Historical Day That The 9/11 Holocaust Befell America
by Much to my shock, horror and disbelief, there was a news announcer speaking as I watched a huge jet passenger aircraft smash, nose, first, into one of the Twin Towers in Manhattan, New York. Surely this could not really be happening, I’d thought to myself.
I grabbed everything I thought I might need while asking myself, “But if I don’t take everything, will I ever see any of it again?”
The next few days were dark days for all of us here in the United States of America. My daughter and son-in-law and I struggled to make sure that my two (then toddler) grandchildren learned nothing of what was happening. So many questions . . . so many fears . . . what to do . . . what to do?
That same morning, not long after the first, the second twin tower was also bombarded by a huge jet passenger airliner. Could things possibly grow any worse? Yes, oh yes. Within minutes, both towers crumbled, stack-by-stack, to the ground. “Oh dear God! No!”
There was nothing anyone could do. No answers to be found. Three of the longest days of my life were to follow. Those were the three days during which we heard no word of any kind from the President of the United States of America. I’d always looked to him for answers in any kind of country-related crisis. Where was he? Why won’t he tell us what is happening here?
On the third day after those atrocities, President Bush came on television and gave a speech. Today, I do not recall his speech, only his parting words, which were, “God bless America.” Those words passing between his lips were like a salve to my soul. At last, I felt able to climb from a pit of despair to once again being able to experience at least a small ray of hope. However, there was absolutely no denying the fact that our world, as we’d known it, had been completely shattered . . . never to be the same again. Not next year, not in five years, not ever.
There were countless stories of heart-breaking, family tragedies that followed over the next several months. Those were dark days, indeed. Thankfully, there has been no reoccurrence of 9/11 or of anything like it here in the United States. Not yet. Hopefully, not ever again.
As I prepare to bring this article to a close, I cannot help wondering whether or not my ancestors intentionally neglected to include stories of the historical events that changed their world. I only know that while writing this article, I’ve found myself neglecting to include details of other’s horrific experiencesand stories of that day when that unspeakable holocaust hit the Twin Towers in Manhattan, New York.
I find myself wondering whether or not the generations of my family to come, will really want to know, after all.
©2009 by JC Eberhart
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