Remembering 9/11

We went to find a flag today – my husband and I. A small flag or maybe two to fly from the rural mailboxes on the county road where we live.

Not that we don’t HAVE a flag. We have two. But they are oversized flagpole flags. We can’t even hang them from the straight-out short pole attached to our house. That’s made to push through the spine of today’s smallish decorative house flags – not for a FLAG-flag with grommets for ropes to raise and lower it. Although far too many people who profess to revere the flag of our country insult it every day by leaving it tattered, waving forlornly in the wind and rain. Or leave it flying at night, unlit and unremarked.

We wanted the small flags because tomorrow is September 11th, the tenth anniversary of the terror attack on New York’s Twin Towers, the Pentagon and Flight 93’s heroic demise in a Shanksville PA field. We want to fly the flag of our country once again as we did after that terrible day. Fly it to remind ourselves and everyone else that despite the political paralysis these days in Washington, we ARE one nation and we DO stand for the most important principles on earth. Fly it because the nearly 3000 people who died after the attacks, and the heroes who tried to save them, were and are unique and special. Fly it because they- and we - belong to a nation which can’t be so easily vanquished.

Of course every human being is unique and special. But the United States of America is also unique as nations go –a nation built on diversity and determination, our people springing from almost every other nation on earth. In an eerie echo, people from many countries who just happened to be at the World Trade Center were killed on September 11th, not just Americans.

Well, back to the small flags. We didn’t find them at any of the chain stores on our local highway which have put smaller, perhaps more patriotic stores, out of businesses. We will have to find the one store, miles away, which sells only flags and related merchandise – the one I did a story on along with a local, New Jersey flag factory after that first September 11th. And it seems to me that if for no other purpose than to sell merchandise – and why else do these big box stores exist anyhow – the management of these stores missed a major marketing opportunity in a down economy.

Until today – and our unsuccessful effort to find the flag of our country – I was trying to avoid this tenth commemoration of September 11th. I didn’t WANT to remember. I wanted to pull the covers over my head and just stay in bed all day – hiding from those terrible memories. But of course you can never hide from memories.

As reporters we have to separate our personal emotions from what we are covering. Otherwise it would be impossible to do the job; one would spend one’s professional life dissolved in tears. But that takes its toll in other ways; you spend a lot of time later remembering. The images and voices play over and over again in your mind, coming out of the little closet you try to lock them into when you least expect them.

Not that it would be really possible for ANYONE who lived through it to forget September 11th. Or for that matter, its precursor and warning – the initial attack on the World Trade Center on February 26, 1993. Which I also recall vividly, having arrived on scene with my cameraman soon after the truck bomb exploded. Had someone somewhere simply paid attention to convicted conspirator Ramzi Yousef’s own words – the second attempt to take down the twin towers might never have succeeded.

So now it’s the eve of September 11th, ten years later. I am determined to find that flag and show anyone who passes by that with all our divisions – the flag is still there. Along with our country. Our grit. Our derring-do.

We need to remember. And remember how we came together as a people, as a country, political and religious differences forgotten. To fly the flag of the United States of America from virtually every home – ten years ago tomorrow.