Today’s 9-11. Twelve years after that horrific day, the images are still etched into all of our minds. Each of us remembers exactly where we were and what we were doing when we heard the news. Each of us remembers seeing the video clip of the plane crashing into the World Trade Center, played over and over again throughout the day.
In the days and weeks following, we and our families attended memorial services, and those memories may be different for each of us. Back in 2001 I played the bagpipes as a member of the Pipes and Drums of the Atlantic Watch, and I remember playing in too many memorial observances. I also remember a special church service and the comforting tune and words of “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God”. You have your own personal memories.
Do you remember the weeks following 9-11? Remember how we didn’t see or hear a single plane in the air? And then, weeks later, how it was almost frightening the first time we did see one? Do you remember the outpouring of patriotism and all of the many, many American flags that were displayed everywhere? I distinctly remember driving down Tower Hill Avenue between Harding Road and Branch Avenue, and noticing that almost every house had a flag displayed.
As I was driving to work this morning I heard the names of the victims being read by family members who had lost a husband, wife, son, daughter, father, mother, or friend. Then the newscaster switched to the Pentagon and I heard the pipe band playing. The eerie, haunting sound of the bagpipes playing “Amazing Grace” will always make me think of September 11th.