September 11, 2001 – Never Forget

It is hard to believe that today is the Eighteenth Anniversary of that sunny Tuesday morning when the Towers fell. I can still remember the paper and debris flying through the air over a half mile away, the burnt pulverized concrete dust falling from the sky. The smell, which lingered for weeks afterwards. And the long walk home that the summer morning with the smoke plume rising in the sky.

The man with the red bandanna

On Sept. 11, 2001, Welles Crowther sat at his desk on the 104th floor in the south tower of the World Trade Center and dialed his mother’s cellphone. His mother, Alison, never heard the call. Welles left a short message. “Mom . . . this is Welles. I . . . I want you to know that I’m OK.”

And from Sarah Hoyt a few years back.

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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