September 11th Stories

While my life has certainly been shaped by September 11, 2001 and the defense strategy that followed, I was far enough removed from the attacks as a college freshman at Clemson University that my personal story doesn’t involve much beyond watching in horror as the events unfolded on screen. Therefore, I want to share the following stories about September 11, 2001. If anything – just to do my part to make sure that they’re never forgotten.


Word for Word/Last Words | This New York Times article from 9/16/2001 compiled messages from victims via cellphone, e-mail, and voicemail on September 11, 2001. “We said, ‘I love you’ a thousand times, over and over and over again, and it just brought so much peace to us. . . .

The Man in the Red Bandanna | I first heard of Welles Crowther when my friend, Kate, wrote about the namesake of her son. As explained in the linked article, Welles Crowther, a 24-year-old day trader, used a red bandanna as a protective mask as he rescued people in the South Tower. He is credited with helping at least 10 people escape before perishing when the building collapsed.

The Miracle Survivors | Sixteen people survived inside the collapse of the World Trade Center. This article explores the difficulty these survivors face in the days, months, and years after. “Everyone else feels like 9/11 was a long time ago. I still feel like we are stuck on September 12, not really able to move beyond it.

StoryCorps Shorts: September 11 Stories | The National September 11 Memorial & Museum and StoryCorps are dedicated to recording at least one story to honor each and every life lost in both the attacks on February 26, 1993 and September 11, 2001.

The First Victim | This Slate article talks about Danny Lewin, who was likely the first victim of the September 11th attacks when he tried to stop the hijacking of Flight 11.

One thought on “September 11th Stories

  1. I honestly don’t like talking about 9/11, the memories are still too fresh and too deep. I can’t think about that day without tears coming into my eyes and reliving that day again. I can easily remember the smell; the survivors covered in soot, dust and god knows what else and just feeling completely helpless. Luckily I did not lose anyone that day, but I would later go on to date a fireman and through his house, I met a lot of the widows. His father was also FDNY, its the last story on this article:

    Thank you for putting this together. Though reading it at work was probably not the best idea as I’m trying not to cry as I read these stories!


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