United Airlines
Flight 93, crashed down in a field in rural Pennsylvania, never reaching its
intended target because its crew and passengers fought back against the
terrorists. I offer you a first had story of what happened:
September 11, 2001
My Dearest Caroline,
My heart was heavy as we left you and the kids this
morning. Somehow I felt a special
connection with you as we warmly embraced and tenderly kissed goodbye. Oh, how I hate saying goodbye to you. My only consolation is that I will get to see
you again soon, to feel your gentle arms surround me in welcoming me home. Even though I will only be gone a few days, I
will miss you tremendously, for I am incomplete when I am separated from those
who fill my heart with love.
James whispered in my ear to tell you hello, then
proceeded to tease me for writing such emotional words. Sometimes I think that he belittles me for my
expressions of love. He’s a man's man
and doesn't seem to find much time for love in his life. I can only imagine how lonely his wife and
kids must be. Yet, despite his brash
criticism of me and my ways, I still find an appreciation for him. He is James, and can be nothing else.
I know that you hesitated to let me take Little
Charles with me on this trip, but he will soon be a man and must learn how to
function in this world as a man.
Sometimes I find it hard to remember that he is only 10, for he is so
confident and mature. I smiled this
morning as we boarded the plane. He held
open the door in the terminal for an elderly couple, and then he looked at me
to see if I noticed. I pretended not to,
for I don't want him to act unselfishly just to win my approval. Instead, I want him to do what’s right
because it’s the right thing to do. Right
now he’s sleeping, his poor little head is dangling awkwardly, but he seems
content for the moment. As soon as we
land, I’ll call and let you know that we made it safely. Then I’ll email this letter to you at
home. I marvel at our new technologies
that allow me to communicate with you in so many fashions. Hold on a minute, someone is trying to tell
us something...
Dear, I have bad news.
One of the passengers was talking on the phone and was telling us that a
plane just flew into the World Trade Center in New York. If that is so, we may not be able to return
for several more days. They think that
it was a terrorist act, but that seems impossible. Nothing like that would happen here in the
United States. Well, that passenger just
told us that a second plane has hit the towers.
Oh my, I guess that we are under attack... I’ll take a few minutes and explain to
Charles what’s happening. Some of the
other passengers are afraid that something might happen to us. I doubt that.
It would be way too hard to orchestrate.
Imagine that, in only a few minutes, our whole world changed. May God have mercy on us all...
Well, I'm back.
Charles is sitting wide eyed next to me, trying not to be afraid. I told him that it’s okay to be afraid, but
not to let his fear control him. He
asked if we were going to die. I almost
told him yes, as we are all going to die.
We all know that. There is
appointed a day for all of us to die, and few us know when that day is
coming. But I told him that we would land
safely. Now I wonder if I lied to him
just to make him comfortable. Why am I
unwilling to tell him of the distant threat that we might all be in as we fly
through the sky? I guess that I just
want to protect him, but he will be a man someday and he must know how to deal
with the truth.
Charles has now asked me what we would do if we knew
that our plane was going to be flown into the World Trade Center. I told him that I didn't know. Then he became fearful of dying. A natural reaction, I suppose. But we have guided him to live a life where he
would be ready to die if God called his name.
He said that he wanted to make sure, so he closed his eyes and appeared
to be praying. We then talked about
those people on the planes and why they didn't stop the terrorists. I told him that we need to have the courage
to do what’s right, even if it meant our own deaths. We seldom hear of people unselfishly
sacrificing themselves for their brothers any more. But it was a good opportunity for me to talk to
Charles about being a hero. To me, if we
were to be taken over by terrorists, then I would find a way to stop them or
die trying. Not that being a hero is a
great reward, but I couldn’t face my family if I dishonored them by cowering
down behind my seat. After all, how many
lives could have been spared if the people on those planes had stopped the
terrorists?
Wow. I have
something to tell you. A group of Arabs
just stood up and started to take over this plane. Oh my gosh... this is real. I have so much to tell you, but I am out of
time. When the highjackers weren't
looking, a guy named Todd just came past my chair and we are organizing a
resistance. Baby, I may die, and Charles
with me, but I have to do what is right.
We can't let this group kill any innocent lives, we have to stop
them. Imagine the odds of me talking
about this exact topic with Charles and then me having an opportunity to
actually instruct him for real!
Sweetheart, these are probably my final words to you. Know that I love you with all my heart. I am sorry that I couldn't have loved you
more and I am sorry for all the times that I chose to be selfish instead of
giving to you. I deeply cherish all that
we are.... I don't regret one minute of
what we shared. Oh, how I love the
kids. Tell them to serve God with all
their hearts and strength. Tell them
that I love them and that I am proud of them.
Tell them that I was given an opportunity to choose between being a
victim and a hero. Tell them that I
chose not to die an ordinary death, but I died defending my family and my
country. Is there a greater honor? I have to go, its time, at Todd said, “Let’s
roll.”
I love you and I hope that you receive this
letter. See you at the East Gate!
Your loving husband,
Bill
I don't know how many lives were saved because these heroes sacrificed their lives to protect us, but may God bless their survivors. These few are not forgotten.