This book is being offered via direct mail. It’s a pictorial chronicle of Sept 11.
I got it for my children for when they grow up. They’re fairly young (13 and 10) but I wanted them to have a documentation of this piece of history.
I also got it a little bit for me. That day is burned into my memory like it happened yesterday (I still remember watching the news at work, and my co-workers crying out as events unfolded.)
I got it yesterday. I knew it was going to be hard for me to read it, but I felt I needed to.
I flipped through some of the pages yesterday, and the photos are chilling.
There’s a picture of a woman falling from the building, and a man outside a window, about ready to jump.
There’s the first tower in flames, and off to the far right, the second plane flying in.
Father Myke being carried out by his fellow firefighters.
A story about the rescue dogs, and how at the end of their shifts someone had to hide so the dogs could find someone “alive.”
It’s going to take me a long time to get through this book, because I can’t look at more than a few pages without crying and shutting it.
Has anyone else gotten this book? What are your feelings on such chronicles? (By the way, proceeds of the book sales are going to the family of fallen NY firefighters and policemen.)
I think it’s necessary to remember such events, otherwise they become blase’ and we forget the horrors.
I have been avoiding Ground Zero until yesterday when I had some out-of-town visitors request to see it.
I spent so much time at the Towers when I used to work in the financial district, that it really struck me hard seeing the void yesterday.
A huge crater.
Very surreal, and very painful.
The buildings surrounding it are still in various states of disrepair and some are shrouded because they are structurally unsound. The World Financial Center is still covered in dust.
I can not even fathom all the work that was done to remove the debris one bucket at a time.
It was especially painful sailing back to the tip of Manhattan on the Statue of Liberty ferry and seeing the tip of the skyline sans the twins. Last time I did that was on the Staten Island Ferry last September and it does not get any easier.
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I thought I was being a little weird over this…like maybe I was obsessed. I think now I’m just trying to get a handle on it, trying to work through the pain. The wound is still too raw, and I know the anniversary is going to be very hard for a lot of people. I can’t believe it’s been a year already.