Friday, September 2, 2011

REMEMBERING 9/11: Your Story, #2 | National Infantry Museum, Fort Benning/Columbus, Georgia

Today we continue our series of 9/11 recollections, submitted by readers and published in their own words. 
This story comes from Ms. Elizabeth Johnson, sharing her impressions as a fireman's daughter:
I was 13 years old ten years ago on September 11th. I remember that day very well. My mother had come to pick me up from art class, and my father was on duty at the fire station in Calhoun, GA.
When my mother came in, she told my art teacher what she had seen on the news, and we immediately turned on the TV just in time to watch as the second plane struck the twin towers. It seemed like time stood still. Although I really didn't understand at the time what was going on, I knew it was not a good thing.
As we left and made our way to my orthodontist appointment, we noticed how full the gas pumps were with cars, and then I realized the magnitude of what had happened. Something so severe it affected us, here in Georgia, a place several hundred miles away.
Our church held a special prayer service that evening in remembrance of those found dead, and those not yet found. It was a very sad and quiet time. No one knew exactly what to say.
The next day, this horrific act became personal, and thus began my interest in politics. My father came home, and told us he had trained in rookie school with many of the firefighters that were missing in the buildings' rubble, and that he had still kept in contact with those men - his brothers. Then my father, a mountain of a man, cried in front of us. That was the first time I had seen my father cry like that.
Despite the tragedy of 9/11, for the first time in a very long time, our country bonded. People in California were doing things for people in New York they had never met, people were praying that had not prayed in years, and families were talking that had not spoken to one another for a very long time. I am very proud of what happened to my country during the aftermath, all hate and prejudice aside toward one another.
Elizabeth Johnson

If you have a story to share, email jbeck@nationalinfantryfoundation.org. Over the coming weeks, stories will be posted every 1-2 days. If your submission is selected for publication, you will be notified immediately. The National Infantry Foundation retains the right to edit for clarity and content (grammar errors, offensive language, etc.), but will not alter the intent of the writer. These are your stories in your words.

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