The liberty principle for this Freedom Friday concerns remembering 9/11. Twenty-five years ago, America and Americans suffered one of the worst days, one of the darkest days in our history. It was the first time since Pearl Harbor that someone attacked the United States on our own soil.
On the
morning of September 11, 2001 – 9/11 – terrorists attacked the World Trade
Center, the Pentagon, and a fourth plane in Pennsylvania. Hundreds of people were
killed, and our nation was deeply shocked. Everyone who lived through that day
will remember where they were and what they were doing when they first heard the
news of the attack.
I
remember where I was when I heard that President John F. Kennedy had been shot.
I remember where I was when I heard that President Ronald Reagan had been shot.
I remember where I was when I heard that the tower had been hit. My first
thought was that a private pilot had been where they should not have been. When
the second tower was hit – and I learned that the airplanes were actually
airliners – I knew that America had been deliberately attacked.
I
remember where I was when I heard that the first tower was hit. My teenage
daughter was in her bedroom listening to the news when I entered the room to
braid her hair. It was shortly after 5:00 in the morning. Some minutes later, I
was at the meetinghouse preparing to teach a group of teenagers a spiritual
lesson. A group of my students entered the classroom and told me that the
second tower had been hit.
I came
home from Seminary that morning to find my husband and newly married son
waiting for me with the news. They told me that my daughter-in-law’s red-eye flight
was changed from a stopover in Seattle to a non-stop flight to Salt Lake City.
She had safely arrived home before the skies were closed.
I
remember driving out to Lake Hood that day to get something out of the shed for
my husband. There was no one at the lake – one of the busiest float plane bases
in the world next to an international airport. There were no airplanes flying,
and no workers at any of the aviation-related businesses.
I
remember the silence of the skies. It was moose season, a time of year when
large numbers of private pilots fly out to hunting camps and return with meat
for the winter. There were no airplanes in the skies, and the whole area was
strangely quiet.
I remember
our own excitement/fear when we learned that an airliner was headed to
Anchorage – not knowing about the event in New York City. Authorities here
thought that another attack was happening, but they were able to talk to the
pilot and divert the flight to Canada.
I
remember my daughter coming home from school and exclaiming about all the flags
flying along her route home. Our flag was also flying.
I
remember September 12, 2001, when members of Congress stood on the steps of the
Capitol Building, holding US flags and singing “God Bless America, in a
spontaneous chorus.
I remember
the changes in security at federal buildings and airports. I hate the
twenty-five years of taking off shoes and jackets to clear security before I
could board an airplane.