The other night I was channel surfing, trying in vain to find something interesting to watch on TV and my remote paused on a specific program –Tom Brokaw’s 2005 broadcast about Flight 93, the doomed hijacked flight that crashed into the green fields of Shanksville, Pennsylvania on 9/11.
I was taken aback for a second. I had not realized that yet another anniversary was rolling around – the ninth anniversary, no less.
Tomorrow marks nine years since that tragic, vicious, soul-ripping day. It seems like it happened not so long ago. The memory of the events of that day are still so clear in my mind, that I’m almost certain that when the 20th anniversary rolls around I’ll still remember 9/11 like it happened yesterday. That day is burned in my memory.
Since 9/11 I’m not so sure we have made any real progress against the war on terror…and I’m not so sure we can ever have any tangible results from our terror watch/terror war, whatever you want to call it. And I can’t really say whether the memory of all the victims was honored by our post-9/11 actions.
But what I do know that on that day I cried for all the people who perished in such a painful, unnecessary way. I cried for the families that had to lose their loved ones – husbands and wives, fathers and mothers, children, and friends, and it’s them that I think about with each passing year…
“Never Forget,” we say every single year as yet another anniversary rolls by. As if any of us could ever forget. RIP.