Remember 9.11.01

I know it’s good to move on and everything, but it just feels right for me to be a little somber today.  It bothers me—ever so slightly, but still—to see this feature article on msn.com’s main page:

9/11A nice little tribute update…

…followed by these:

msn.comCountries with the best-looking locals…

msn.com2…and fall fashion dos and don’ts.

Really?  Can we not just have one day of reflection? One day, without filling our minds with thoughts of Michael Kors, cities with fantastic public transportation, and whether or not hypnosis really works?

It all seems so trivial, and, in my opinion…not quite fair.

FDNY_FF_with_axeImage from here.

The events of September 11th, 2001 changed America.  Things have not been the same since then.  I think about that day every time I get frisked at airport security.  I think about that day every time I see a soldier.  It started a war, for heaven’s sake. I didn’t have a friend or relative who died in the Trade Center, but I had a little piece of my country die.

And I felt my patriotism grow.  That day in my Sophomore year when I was sitting at Mimi’s Cafe with the entire student council (it had been picture day—we got out of school all day to go get photos taken and then have lunch), when I almost couldn’t eat my blueberry muffin for worry that my secret crush would get drafted before we could ever get married (like I said, I was a Sophomore {grade 10, Canadians})…that day changed me.

I don’t remember September 11th for just one day every year—I think about it all the time.

Please pray for our soldiers today.  Not just for one moment of silence, but all day long.

Is that too much to ask?

Please, I’d like to hear what you remember from that day.  If you aren’t American, what was it like in your country on September 11th?

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20 Responses to Remember 9.11.01

  1. Camille, you are one of my hero’s. Thank you for the tribute and thank you for remembering, it seems like many have forgotten, some think we should not be there but we are, boys are dying on both sides of the fence and when I say boys I mean young boys. I remember making coffee, turning on the news and seeing the disaster they were experiencing in New York, then the news said that it was terrorism!! Time to realize right or wrong, good or bad we just can not all get along. We must fight for the freedoms we have here in America, do I believe in God, well I am not sure, but here in America that is o.k. Can I where a pair of jeans, show my face, not wait on a man, work, drive, have my own beliefs about God,YES I CAN BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA… do not forget that horrible day in September eight years ago, take today and maybe everyday and reflect on what it meant. Some people do not want us to have the freedoms we have. Thank the soldiers everyday, say a prayer if you are so inclined. Just don’t forget there are people who wish us harm and we must protect our country.

  2. Geneva says:

    I remember that day at Mimi’s. I got a little ticked off that certain loud members of that student council were stealing salt and pepper shakers and silverware when people just died. I also remember playing hymns for hours that evening.

    My students were in second grade. They barely remember.

  3. Liz says:

    I remember that day vividly as well. I, like you, was a sophomore and Dave (my husband now) was scheduled to depart for basic training in the Air Force that morning. I took him to the airport and went home. I had convinced my mom to let me stay home from school that day, so I went back to bed. When I got up, I went in the living room to turn the tv on, just in time to see the second plane hit. I was terrified for David (but of course he was fine) He was delayed in entering the Air Force by one week because they had shut all the airports down.

    The thing I remember most was how much more afraid I was for him. When he signed up for the Air Force the country was at peace. Now he was joining at the height of the drama and turmoil. I was so worried for him!

    He did get deployed, but not until after we were married, and fortunately he came home without a scratch.

    It’s bizarre how one event has changed our country so much, and for so long.

  4. malia says:

    I was in 9th grade, and I remember being afraid that my crush would be drafted too.

    I think of this like I think of when you hear of a friends loved one passing away. Their pain doesn’t have a drop off point. It isn’t as if after the funeral their pain is buried too.

    A few months ago I ran into an acquaintance whose father had passed away last year. I asked her briefly how she was doing in regards to her father. She surprised me by breaking into tears and said, “Thank you. Sometimes it’s nice to feel like people remember that we are still grieving.”

    I went away from that remembering that grieving is not a quick step process. It is in constant flux. With a today like today, it’s a reminder that though 8 years have passed, to others the pain is fresh.

  5. Katie says:

    Thanks for posting this. I remember that day so well. I was, like you, a sophomore in high school. I was sitting in chemistry class, when an administrator came in and whispered something to my teacher. He turned on the television, and there it was: the now famous shot of the plane crashing into the tower. School was canceled, and we all went home. I remember sitting with my family in the living room watching nonstop news. It was so shocking and terrifying. Never before had I felt vulnerable like that. I am praying all day for our soldiers and for those who lost someone eight years ago.

  6. Jordan says:

    I, too was a sophmore in high school. I remember walking into my third period class and my teacher told us what had happened and turned on the radio for us- we listened to the second tower fall. What a moment. School was let out early that day and I remember that evening just sitting in front of the tv with my mom- glued to it. We stayed up late just watching the coverage and images over and over again, not talking at all.

    Just today I was thinking about the college freshmen that I teach now, and how they were only in 5th grade at the time. 8 years flew by.

  7. TeamHaynes says:

    Isn’t it horrifying how such a small group of people can impact a plane? A city? A nation? The world?
    I was a freshman in high school. My brother happened to be in NY for basketball, thank God he was ok. I remember I woke up to hearing my mom on the phone with him. With the time difference, I had still been in bed when it happened. I went to school and so many people were getting pulled out. I feared for Disneyland because I knew people that evil would target thousands of families on the other side of the country just as easily.
    I remember the days after more than the actual day. Like the newspaper articles with the pictures of the crash and people in shock. Like all the people on T.V. begging if anyone had seen their sister, brother, mother, daughter, you name it. Like the local radio station guy saying how these people are gunna get their (blank) kicked by the good ol’ US of A. Like when President Bush stood on ground zero and said we were going to fight this terrible evil. Through all the awful events, there was such a ray of hope.
    Do you remember all the people FLOCKING to churches? The American flags on cars and raised high on houses? The way people were united as a nation? It was incredible. I never felt more proud to be me, as an American. Other countries can hate us all they want. But when the going got tough (and tragic) we (the tough) got going and joined together as nation. It was such a beautiful disaster. An ultimate oxymoron. Even after 8 years, we will NEVER forget.
    I appreciate your post.

  8. Anonymous says:

    Thanks for the moment of reflection. I’ll pause and think about it all day. I agree with you about the media bit.

  9. GRANMAMA says:

    We talked about this today in my class. I played 9-1-1 music and we reflected on where people were and how they felt. I had them write in their dialogue journals about it.
    I was getting ready for school pics. at Lincoln. You and A. came crying into the bathroom and we turned the t.v. on and watched. It was unbelievable. I tear up whenever I think about it and just feel proud that I am an American.
    One of my friend’s sons was killed last week in Afghanistan. He was a BYU graduate and a P.A. who had gone to school for years. 29 years old, father of a 9 month old baby. When I think of him and the sacrifice he made to help preserve freedom it humbles me. I am proud to be a great-great-great grand-daughter of an American Revolutionary War Vet,a grand-daughter of a World War I vet, and a daughter of a Korean War Vet. Your Grpa. S. was in WWII. America is a chosen land, choice above all others—that is why the great people of Lehi were able to come here.
    Yes, I am proud to be an American and I respect and honor all elected officials, even though I most often do not agree with some of the political silliness.
    Long live AMERICA and thew freedom for which she stands.
    Preston’s Granmama

  10. RatalieNose says:

    This was great.
    You guys got out of school ALL DAY???
    No fair.

    September 11th 2001
    I woke up on the floor.
    I’d fallen off of my bunkbed.
    My back ached.
    Call it premonition, I knew it would be a bad day becuase of that.
    I walked into my family room to see the tv turned on, (rare)
    I laid my eyes on the tv just in time to see the plane hit the twin towers.
    I had no idea what had happened.
    When I got to school, my teacher explained and that’s when it really hit me.
    We were in PE playing with a parachute and I started balling my eyes out.

    I’m also ashamed to admit this:
    I remember being so annoyed that no kids shows were on because of all the news coverage.

  11. Jethro says:

    i had just got to work. someone commented on it, these people get up early, i hadn’t heard, they expained it to me, and i didn’t see the coverage until around 6 that evening. i felt such pain for the people in the planes. that is no way to die. at the hand of hate. i know too much about the impacts, so i won’t speak of it.
    i still cry of it. i think that’s my prayer.

  12. jami says:

    I feel a little badly. I don’t have tv, or internet, and I didn’t remember that today was 9/11. I remembered tonight (before I read this).
    I still remember what I was wearing that day, and watching the news all day. I simply can’t think of the details of that day…it is so sad.
    I am glad that you mentioned thinking about the soliders. I haven’t thought of that. It was a nice reminder!

  13. HeatherPride says:

    Wow, look at the comments! For me, I had just moved back from California and had been back in St. Louis for about 3 weeks. I didn’t have any friends here yet and I was feeling very lonely. I was dating the Canadian at the time. The whole day was so surreal – I actually laughed at my radio station DJ when he said that he got a report that a plane had hit the trade tower. I was picturing like a Cessna or something, and thinking, what kind of idiot beginner pilot can’t see a friggin skyscraper right in front of him? Needless to say, I sobered up pretty quickly. Sept. 11 is what ultimately destroyed my relationship with the Canadian. I was lonely and the coverage of the disaster was nonstop. I got sadder and sadder, and dating someone who was not American was very isolating. He couldn’t understand why I was so upset about it, since I didn’t know anyone who died and St. Louis is so far away from New York. But it was very personal to me. All those stories, all those last phone calls home, seeing people have to make the decision to die jumping out a window vs. die in a fire…all those innocent people, lost. It makes me angry and sad all over again to think about it.

  14. DeAnna says:

    I remember that day like it just happened. I remembering going to the college and seeing every channel in the wall of t.v.s showing what was happening. It was surreal. I remember calling my mom to see if she had checked on my grandparent’s…all my mom’s family is American. Thinking about that day still brings tears to my eyes.

  15. Crissie says:

    Today is about honoring those who lost their lives in an act of terrorism. Sadly our current White House staff has deemed today “National Day Of Service” in attempts to undermine the atrocities that happened on 9/11.
    May we never forget why today is a day of such important remembrance. I pray we may never forget the real reason why September 11th is remembered.

  16. My Junior year. Early morning seminary. Old Testament. My seminary teacher asked us to include the people in New York in our prayers. We didn’t watch TV during the week at my house. No one in the class knew what she was talking about. Get to school, hang out and wait for the bell to ring. Some people had seen the morning news and mentioned it, but if you didn’t actually see it yourself, you didn’t get it. And then English with Mrs. Gallenbeck. We had the news on through the first half of class (90 minute classes). I forget if we actually did anything on the schedule that day. When I got home we had the TV on during the week.

  17. I also remember footage taken by a live camera man on the ground near the towers before the first or second (don’t remember which) tower fell. He started cursing when it did. Then the news station apologized for it. I kinda thought it might have been valid cursing.

  18. Mike says:

    It was really awesome to see all the flags today. While I was driving on the freeway to work, there was a man standing on the overpass above next to a big sign he had put up and waving a large American flag. It was great.

    I listen to talk radio in the mornings. I like Mike Gallagher. Today he was replaying the tape from 9.11.08. It was kinda scary just listening to it, but it brought back a lot of feelings.

    I remember it was during cross-country season at school (I was a Junior on the cross country team) and I had gone on a morning run that morning. After showering, I found my parents watching the TV in their bedroom, which wasn’t exactly normal for that hour of the morning. I still didn’t really get the impact of it all. It sank in throughout the day, as almost all of my teachers had the TVs on in their classrooms and we watched everything unfold.

    God Bless America

  19. Rachel says:

    I was in year ten at school and I remember being in a graphic design lesson when a teacher came in and I overheard him whispering to our teaching that ‘the whole of New York is closed down’. We had no idea what was going on until I got home and turned on the TV and the coverage was on all channels.
    I think it was a bit surreal for me at the time, because until then I hadn’t really thought a lot about America. I think a lot of people in the UK felt a stronger bond with the US after that day.

  20. Rachel says:

    I was 22. We’d just returned from our honeymoon the day before. I was working for an acupuncturist, and there were no TVs in the office. One of his elderly patients called in, crying, to say that she couldn’t keep her appointment because of “the planes, the planes, they’re hitting the buildings”. To be perfectly honest, I thought she’d lost it. But then other patients started coming in for their appointments, all looking shell shocked and telling us what they’d just heard on the news. We turned on the in-office radio and were just barely starting to piece together what had happened when the first tower fell. I remember that the newscaster screamed. I don’t remember if that was before or after one of the planes hit the Pentagon. As bad as it was to hear what was happening, it was almost worse not being able to see anything. I don’t know if, being in high school, you were aware that morning of all the rumors going around, but I remember all the speculation on what cities were next to be hit. I remember feeling like it was the end of the world and worrying about my friend who was attending Columbia and not knowing where that was in relation to everything going on, and being afraid to call her mom in case something had happened to her. I remember that so many of our patients canceled their appointments that we were able to leave the office early and I was glued to the television for the rest of the day and night. I remember the station playing their tapes of the events over and over, and I can still hear the sounds people’s bodies made as jumped out of the tower and hit the roof over where the reporter was standing. Even though I wasn’t personally affected by 9/11, I was. And so I try to forget. And I also try not to forget.

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