11 Sep 2001, 0931 hours. (Classified phone ringing at the Defense Intelligence Agency, Washington DC): Caller: “There’s an inbound to DC.” Me: “Any targets ID’d?” DIA Senior: “What’s your source?” Me: “My husband in the Pentagon.”
“Every time she entered the room, my heart leapt out of my chest. I tried my hardest to hide my feelings, but I was doing a HORRIBLE job. One night, after drinking with my buddies, I figured I’d tell her. I just had to get this off my chest! To my surprise, she wrote me back.”
“Tom’s last act on earth was one of the most courageous things imaginable. His last words to his wife are among the most inspiring I’ve ever heard. I’ll never forget Tom’s last words. I hope you won’t either.”
This year, 17 years after the fatal attacks, the tradition continues. Never forget.
“When I woke up, I heard the shower going. Then I heard someone leave the apartment. I rushed to Mike and Elena’s bedroom and hollered for him. No response, so I kept hollering, ‘Mike, Mike are you in there?'”
“You brought a simplicity and peace to my life through clean lines and high contrast. Your happy polka dots and florals have always helped me find clarity among the chaos.”