I was going to just let one of my friends and staff writers to write a piece (in this case, a reflection) on 9/11. Admittedly, and I’m quite ashamed to say this, I was too lazy to do something I initially wanted to just do myself. However, I feel I owe it to you guys for me to write a reflection/remembrance piece myself.
Obviously, you all know that it’s been twelve years since it happened. Two planes hit the North and South Towers. The brave passengers of United Flight 93 gave their lives to thwart a terrorist plot to destroy the U.S. Capitol (the plane crash-landed in a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania). Another hijacked plane crashed into Pentagon, injuring more. I remember watching on CNN the billowing smoke that flowed out of one of the towers. I remember watching it all, but not understanding the big picture, only what I was seeing right in front of me. I was six at the time. How could I?
It wasn’t until then-President George W. Bush declared War on Terror and the mentioning of the terrorist group al-Qaeda, and of course Osama bin Laden, that I felt like I truly started to understand what was going on. To this day, the memory of it all still plays in my head like a short and sad film clip (I believe some moments of it were recollected from watching videos of 9/11 on YouTube; after all, I was too young to remember everything). There are untold stories of 9/11, stories of survival, stories of sacrifice. No one may know what exactly happened that lead up to tragedy, nor will we ever know everything on that fateful day. However, in the end, we pay tribute to those who gave their lives to help others. We pay our respects to the victims who couldn’t escape in time to save their own lives, to the victims of the passengers on those planes. Today, we remember 9/11. The fallen may be gone, but they will never be forgotten.