Remember…
I still remember like it was yesterday…when the sky turned black;
Of shipmates and strangers, joined by one terrible act;
and what was before – is forever changed…
I still remember like it was yesterday…when the sky turned black;
Of shipmates and strangers, joined by one terrible act;
and what was before – is forever changed…
The sun has long since set – but in the darkened, borrowed office I notice little beyond the pale circle of light on the desk in front of me. Before me is list of names, some scratched out, many not. The hand that just hung up the phone is now cradling my head – throbbing…
It began as an ordinary, early spring day – teachers going about their business of teaching students; students doing what normal high school students are wont to do. At 1140, it dramatically, tragically changed with 12 students and a teacher dead and 23 others physically wounded – many more emotionally scarred. Two years, four months…
“Admiral, we’ve taken a hit…and we’re on fire”-Part II South Parking was a scene of unparalleled confusion — fire trucks from Arlington and other communities were flying into the lot at speed, accompanied by law enforcement vehicles of all sorts. At the same time private vehicles were dodging around people on foot, trying their best…
“We Remember…” With those two, simple and profound words, an extraordinary project was launched three years ago — 2006. Prior to the observance of the 5th anniversary of the attacks by Islamist terrorists on the US, a private citizen had an extraordinary idea of how to memorialize those who were lost. Bringing together members of…
Remember 9/11? Remember the loss of the WTC and 2,750 workers, firemen, policemen and first responders? Remember how in the shattered concrete and twisted steel of the aftermath we swore to rebuild in the same place something that would defy the evil that brought the towers down? And how we called it Freedom Tower? Well,…
I remember, a sky so blue it burned your eyes to look up . . .and smoke that scarred your lungs; I remember shipmates . . . and a piece of notebook paper listing for whom the bell had tolled; We remember that for one brief moment it wasn’t New Yorkers, or Washingtonians, or businessmen…