As I've mentioned, I didn't get the chance to marinate in the post 9-11 coverage--or really, the present 9-11 coverage like I would have wanted. I took the year after off and stayed home from class and watched TV all day. I've never been able to repeat that, but I do tend to watch everything I can.
I was reminded tonight that I kept wondering where the plane went. I know it hit the building, but it's got to be a lot bigger than that building, right? Even if it wasn't bigger, it seemed to me that it should have come out of the other side. I couldn't comprehend that the buildings just swallowed the plane whole.
Would you have jumped? I don't think I would have had the guts. I've never had the guts to jump off a high dive; I can't imagine jumping from those towers. As a general rule, I'm not very good in a physical crisis anyway. I think I probably would have followed the instructions to remain in the building--that's me. The rule follower.
I don't think I ever really comprehended the extent of the heroism of the people on Flight 93 until this year. Those people saved the Capitol--a building I love.
Do you remember the feeling of dread wondering what was going to happen next? I didn't feel like a target in the middle of Georgia, but I still braced myself for weeks everytime a plane flew over head. Except in DC--where the sound of the circling F-14's lulled me to sleep during my visit.
Have you heard about these guys?
What do you remember?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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