Eleven Years

It occurred to me yesterday morning why I’ve not been able to shake this lingering funk. 9/11. Like many Americans, something changed in me that day. Something was lost, that will never be found again.

Last year, on the tenth anniversary, the memorial was opened. Among the engraved names of the lost are four Georgians:

  • Claude Michael Gann of Roswell, whose tribute you can find here. Mike was recently remarried and attending a conference at Windows on the World.
  • Major Stephen V. Long of Georgia, whose tributes you can find here and here. Already a war hero, he was at his post at the Pentagon when it was attacked.
  • Maynard S. Spence Jr of Douglasville, whose tribute you can find here. He was on the 99th floor of the second tower.
  • Harshad Sham Thatte of Norcross, whose Legacy page is here. He worked for the same company as Mr. Spence, Marsh & McLennan.

The same naysayers and denialists from the first year anniversary still abound. I guess you have to have a heart for it to be broken.

As for me, I mourn today as I have for the last ten years.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
(Psalms 23: 1-6)

UPDATE: I was remiss in omitting a link to the 2996 Project. One of the projects this year was to have a pin on Pinterest for every soul lost. Read more about their efforts by following the link.

UPDATE II: Today was a clear, early fall day, just like that day. Sarah Hoyt remembers, and wonders about the present. (H/T Glenn Reynolds)

And as an author to an Author I have to admire the plotting touch, where the three burly and brave guys who spearheaded the fight back in flight 93 were a born again man, a Jewish man, and a gay man. Can you imagine any group designed to give more heart burn to the enemies that brought down the towers and who tried to use flight 93 as a weapon?

I can’t either. But, more importantly, I can’t imagine any other culture, any other country, any other place where those three would have banded together, immediately – instinctively – putting aside any perceived differences, thinking only of trying to save the defenseless, laying down their lives for others.

Their lives were forfeit, but they died free men. They died heroes. More importantly, they died Americans.

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