The coverage of the 10th anniversary of 9/11 really threw me this morning. I hadn’t consciously realized it until this morning, but each year on September 11th when I come downstairs I always turn on the TV right away and find a local News channel. I do this because I want to know that they are covering the usual, mostly boring stories that local news channels are good at. This lets me know that on this September 11th things are starting out OK and nothing really bad has happened.
This morning I turned the TV on and went to the guide. I looked across the guide, subconsciously searching for local news but not seeing it, and not feeling good about it. Then I realized that I wasn’t finding it because all the usual channels had coverage for the tenth anniversary. I switched to one and saw they were covering the anniversary, listened to the name call for a few minutes, and figured that nothing bad had happened, today. Still, it threw me, because it wasn’t the regular pattern of September 11th morning for me. It took me out of the norm, and then brought on a lot of memories.
10 years ago today, I came down stairs and my wife’s parents, who were visiting, told me a plane had just crashed into one of the Twin Towers. I asked them something on the lines of “do you mean the B-25 that crashed into the Empire State Building during World War II?”. With a sleepy morning brain, it took some time but it finally dawned that it was happening at that moment. I remember wondering how it could have happened, what mistake could have been made that led to such a massive accident. I recall starting to wonder if it was intentional, and then as I watched with my parents-in-law we saw the second plane hit. I went upstairs, woke my wife and told her the U.S.A. had been attacked. What a day that was. What a loss and a shock it was.
This morning’s coverage took me aback, and brought back so many memories.
Yesterday I rode with the Patriot Guard Riders for the monthly service and military honors for veterans who died this past month. As I stood, flag in hand, I said “thank you” silently after each name was read. Today, there were too many names, too many. I’m thankful knowing that somewhere in this great country, after each name, someone, somewhere, said “Thank you”, and that we remembered.
How lucky I was today to spend the day with my family.
Bless the United States of America. We must never forget.