Which man do you want to lead our armed forces? Someone who understands the value of retribution or someone who does a spreadsheet first to determine the return on investment for bringing the world’s most dangerous criminal to justice?
I think that a lot of families in America felt some degree of closure on the evening of May 1, 2011. I know that I did since the attack on the World Trade Center was personal to me.
I worked on various floors above the 100th floor of Two World Trade Center for about six years in the eighties. Two World Trade Center was struck by the terrorists between the 77th and 85th floors, a crash that sealed the fate of everyone working above the 76th floor. Although I moved out of Two World Trade long before the fateful day, it is still chilling to think what would have been if I were at my desk working on that bright, clear September morn.
I will devote my day to remembering the almost 3,000 innocents who were lost to us on September 11, 2001, our dear fellow citizens who have died or been permanently disabled since then because of that tragic day, and the countless thousands of brave men and women who have died or been injured in the defense of freedom in the years following.
I will also think about the countless thousands of children, spouses, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, and friends of all those lost who will never hear their voices, hold their hands, share a thought, or shed tears together.
Though I may forgive the hatred that brought us to these shores, I will never, never, forget these heinous acts.
On that bright and clear Tuesday morning I was in the kitchen in my home in Swarthmore, Pennsylvania, making coffee as was my normal routine. I switched on CNN and saw what I thought was a trailer for another DieHard movie; this time about an attack on the World Trade Center in New York City. As I had worked on the upper floors of Two World Trade Center for a number of years in the 1980s, I turned up the volume.
As the newscaster spoke, I realized that the scene that I was watching was not a Hollywood trailer, but was a real news report. I decided that the tourist companies had finally done the unthinkable, they had crashed into the towers. I remembered back to the time when my office was on the 106th (if my memory serves me correctly) and overlooked New York Harbor. Back then, tourist planes and helicopters would buzz the towers to give their customers a little thrill; they weren’t supposed to, but they did. I always was afraid that one of those clowns would lose control and collide into the very floors on which I worked and the scene unfolding before me shouted out that the nightmare had come true.
Then I watched with horror as the second plane hit One World Trade Center and I knew that we were at war.
Since that terrible morning of September 11, 2001, I have not been able to be away from a television or a computer for even a few minutes. I am constantly afraid that something, somewhere is happening that will impact my life. My wife cannot understand my need to be constantly on my cellphone, computer, or even the radio. I know that it is irrational, but I can’t let it be.