Sept 11, 2001 – Year Thirteen

Today is the Thirteenth Anniversary of that sunny Tuesday morning when the Towers fell. While I am no longer working in the Financial District (I’m across the river these days) we still drive by the World Trade Center site most weekends in our travels.

I still remember the paper and debris flying through the air over a half mile away, not knowing if that debris would break our 20th floor office windows, watching as the cloud spread over the building and passed into the East River, the burnt pulverized concrete dust still falling from the sky later as we evacuated the building.

I remember the smell, which lingered for weeks afterwards. And I remember the long walk home that the summer morning with the smoke plume rising in the sky.

And I remember absent friends.

And as an author to an Author I have to admire the plotting touch, where the three burly and brave guys who spearheaded the fight back in flight 93 were a born again man, a Jewish man, and a gay man. Can you imagine any group designed to give more heart burn to the enemies that brought down the towers and who tried to use flight 93 as a weapon?

Their lives were forfeit, but they died free men. They died heroes. More importantly, they died Americans.

Read the rest.

Never Forget.

WTC 09-11

Hat Tip to to Cap’n Bob (http://capnbob.us)

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Every day has its test, and every time we fail to do what we know is right, we weaken our character and the character of this great country.” – Robert J. Modrzejewski, United States Marine Corps, Medal of Honor.

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