We had to do this today. I headed off to Kendall’s to find the biggest flag I could get.
We both worked in DC in 2001. Him at L’Enfant Plaza. Me at the Navy Yard. Watching the smoke from the Pentagon. Not able to communicate because the phone lines were swamped. We got home hours apart, and wondered if things would ever be the same.
No planes in the skies, except for fighter jets scrambling over our homes, as we lived less than 25 miles from downtown DC.
We won’t ever forget. It was only fitting today to top the tower we built, with the biggest flag we could find.
Getting there step by step. Foot by foot. Now, to add antennas, cables and finish the ground rods.
But today, just a simple gesture. Remembering our colleagues who lost their lives 14 years ago.