Today is September 11, 2006 five years since that fateful day. Every year, around this time, I like most Americans relive the events of that day. We remember where we were at 8:46 am when the first plane hit the North Tower of the World Trade Center. I was in Manhattan, on the No. 5 train heading to work (I was heading to work a little late because I had gone to vote earlier that day in the New York primary). I heard the first reports of a plane hitting the World Trade Center from people taking the train at 59th Street just a few minutes after the incident. What most said was that a small plane had hit the World Trade Center, and that the news were comparing the accident to one that had occurred in the Empire State building many years ago. I remember that although everyone who came into the train said it was an accident, I was not entirely sure. At Grand Central more people came in reporting on the "accident" saying that there was a lot of fire and smoke coming from the building, still they said it was an accident. I wanted to find the nearest radio, TV to find out what was going on but being in the train, all I could do was wait for my stop. I got off in 14th Street to transfer to the No. 6 train. and got off one stop later at 8th Street. I looked south on Broadway and saw the plume of smoke coming from the trade center, and remember thinking that there was too much smoke for that to have been a small plane. Be that as it may, I had to get to work, but before that I needed to run to the bank. I walked to the bank on 8th and Broadway in the opposite direction of the Trade Center. As the teller was processing my transaction she stopped cold, looked at me and said, "oh my god, another plane just crashed into the World Trade Center." At that moment my worst fears were confirmed, I knew that this had been no accident but was rather a deliberate attack on our country. Still I hoped that I was mistaken, so when I came out of the bank rather than head towards my job I walked down towards Washington Square Park, and from there to LaGuardia Place, where you could get a direct unobstructed view of the Trade Center. Upon seeing that sight, I knew we were at war.
Just as I was taking all of this in, and staring at the Trade Center along with the crowd of students that had gathered there, I heard a familiar voice crying somewhere around me, I turned to look and saw an acquaintance from one of my classes at NYU. She was talking to one of the NYU guards, and saying that she needed to get home. I went to where she was, she turned to me and said "my uncle works in those buildings." She then proceeded to ask me to help her catch a cab, she said she had been trying for a while but had had no luck. I asked her where she was going and she told me that she was heading home. We left Washington Square Park, walked towards Broadway (heading east) and and then turned on Astor Place looking for an empty cab. Finally, on the corner of Astor Place and Cooper Square we were able to hail an empty cab. She immediately got in, we said a prompt goodbye and she was on her way.
I headed to work after this, calling friends and family on my cell phone to verify that everyone was okay. Due to the attacks, and heavy call traffic it was difficult to get to anyone. I was finally able to get in touch with my girlfriend at the time, and she told me, "the pentagon's just been hit." Her words pierced through me, and as I struggled to take it all in all I could say was "shit, shit, we're at war."
I walked into work, and saw the fear in everyone's face, the disbelief at what was taking place. All I could think of saying when I walked in, was "it was al Qaeda." We all talked about what was going on, and in the midst of our conversation, I said "they tried to take them down before, 1993, and they survived, and today they are still standing," just then, one of my co-workers turned to me and said, the South Tower has collapsed; the time was 9:59 am. Tears immediately filled my eyes, and anger every part of my being. I was not the only one, as we all struggled to cope with what had just happened, we began to think about what we would need to do in case we could not leave the city. Our boss decided to send me and a co-worker to the nearest place with a TV to find out more information, as our Internet connection at this time began to fail. We went to the only place I knew that had TVs, a pub on Irving Place and 15th Street called Shades of Green.
We walked in, and found the place empty except for the immediate vicinity of the bar, where the TVs were. We found two open seats available there, sat down and watched the footage of the first tower collapse...it was too much to bear. We immediately ordered a shot of whisky and gulped it down almost before the server finished serving it. We had a second and then headed back to work to prepare for the long day ahead of us, in terms of preparing the office in case we needed to remain in the city for a day or two. The rest of the day was filled with sorrow, anger and a feeling of impotence at what was going on. I remember eventually all of us deciding to try to leave the city any way we could. Some people walked across one bridge or another, others up to relatives apartments in northern Manhattan. I eventually arrived home that day at around 8:30 pm. I walked into my house, looked at my parents and hugged them. I spent the rest of the day analyzing what had happened, and watching video of the towers from the time they were hit to the moment in which they collapsed to Mayor Giuliani's press conference when he said that the death toll would likely be more than anything any of us could bear. I did not go to sleep till well after 12 am on September 12.
Just writing about these events is hard, so many emotions well up in my being as I write, remembering the pain, the anger and fear I felt that day. I think most of us have to deal with the feelings of that day, the desire for revenge, for justice to be done on those who had planned and carried out these heinous crimes. We applauded the President when he stood on the rubble of the World Trade Center and after having the workers say "we can't hear you," responding "I can hear you. The rest of the world hears you. And the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon."
Rather than continue rehashing what has happened since, I will leave this post as it stands, as just one more post of the many there will be today remembering the events of that faithful day.
To the families of those people who lost loved ones in the attacks, to the first responders who have died since and those who are currently suffering as a result of the dust they inhaled while cleaning up the World Trade Center area searching for survivors and the bodies of those who did not make it out, please know that we will always remember, we will never forget that fateful day. To the families of the many soldiers currently serving overseas, those who have been wounded, and those who've paid the ultimate sacrifice, I want to thank you for the service you have given our country. We won't always agree with the decisions of those in power, particularly with regard to the strategies pursued to defeat the enemies that harmed us and continue to plot still today, but we know that you serve and are ready to serve to protect our nation and to avenge those we lost five years ago today. For that, Thank you.
Today is not a day for politics, or political hackery, so to all those bloggers, politicians and pundits from both the right and left I ask to please respect the memory of those we lost five years ago today, because they were neither just republicans, nor democrats, they were first and foremost, Americans.
Never Forget
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