THIS POST HAS BEEN UPDATED DUE TO PASSAGE OF THE YEARS: IT WAS FIRST CREATED IN 2013.
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Light memorial in New York City. |
Holding hands.
A QUARTER CENTURY has have
passed since the attacks on 9/11 and it still seems like it happened this
morning.
It’s this small gesture that might touch the hearts of kids, so many years later and provide a sense of what a loss our nation suffered.
A touch of love.
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No one ever vacuumed the lawn again.
WHO WERE THOSE PEOPLE who died? Steven Coakley was coming off his regular shift with Engine Company 217 in Brooklyn just as the first plane struck – the North Tower, American Airlines Flight 11.
It was 8:46 a.m.
On this day, however, he was scheduled for a meeting at the World Trade Center, beginning at 8:15 a.m.
Let’s remember them. Let’s remember Jill Campbell, the young mother, whose son Jake was learning to crawl. (She didn’t live long enough to find out, but he crawled for the first time that day.) Let’s remember Timothy J. Finnerty. A bond trader at Cantor Fitzgerald, we can assume he was hard at work on the 105th floor of One World Trade Center. Just three days earlier he had enjoyed himself at his cousin’s wedding. His wife, Theresa, remembered him cutting up, always his style, and doing the “Lawn Mower Dance,” followed by the “Sprinkler Dance” at the reception.
He was one of 658 employees of his company who perished.
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“You made it!”
STEVEN CAFIERO FIRST “MET” HIS GIRLFRIEND on the Internet. A year passed before they had a chance to meet in person. In the weeks leading up to 9/11 they were talking about marriage. Both agreed. They wanted children. Peter Gyulavary had also been blessed by fate, having met his American wife while she was vacationing in Australia. They settled down in New York City and had a daughter, Geniveve, who turned 13 around the time of the attacks. Eskedar Melaku, came to this country from Ethiopia to attend college and decided to remain in America. Emerita de la Pena and Judith Diaz Sierra were fast friends and co-workers, each serving as maid of honor at the other’s wedding. James Martello, a former Rutgers linebacker, liked to coach his 7-year-old son’s football team when he wasn’t at work. Sheila Barnes was a fanatic about clipping coupons and saving money. None survived.
Jerrold Paskins, 57, was in New York on 9/11 to help complete an insurance audit. His remains were identified two months later – when a lucky 1976 bicentennial silver dollar he carried turned up at Ground Zero. Christine Egan, born in Hull, England, was visiting her brother Michael in New York. That morning he decided to take her up to the restaurant, “Windows on the World,” which filled up floors 106 and 107 atop the North Tower, to get a cup of coffee and a view of the city. They were enjoying breakfast and a tremendous view of the city when the plane struck.
Moments before the North Tower
collapsed, Michael managed to reach his wife by phone. “You made it,” she
responded with immense relief. “No, we’re stuck,” he admitted. They were still
on the line when his wife watched in horror, as on television the building
collapsed.
Orasri Liangthanasarn, a native of Thailand and a recent graduate of New York University, a new administrative assistant at “Windows on the World” died along with the Hulls. Not one person working or dining in the restaurant that bitter morning survived.
Peter Hanson, a huge fan of the Grateful Dead, his wife Sue Kim Hanson, a native of South Korea with a degree in microbiology, and their daughter Christine Hanson, two-and-a-half years old, were aboard United 175, originally scheduled to fly from Boston to Los Angeles. Paige Farley-Hackel was supposed to be aboard. She and her sister Ruth McCourt were taking Ruth’s daughter, Juliana McCourt, 4, on a trip to Disneyland. At the last minute, Paige realized she could use frequent flier miles and switched to American Airlines Flight 11. They planned to meet up in California.
Both planes, in a cruel twist, were taken over by Osama bin Laden’s men and sent hurtling into buildings.
Sara Manley Harvey, a Georgetown graduate, had been married a month. The magenta-colored napkins at the reception had matched the roses carried by flower girls. Robert A. Campbell, 25, was a painter and window washer at the World Trade Center. His parents think that he was working on the roof that morning but never knew. Brian P. Williams was a high school football star back in Covington, Kentucky, and moved to the Big Apple to find work. Joseph J. Hasson III survived a terrible car wreck his freshman year of college.
Sixteen years later his time ran out in New York.
Brad Vadas found himself trapped in the smoke and ruins on the 88th floor, just above where the plane struck the South Tower. He managed to leave a phone message on his fiancé Kris McFerren’s answering machine: “Kris, there’s been an explosion. We’re trapped in a room. There’s smoke coming in. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I want you to know my life has been so much better and richer because you were in it.” He promised he’d try to get out, but to be safe added, “I love you. Goodbye.” Ed McNally called his wife, too, telling her that he was in trouble, trapped by flames on the floors below. He told her where to find his life insurance papers. Then he admitted he’d been planning a surprise trip to Rome for her fortieth birthday.
“I feel silly, Liz,” he added, “you’ll have to cancel that.”
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He asked for his badge back.
WHO WERE ALL THESE VICTIMS? Rick Rescelora survived heavy fighting in Vietnam but died in the 9/11 attack. Mike Warchola had one shift left until he retired from the New York Fire Department. Port Authority police officer Dominick Pezzulo was trying to free two trapped officers from the wreckage of the South Tower when the North collapsed and he was killed by falling beams. John Perry was turning in retirement papers to the New York Police Department when the first plane struck. He asked for his badge back and raced to the scene. Moira Smith, a blond policewoman, was last seen helping injured victims out of the lobby of the South Tower moments before it came crashing to earth. Ed Nichols, for one, was bleeding from head, arm and abdomen when Smith took him gently by the elbow and led him to safety. Then she turned and reentered the lobby. About that time eyewitness saw melting aluminum pouring out of a gash on the 80th floor where the hijacked aircraft had hit.
In a 911 call shortly after, an unidentified woman trapped high up in the tower reported the floor under her was collapsing. Moments later, Greg Milanowycz, trapped on the 93rd floor, called his father and reported, “The ceiling is falling, the ceiling is falling.” Then the Tower collapsed.
AT 9:37 A THIRD PLANE, a Boeing 757, carrying 57 passengers and crew, crashed into the Pentagon, killing all aboard and 125 Americans on the ground. Cheryle Sincock had been at work inside for hours because she liked to get an early start whenever possible. Husband Craig, a computer scientist for the United States Army, usually came to work later. Now, with the Pentagon billowing black smoke, he found himself caught on the D. C. Metro as it shut down for security reasons. He sprinted two miles, cutting across highways and through Arlington National Cemetery. He would help with rescue attempts until 11 p.m., go home for a brief rest, and return at 4 a.m., hopeful that he might find his wife.
Cheryle didn’t survive.
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“O.K. Let’s roll.”
TODD BEAMER, YOU MAY RECALL (if you are old enough) was a passenger on United Airlines Flight 93. His widow, Lisa, would tell reporters later that Todd “really didn’t do much of anything without a plan.” Her husband was one of the leaders of a passenger revolt to try to regain control of Flight 93 before the hijackers could destroy it.
A phone operator heard him ask others, including big Jeremy Glick, a former high school wrestler and judo champion, and Mark Bingham, an old rugby player: “Are you guys ready? O.K. Let’s roll.”
And roll they did.
Although they couldn’t save themselves, they did force the hijackers to crash the plane into a field near Shanksville, Pa. Had they not, Flight 93 was likely intended to smash into the White House or destroy the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C.
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Americans came together that day.
I WAS IN MY CLASSROOM that Tuesday morning. I knew this attack meant our nation would probably go to war. So, we spent the next few days talking about what war really involves. Later that year, I had an old B-17 bomber pilot come into class to talk to the kids. I prepared maps of Afghanistan and that region for our use. We talked about the religion of Islam – and the perverted brand practiced by Osama bin Laden and his men.
On September 11, 2013, when I first posted this piece, I had a nice note on Facebook from one of my old star students, Lynzi Beadle.
She wrote:
I will
never forget where I was 12 years ago on this day. The first towers were hit
when I was in gym class and I didn’t find anything out until English class. Our
principal and assistant principal came and talked to our class. I remember
being very confused and didn’t fully understand until lunch where everyone was
able to see a white screen with the news displayed on it. I’ll NEVER forget
this day because of my social studies teacher. I had his class after lunch and
he was very upset and explained things clearer to us 7th graders. Mr. Viall set
the tone for all of us and I now will never forget how important this day is.
Thank
you, to all the men and women that day who sacrificed their lives to save
others. Thank you to all the firemen, police officers, doctors, nurses and the
brave souls that stood up to the hijackers. Today I ask [everyone] to pray for
all the families that have been affected by 9/11. Thanks to all the service men
and women who have been deployed overseas to keep our freedom. I’m a very
grateful citizen. Thank you!
Kurt came out last year, for the first time, and joined in talking with the kids. He’s a VA nurse and helps veterans deal with trauma, and like the others who have spoken, he did a great job.
Checking my Facebook feed: I can add Adam Davis, Todd Huntley, Landon Cheben, Ryan Harvey, Phil McDaniel, Loren Baldwin, Joe Shipp, Erik Conover, Toby Moses, Bobby Wassel and Brady Poe.
No doubt many others have and still are.
We should remember all those who died so tragically twenty-five years ago and
all those who serve on this black anniversary day.
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September 11, 2026.
JULIANA McCOURT would be 29 years old now, had she lived, had she and her mother not planned to go to Disneyland twenty-five years ago. Fate was cruel that day, with nearly 3,000 lives lost. I hope, if there’s a heaven that little Juliana gets to see Mickey Mouse whenever she wants.
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Falling victim in New York. |
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NYFD chaplain hit and killed by falling body. |
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U. S. Marine serving in Afghanistan, 2013. |
