I won’t make this excessively somber.
Today, September 11, 2021 is the 20th anniversary of that fateful day.
The question is always asked, “Where were you on that day?”
I was working for Delta Air Lines then, in their I.T. department as a senior engineer. I noticed people moving quickly past my cube headed toward the conference rooms. It was strangely quiet.
I got up and made may way there. There were a couple of directors and other technical folks crammed in the room, watching the TV and the live coverage of the first tower on fire.
There were many obvious questions: “Is it a Delta flight?” “What happened?” As we talked we all saw the second plane crash into the other tower. There was a collective scream in horror. “No!” we yelled. Shock became a terrible realization of what had just happened.
“Never Forget” seems inadequate for the 3,000 who died. That is the best we can do if it leads us higher.