10 years after the 9/11 terrorist attacks, it still is hard to believe it occurred. Americans from coast to coast stood together as a united front against terrorism in honor of the victims of this terrible tragedy. Where Americans stand on the War on Terror is another story but, one thing is for sure, Americans will never forget 9/11.
On Tuesday, September 11, 2011, I was in the 8th grade. I, unlike many people, had no idea that this tragedy occurred. I went the entire school day without knowing. After taking the public city bus home from school, I still had heard nothing. I finally learned of the attack after 3pm when I got home from school. I remember walking into the house and my grandfather asked me if I heard what happened. I told him that I hadn't and he told me, "We were attacked!" I 100% thought he had lost it. I asked him for some clarification as I didn't understand what he was talking about. That's when he explained the events of that morning and told me to watch the TV because they've been covering the attack all day. I could not believe that this could happen in the United States of America but it had unfortunately.
At the time, I was a young teenager in Massachusetts. As hurt as I was and as sorry as I felt for the victims and their families, I still felt so disconnected from the tragedy. I didn't live near the areas that were attacked. In fact, I had never even been past western Connecticut in my entire life time at that point. Now that I live here in the Washington, DC Metro Area only minutes away from the Pentagon and a variety of other government buildings and historical American landmarks, I feel much more connected to the grief and horror felt by Americans in regard to the 9/11 attacks.
To commemorate the 10th anniversary of 9/11, Danielle and I decided to visit the Pentagon 9/11 Memorial at the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia. I had never been to the memorial before. I had heard about it, obviously, but still had never visited. On Sunday, September 11, 2011, the memorial was closed to the public from 5am to 5pm for a private memorial ceremony for the victims' families and politicians, including President and Mrs. Obama.
We showed up at the memorial just after 5:30pm. There were still a lot of people coming and going as I expected there'd be. The flag at the entrance was flying at half mast. Also, at the entrance, the wreath that President Obama laid at the site earlier that day was still there. On the ground behind the wreath, it read "September 11, 2011 9:37am" which is the date and time of the attack.
There were people everywhere taking a bunch of pictures. I was one of those people. There was a woman explaining the design of the memorial which was helpful because I really knew nothing about it.
As Danielle and I walked through the memorial and read the names of victims, we came across a bench that had red roses floating in the pool below. We saw another that someone had put red white and blue flowers on. Then, I witnessed the saddest part of the memorial. It wasn't part of the display, rather, it was witnessing grieving family members of the victims.
There were two sisters, who looked to be about the same age as me, at one of the bench like structures. One of the girls was sitting on the bench and looking up into the sky. The other girl was sitting on the ground with her legs crossed picking at the gravel. Both girls had tears running down there face from behind the sunglasses they were wearing. The direction in which the structure was facing, I could tell whomever they were mourning was in the building that day. I did not go over to the structure to read the name of the person as I did not want to be rude and interrupt them but I assume it was either their mother or their father.
Both of my parents are deceased but I could not imagine having loss either of them at the hands of this terrorist attack. I felt so sad watching them cry. I felt rude for staring but I couldn't help it. It is the first time I felt connected to this tragedy. As terrible as it sounds, I think I needed to become more real for me in order to feel a deeper connection to it.
My heart goes out to those girls as well as the victims of the 9/11 terrorist attacks and their family members.