RECALLING OUR NATION’S DAY IN CRISIS |
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I’m level at 41,000 feet somewhere between Arkansas and Baltimore-Washington
International (BWI) Airport on my first commercial flight since hijackers
crashed three commercial airliners, each full of innocent passengers, into
the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon just more than a week ago,
with a fourth hijacked plane crashing in Pennsylvania. Some passengers
on my flight are wearing red, white and blue ribbons, a constant reminder
of the victims lost in these tragic terrorist attacks and a symbol that
our country is now more united and more patriotic than I have ever seen
it. Seated across the aisle from me is a young mother with
two small children. The children are busy with their crayons and
coloring book. They do not know about the crisis now facing our nation
and the world, and I’m glad they don’t.
September 11, 2001, is a day I’ll never forget. It all started for me when my chief of staff walked into my office, just across the street from our nation’s capitol, and told me that a plane had hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center. We sat for a moment and watched the live television coverage, debating whether it was a pilot error or a deliberate attack. For the time being, my schedule continued as planned with an eye turned
toward the television. Moments later, however, my worst fears—that
what we were witnessing had been the work of terrorists—were confirmed
as we watched a second plane crash into the other tower of the World Trade
Center.
As I began my three-block walk home to my apartment, I was thankful to see that people did not appear to be panicking. Instead, the prevailing mood seemed to be one of shock and disbelief that our nation’s capital city had come under attack—not from other countries invading our borders, but rather from terrorists who attacked from within, using our country’s own commercial airlines as their weapons of mass destruction. None of us was certain what could lie ahead. I used my cell phone to call my wife, Holly, to let her know what was
going on. She already knew of the attack on our country and was very
upset and worried. I was relieved to learn that our pastor had already
come to her side. I reassured Holly that I was okay and that I loved
her, and I told her not to worry.
I arrived at my apartment to learn that a fourth plane had crashed in
a rural part of Pennsylvania and that the twin towers had collapsed, leaving
thousands of people injured and thousands more dead or missing. Reports
later indicated that the fourth plane was supposed to hit the U.S. Capitol
and that those on board, aware of their fate, had bravely attempted to
overtake the hijackers.
That evening, I joined other members of the United States Congress on
the steps of the United States Capitol for a hastily assembled press conference.
We wanted the world to know that we would not hide from nor fear these
terrorists, although they continue to hide from us today, and I was overwhelmed
by a sense of patriotism as we stood in the twilight and addressed the
world.
On Friday, I attended a moving prayer service at the National Cathedral with other members of the Congress, the President, former presidents, Billy Graham and others to honor those who gave their lives on that fateful day. We were taken to the National Cathedral from the U.S. Capitol and back by motorcade amid tight security. It was starting to sink-in that my life and the lives of all Americans were changing—a change that none of us welcomed and a change that I most certainly do not want to become a new way of life for any of us. That evening, we voted to approve a resolution authorizing the President to use the United States Armed Forces as a means of force against those individuals, groups and countries responsible for or assisting in the attacks of September 11, 2001. We would soon be at war—a war against terrorism. We’ve started our dissent into BWI airport, and I’ve been instructed to turn off my laptop computer. I look at some of the passengers seated near me wearing the red, white and blue ribbons. It reminds me of how this was not only an attack on two cities, but an attack on America. I glance over to the two children across the aisle from me. They are putting up their crayons and coloring books. They remind me of how important this war on terrorism is. I want these two young children, my children and yours, and children for generations to come to grow up in a country that is free from terrorists. We must be strong and we must not fear them. Our children are counting on us. |
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