For Brian Birdwell, September 11, 2001 started out just like any other day. Before heading out to work at the Pentagon, he had said goodbye to his son briefly and then kissed his wife Mel on the cheek as he headed out the door.
There are a few days in a lifetime when a certain event is vividly and indelibly imprinted on your memory, and you can recall even mundane things that happened before, during or after.
If there is a theme to this 15th annual observance — the word “anniversary” just seems so wrong — of the most lethal enemy attack ever carried out on American soil, it is erasure.
It seems like a million years ago, and the memory is just as vivid as the day it happened. I will never forget!