22 years ago, my buddy Paul and I were packing up to come back home from a weekend at the fishing cabin in the Upper Peninsula (specifically, Crystal Falls, Michigan). I was cleaning up the bathroom, last minute inspections, etc., when Paul yelled out for me to "come look at this." I went to the living room where he had the TV on, showing an image of the towers, one with a huge burning hole in it.
"They're saying a plane flew straight into the building", he said. I watched as we briefly gave opinions of what possibly might have happened, wondering if it was an accident, intentional, or who knows what... "HOLY SHIT, THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!" I yelled, right as the second plane hit.
At that point we knew it wasn't accidental. And as more and more news was reported, and the possibilities of other major cities having similar plans, our 6-7 hour drive home wasn't filled with the usual off-color jokes and breathless laughter. It was just the sound of the radio, and near silence from both of us. It was the most surreal drive home from the cabin that we've ever experienced.
It filled my heart and everyone was so friendly, helpful, loving after that tragedy. The country was never so close, so bonded.
But now look at ugly division in this country.
Everyone wants to say they've never forgotten.
Well, they may have not forgotten the attack on our cities.
But they've certainly forgotten something else.