I’ll spend the next couple of hours trying to forget what I’ve just seen.
“United 93” was on HBO HD a couple of weeks ago. I DVRd and watched it tonight.
Two words: Gut wrenching.
Like most people who were glued to the tv set that morning of September 11th, 2001, I’ve somehow managed to put a lot of that behind me. Sure, the horros of that morning reappear every year on that date, but mostly…I’ve moved on.
But this movie brought it all back. Just as clear as it was that day and the days immediately following it. I thought of what it must have been like for the people on those planes. Surely, even as passengers and flight attendants were benig stabbed and killed, the plane would eventually land safely. Nobody, not even the hijackers wanted to die. Do they?
Few people knew much about Islam then. Few outside that faith had heard that followers were willing to die for the cause. Not just willing, but blessed to give their lives for Allah.
Watching the actors portraying the passengers phoning their loved ones once they knew what was planned was the toughest for me. They were doomed and in their last moments called spouses, parents and children to say goodbye. “Give the phone to your brother now” some said.
I sobbed watching this movie like I did as a 5th grader watching “Brian’s Song”. I never want to see this movie again. But one of these days, I’ll probably need to. You might too.