved ones, the servicemen that helped search for survivors and dig them out of the rubble. The brave souls that sacrificed themselves and took down Flight 93 before it was able to reach the White House. Heather “Lucky” Penny, the woman fighter pilot who was tasked with flying her own plane into Flight 93 if it didn’t go down on it’s own, and so many more.
And if there is one more thing I can ask you to remember, it’s to remember how we united. At the end of the day, the entire nation was there to help. It shouldn’t take a terrorist attack and 2,977 victims to feel that unity.
From the bottom off my heart, thank you to every single person that helped in the aftermath of 911.
To the victims and their families, know that today, you are on the mind of millions of Americans. We love you.