I Remember

Tom Piatak | September 11, 2019

I Remember

I was in the air when the first tower was hit; I watched the two towers fall, stupefied and enraged, alone in my hotel room in Norfolk. After my business was done, I went to the eerily quiet Norfolk airport to begin the drive home.

I remember watching contrails in the sky driving across Virginia, and pondering the fact that they had to be military planes. And coming to a nearly full hotel in western Virginia, where I met Americans driving from one end of our country to the other.

I remember resuming the drive home the following morning, and being moved at hearing how the Queen had ordered the playing of "The Star-Spangled Banner" at Buckingham Palace.

I remember meeting more Americans who had driven long distances to come home – including all the way from the Mexican border – as I sat in a shuttle bus taking me back to my car at the quiet and largely empty Cleveland airport.

I remember how, during the entire trip from Norfolk to Cleveland, people had been kind and helpful and friendly in a way people thrown together by the vagaries of travel seldom are.

I remember how we felt united, and how that spirit of what can only be called solidarity lasted even after the initial shock had dissipated.

Alas, this positive outcome from a horrible event lasted only a few weeks.

Will we Americans ever feel that united again?

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This article has been republished with permission from Chronicles: A Magazine of American Culture.

[Image Credit: Flickr-Michael Foran, CC BY-NC-SA 2.0]