When I woke up this morning, I immediately noticed the date on my phone. September 11, 2018. Seventeen years ago, September 11 started off as a normal day for the American people. We were in the first year of the George W. Bush administration and the second year of the new millennium. Summer was ending, fall was beginning. Just an average day.
But just before 9:00am, it became clear that it was far from just an average day. An airplane hijacked by hate-filled, Al-Qaeda militants slammed into the North Tower of New York City’s World Trade Center. For the American people, the rest of the morning was a blur.
To thousands of men and women who responded to the disaster, our nation owes the deepest gratitude. From the emergency workers who risked their lives, many perishing, to save the lives of others; to the brave folks inside the crumbling buildings who helped lead people to safety; to the heroes aboard hijacked Flight 93 who courageously prevented an attack on the U.S. Capitol; to the air traffic control personnel who quickly cleared all United States airspace in order to prevent further attacks; to the reporters who kept citizens informed on the latest breaking news; to the teachers and parents across the country who spoke calming words to millions of terrified children.
Each year on September 11, we remember the largest terrorist attack in world history and mourn the lost of nearly 3,000 individuals. Words spoken by President Bush in an initial address to the American people were true seventeen years ago and still ring true today. “These acts of mass murder were intended to frighten our nation into chaos and retreat. But they have failed. Our country is strong. A great people has been moved to defend a great nation.”
God Bless America.