Late in September of 2013, my wife and I planned a trip to Pittsburgh with a stop at the Flight 93 Memorial, located near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
We arrived at the memorial on an overcast day, which made the visit even more emotional for us.
Visitors standing on the walk way overlooking the debris field, will see a boulder, approximately 200 yards away, which marks the final resting place of Flight 93.
The only sound was the wind blowing through the trees and across the meadow filled with wild flowers. People were not talking on the path leading to the memorial wall, where the names of the heroes are engraved. Heads were bowed in silent prayer. It was as if God's presence was ever watchful over the hallowed ground.
Forty Americans lost their lives on September 11, 2011 (thirty-three passengers and seven crew) in an attempt to stop the hijackers from crashing the plane into the Capitol in Washington, DC.
Once a year on September 11th, the families of the passengers and crew visit the site in remembrance of their loved ones and place flags and flowers on or near the boulder, in honor of their sacrifice. Other visitors leave flowers and keepsakes along the wall under the names of the passengers and crew to pay their respect.
The emotion was overflowing from complete strangers visiting the site, but the silence was surreal.
On a Tuesday morning, September 11th, this common field became a field of honor.