9/11 - Four Years later
It was a bright clear Tuesday morning. I was running late for work, again. I had just turned onto the street out side my subdivision. I am a news Junkie, I was listening to local talk radio station KTOK. The host was talking about some local issue; I don’t remember what it was. It was a little before 8:00 local time the local news segment would normally just be starting, when they broke in and announced that a passenger jet had just hit one of the WTC towers. I remember thinking something about a drunken pilot. I have such a dark and sarcastic sense of humor, of course that is where my mind went first. How could a plane hit a skyscraper in New York? For just a few minutes even the radio announcer was speculating that it was an accident.
Then – the unthinkable – just as my mind was getting a handle on a passenger plane hitting a building, the announcer said that a plane had hit the other tower. Now everyone who heard that knew that it was some kind of attack. No more jokes in my mind, just a mixture of horror, anger, disbelief, and sadness. Living in Oklahoma City, my mind leapt back to April 19, 1995. I could not believe something like this had happened again. I knew at that moment, my life, and everybody else’s would never again be the same.
When I arrived at work, every one in the office was standing watching the TV in our lobby in disbelief, as they announced that the Pentagon had been hit by yet another plane. I thought “When is the horror going to stop?” The days that followed are a blur. I don’t think much work got done in our office that week. We were all stunned and angry.
The feeling I had 9/11/01 has never gone away, though it has been pushed to the back of my mind most of the time. Four years later, as I watched the Memorial Service while getting ready for church this morning, I had to fight back the tears. Fox news showed pictures from that day, and it still seems surreal. Then as the names of the victims were being read, even though I did not know anyone killed personally, I felt as if I had lost family members.
The anger and sadness welled up inside me, breaking through the barrier I had built against it. I wondered why, 4 years later, we still have not brought bin Laden to justice, why the most powerful country in the world does not go into Pakistan, where we all know he is being harbored, and bring him out. I don’t care what the Foreign Policy ramifications are. We have the right as free people to capture, try and execute the man responsible for the largest terrorist attack on US, or any other soil. We can sort out the political consequences later.
During the Fox coverage of the Memorial service, there was an interview with one of the family members of a victim, he was talking about the plans for a permanent memorial at ground zero – how the “blame America first” crowd wants hijack the sacred site and put in an exhibit displaying all of the “atrocities” committed by the US throughout its history. America has made its mistakes, we have grown from those mistakes, we must remember those mistakes, so as not to commit them again, however the hollowed ground on which nearly 3,000 innocent people died is not the place to do it. It should be a place to contemplate, and remember those who have given their lives defeating terrorism.

