On Sept. 11, 2011, the campus community marked the 10-year anniversary of the terrorist attacks with a silent march across campus, a salute at the 9/11 memorial garden and a weekend of public service. Here, we share remembrances penned by students, faculty and staff at the memorial garden.
— Patrick Cavlin ’13, Meteorology, Brooklyn
I remember panic and uncertainty. I remember smoke and unsettled dust. I remember tears shed for those lost. What I see now is a country that has overcome all of those things for preservation of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. God bless America.
— Joey McPartlin ’11, Freeport
I remember coming home and hearing the F-16s in the skies above, the smoke spreading through the skies, and the loving embrace of my parents. . . . Now as an adult, a proud New Yorker, firefighter and EMT, I could not even imagine if I was called to a horrific disaster such as at Ground Zero. But I know if I am [called], I hope that I have courage as the 343 did, ten years ago today.
— Luke Carbonaro ’14, Social Studies Education, Ossonma
I was 11 years old on Sept. 11, 2001. My father was in the city when the attacks occurred. I remember how frightened I felt and [then] how blessed when I knew he was OK. I pray for the victims and their families.
— Lynn Georgi ’12, Childhood Education, Walden
My heart goes out to all of the families who lost someone on 9/11. I am forever grateful to the men and women who helped save lives on that day. My father was at Ground Zero after the attacks and I am grateful to say he was lucky enough to not have his life taken on 9/11. Forever in my heart.
— Chasee Reilly ’14, Business Administration, Medford
Remembering Shelly Bratton ’00 as a great person and athlete. Shelly was a diver for the Lakers. We think of her often. Our prayers are with all those who suffered that day.
— John Moore, Oswego State Swimming and Diving coach, and Karen Moore, SUNY Oswego staff
I remember believing my mother was one of the victims on that awful day. Now I am just glad that she wasn’t and my heart and prayers go out to the families that cannot say the same.
— Charisse Thompson ’14, Public Relations, Bronx
I was serving in the Peace Corps in a Muslim village. I remember confusion and detachment as I watched my neighbor’s one-channel television, frustration as friends and co-workers asked me to explain what I did not understand myself, [and] a sense of belonging in the small community as Muslim friends offered to watch out for and protect me in the days and weeks that followed.
— Abigail Stamm ’05
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