Post by spanishspy on Sept 11, 2016 4:44:39 GMT
It's technically the day on the East Coast, where the planes hit, so I think this is justifiable.
Fifteen years ago today four planes were hijacked, transformed into missiles. Two were rammed into the World Trade Center, one en route to Washington was crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, and one hit the Pentagon in my hometown of Arlington, Virginia.
I was but four years old then; my sister wasn't even a year old. My father has told me that he learned of the attack by hearing of the Pentagon attack and of the World Trade Center crash by calling his brother in New York. Then, he realized, that the United States was under attack.
He rushed to the preschool I attended and was the first parent there; he told the staff of the attack. Reading his writing years later, he said the following:
"If I am going to die, I want to die with my family."
And yet I remember none of it.
It's bizarre, really, and frighteningly personal. The plane that rammed into the Pentagon followed a road that I would cross to buy Lego sets at a Toys 'R Us in Bailey's Crossroads, played games at Circuit City, bought Bratwurst for German dinners, traveled to the Air Force Memorial to see the Fourth of July fireworks in Washington, and later learned to drive on.
I see pictures of the day in my hometown and see fire trucks in the livery of those I saw on the streets routinely. I read an account on Reddit of the day that said he was in high school when he heard the news, and that the school administration had called all the children of Pentagon workers to their office.
That school may well have been the one I graduated from in 2015.
That school had banners from a school in New Jersey flown every anniversary, and the moments of silence were a minute long. Growing up, it was always so somber, this day.
On that day 2,977 people were killed in such a heinous attack, sending the world into a cycle of untold misery.
I elaborate my thoughts on this day in this article I wrote for the Tab back in April.
I post this in NPC to avoid the miserable slog of last year's thread in Chat. As someone from a Ground Zero, it appalls me to see threads such as these plunged into sectarian bickering. Please, none, please.
Fifteen years ago today four planes were hijacked, transformed into missiles. Two were rammed into the World Trade Center, one en route to Washington was crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, and one hit the Pentagon in my hometown of Arlington, Virginia.
I was but four years old then; my sister wasn't even a year old. My father has told me that he learned of the attack by hearing of the Pentagon attack and of the World Trade Center crash by calling his brother in New York. Then, he realized, that the United States was under attack.
He rushed to the preschool I attended and was the first parent there; he told the staff of the attack. Reading his writing years later, he said the following:
"If I am going to die, I want to die with my family."
And yet I remember none of it.
It's bizarre, really, and frighteningly personal. The plane that rammed into the Pentagon followed a road that I would cross to buy Lego sets at a Toys 'R Us in Bailey's Crossroads, played games at Circuit City, bought Bratwurst for German dinners, traveled to the Air Force Memorial to see the Fourth of July fireworks in Washington, and later learned to drive on.
I see pictures of the day in my hometown and see fire trucks in the livery of those I saw on the streets routinely. I read an account on Reddit of the day that said he was in high school when he heard the news, and that the school administration had called all the children of Pentagon workers to their office.
That school may well have been the one I graduated from in 2015.
That school had banners from a school in New Jersey flown every anniversary, and the moments of silence were a minute long. Growing up, it was always so somber, this day.
On that day 2,977 people were killed in such a heinous attack, sending the world into a cycle of untold misery.
I elaborate my thoughts on this day in this article I wrote for the Tab back in April.
I post this in NPC to avoid the miserable slog of last year's thread in Chat. As someone from a Ground Zero, it appalls me to see threads such as these plunged into sectarian bickering. Please, none, please.