I didn't say anything here this year yet about 9/11. No, it's not me being cold, it's not me forgetting. I have gotten to a point where I don't want to constantly recount where I was when I heard the news, and that seems to be all anyone wants to discuss. We all remember exactly where we were and what we were doing. We aren't going to forget.
There was a lot of heartbreak on 9/11, and it is strong with the entire nation. When I think of 9/11, I think of the first time I went back into the city after it happened, about a week and a half later. I remember the darkness over the city, because of the smoke still lingering in the air but also because of the collective mood. And I remember that literally everything was wallpapered in missing posters. Those missing posters will never leave my mind. Everywhere you went, everything was wallpapered. And random people and shop owners cared for those missing posters as if they were priceless objects, some even recreating them when they got destroyed by rain or city traffic.
I want to take today to bring everyone's attention to the people of Flight 93, which crashed in Shanksville, PA. They are always mentioned, but when people talk about 9/11 among themselves, share images, etc., they rarely mention Flight 93.
Our first responders and our military were, obviously, the heroes of 9/11. But the people on Flight 93 were, too. Think about it. These people knew they were going to die, but they took that plane back anyway. It crashed, killing them all. But they saved countless lives that day. Buildings are buildings. I don't care about what building they saved. I care that those people were the most selfless people in existence, willing to give their lives to save the lives of people they didn't know. They didn't even know where these terrorists were taking them.
So thank you to the passengers on Flight 93, and to the families they left behind. You are some of the greatest Americans that could ever exist. And you are never forgotten.