Reminders
“IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL SEPTEMBER MORNING WITH A BLUE SKY…JUST A NORMAL DAY.”
Joy Knepp, Teacher, Shanksville –Stoneycreek School from the display at the Flight 93 Memorial Visitor Center
On an early New England morning in 1775, on the common green in Lexington Massachusetts, a small group of patriots prepared to square off against a large invading British force of about 700 troops. Moments later a shot was fired, and the first battle of the war to establish our nation’s freedom had begun.
Two hundred and twenty six years later, on “a beautiful September morning with a blue sky…just a normal day” over the green mountains and hills of western Pennsylvania, another small group of brave Patriots waged the first battle of a new war to protect those freedoms fought so hard for many years ago.
“…a beautiful September morning with a blue sky…”
Much like today I thought, as I left the Flight 93 Visitor Center and began the walk down the tree lined path to the impact site below. Though the morning was cool, the now mid to late afternoon sun caused me to remove my Harley Davidson of Somerset PA sweatshirt and tie it around my waist. Kim did the same with her Steelers sweatshirt. The occasional large dark cloud loomed almost symbolically right over the Flight 93 Memorial Visitor Center, so low it looked like you could almost reach up and touch it. I guess something in the sky had to be there to remind us of the darkness of that day, joining the reminders on the grounds around me. Though it was a beautiful day, this day, September 11th would never again be just a normal one.
Needing to decompress a little, Kim and I decided to make a trip up to see the family on the farm in Markleton, Pennsylvania in Somerset County. It was a weekend of reminders.
I got my first reminder on Friday while still at home. I got an email via my website from Jimmy P. McLaughlin. I stared at that email for long time before realizing that this Jimmy was a Jimmy P, so I opened it up. Jimmy it turns out is a blogger who stumbled upon my website and sent me the following message:
I just discovered this–thanks for introducing me to a kindred spirit… see my blog at stateoflubbock.blogspot.com. Thanks, Jimmy P. McLaughlin
Thanks Jimmy for helping me to remember your kindred spirit, another patriot, on this day.
By early Saturday morning we were in Western Pennsylvania. I have been to Somerset County many times over the last almost 20 years and thought I was fairly well versed in the farm community life and history. I got my eyes opened on Saturday by attending the New Centerville Volunteer Fire Company Farmer’s and Threshermens Jubilee. Another reminder for me, this time of the hard work and sacrifice it took our forefathers to build and feed this great country of ours.
Sunday was church at the Geiger Church of the Brethren. The Sunday school message that morning was about death; how do we prepare? Are we ready? What in our lives can complicate that preparation? And another reminder…we don’t always get the opportunity to prepare.
After church we had lunch with Kim’s parents at the Eat’n Park Restaurant in Somerset and decided we would just jump on the Pennsylvania Turnpike to go home. As I was waiting to leave the manager at the Eat’n Park asked if I had come from the Flight 93 Memorial. I explained we were here visiting family. The restaurant is next to the Harley-Davidson of Somerset motorcycle shop. I told her about the photo my sister had sent me a few weeks earlier of that same spot as she and my brother-in-law participated in the 2016 America’s 9/11 Motorcycle Ride.
“Oh yeah” she said, “the motorcycles.” She then expressed her disappointment that this year’s ride was to be the last.
“They donated an ambulance you know.”
Now in the truck ready to go home, the idea of visiting the Flight 93 Memorial on this day in particular seemed like the appropriate thing to do. I had never been there. We were directed to park in an overflow parking lot since the visitors were many and walked the paths up to the Memorial Visitor Center. All around the grounds you could see what remained of the ceremonies that took place that morning or the evening before; the wreaths, the tents, the temporary bleachers, and stacks of chairs.
We waited in line almost an hour to enter the Visitor Center. Once inside it didn’t take long to be transported back to that day with a rush of emotion. I lifted the “phone” receiver and listened to their voices, those final calls and goodbyes; I viewed their names and faces on the wall and read the stories as the video of the World Trade Center attacks played over and over. Everyone was quiet and solemn.
We walked down to the site of the impact. The large hemlock gate to the path where the boulder marks the impact site was open today. Only open once a year on this day according to the Park Ranger stationed at the gate.
We stood at The Wall of Names where fresh wreaths, flowers, and notes lay at the base of each stone panel honoring those that perished.
“Thank you for your sacrifice, God Bless You” read one note.
“Your sacrifice saved hundreds, Thank You!” read another.
I read the names again. The names of those patriots, who maybe with make-shift weapons of boiling water, a fire extinguisher, and who knows what else; made the ultimate sacrifice in what was the first battle of the new war threatening our freedoms.
They left their homes and their loved ones and boarded a jet not knowing how complicated their lives would be in a short while. How complicated their deaths would be. They soon knew they were going to die; they had no time to prepare.
But they acted.
And they acted on our behalf.
And I was reminded once more.
And I will remember.
We should all remember.
“Are you guys ready? Let’s roll.” (Flight 93 passenger and patriot Todd Beamer)
