Journalists are fortunate to see and experience things that many people will never get to. During my time as a television reporter, I was able to shoot guns with a tactical training unit, interview celebrities and cover political campaigns. But, nothing ever prepared me for September 11th.
I remember it like it was yesterday. But I don’t want to talk about the day, the images, the fear or the anger. I want to talk about our heroes. The men and women who ran into the buildings, into the danger.
Again, I was fortunate to go places where many have not. I had an opportunity to be with a group of hero’s – the men and women who stood by each other, the Springfield, Massachusetts Fire Department.
Days after 9-11, we were invited to take a trip with a group of Springfield firefighters to attend a New York firefighters funeral.
You hear about brotherhood. But, I don’t think you can truly understand it until you see it for yourself. A bus full of brave men with tears running down their face as we crossed the bridge into New York.
They lined the streets with hundreds of other fire departments from across the country and saluted. They stood there for what seemed like hours. You see, they didn’t know the firefighter who they were saluting to, but you would never know it. They are there for each other- whether they know the person or not. When you hear them talk about brotherhood, this is a true example of that. They put everyone else first. They risk their lives to protect us. They are true heroes. God bless them.