Another year has gone by since 9-11 and WTC 93. Long term readers know that I was an eyewitness to 9-11 and a survivor of WTC 93. There are experiences etched into my soul. Yet for the remainder of my days I will bear those memories . I had to take a day off from work after seeing the footage from London. I had flashbacks to the attacks in NYC. My boss was ex military and understood and told me to stay away from the TV.
I am but a little man a winess to history. My role inconsequential as I fled to saftey in a human stampede. The most memorable thing was the look on the faces of the rescue personel . The look was one I had never seen before but I am haunted by nightly. That look gives me more nightmares then the falling bodies and debree. I could write forever and not do it justice. There look was pure determination , duty and honor.
The irony is that among the horror and worst of man was the paradox of it bringing out the best in men. The dedication to saving lives even though ones own life was in danger. I will not ever forget that expression and that is my most vivid memory of 9-11. Some of us rose to the apex of man on that day but I was just another set of eyes
racing from history as many became part of it.
I also remember a burning evil smell that causes my hair to stand up. My uncle a Holocaust Survivor spoke vividly of a haunting smell of pure evil. I always thought it was an exageration but I know exactly what he was talking about and smelled it for weeks. No doubt some of you will think that I am exagerating but I pray you never smell burning death and pure evil.
I want you to also remember the way the far left often treats men like me because we think they are insane. They want to push witnesses with the far left view as representativeof eyewitnesses and survivors. I have been called a coward for running to safety.
My greatest loss was the myth of exceptionalism all of us carry. We all think that we will rise to meet the challenge and act exceptional when confronted with a crisis. I no longer have that illusion as I was just an olrdinary man witnessing history as others joined it. Fate is funny though as one seldom understands that history is made by few but witnessed by many ordinary people. Remember the rescue personel on 9-11 as the best and most noble amongst us.
I am not a hero just a witness to a great evil transposed with the most noble of humanity in a day of chaos. Unfortunately, I will bear those memories for the remainder of my days. I have a duty to tell those that ask about the bravery of those men, my discomfort is a small price so that some remember.