Remembering 9/11

Like most Americans, my memories of 9/11 invoke deep emotions.   I wrote a short piece based on one account of that dreadful morning.

Ruby

At the 34th floor, firefighters with set chins and mournful eyes carry axes and oxygen tanks up the stairwell.  “Keep moving ma’am,” one of them says as I inch downward.   My supervisor, Carl, says the opposite: “We’re all clear to return to the office.” He nods and my coworkers retrace their steps to the floor marked 76.

Some instinct keeps me moving away from my desk and out onto the crowded sidewalk where I turn to look back at the cathedral of commerce.  Flames lick at its body and plumes of smoke belch from its wounds. The sky fills with shards of glass and shreds of paper and I moan the sound of three thousand human souls. 

 

Long Way Home


 

It is 1943 and America’s involvement in World War II is at its heights.  The paths of two young dreamers cross on a segregated army base near Tucson, Arizona where they fall in love, fight personal battles and complete their journeys of self discovery.

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Nearly one million black soldiers served in WWII and most never faced combat.             Long Way Home imagines the daily lives of these men and women, far away from the front lines, whose struggles and triumphs paved the way for America’s civil rights movement.

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