With more than one thousand seven hundred journalists reporting from over one hundred and sixty countries and four thousand seven hundred full time. Employees, working from offices homes in the field the new year times pushes collaboration to its limit? That's the times uses Google workspace. Its powerful activity in collaboration tools help the times work, seamlessly and securely across the globe. The help people seek true and understand the world discover how Google works, tools can help your business thrive in the new hybrid working world visit works based on Google Docs. slash enterprise high Dan bury a right of the New York Times. Here's my personal essay What does it mean to never forget nine eleven in his mind Michael Regan. and down there you should have had the guts, a long time New York City, employee, who became first deputy fire. Commissioner, after the terrorist attacks,

the September eleven two thousand and one Mr Regan coordinated score The funerals and memorial services hundreds of shattered families. Still he could not shake the guilt. You should have been there down at the World Trade center. after a couple of months. Mr Regan finally shared his remorse with a stunt fire department, colleague we told them tat, he had been, there need help transport, the bodies of the first Deputy Fire commissioner Bill Thin and the chief of Deportment Peter dancing to the morgue and first You don't you remember. Looking back, Mr Regan said his

block, must have been a way to cope with the instant loss of thousands, including many close friends. It was a safety mechanism. He said I saw horrible things that day and I didn't want to think about those things. Twenty years later, the command to never forget retains its power, jolting assent to the past. Whenever we see it on a hat or flag, with the back of a passing car on the built parkway for all its slogan, like simplicity, is twinned, words seemed freedom. the complexities of guilt obligation and even presumption as if we could ever forget, but now that an entire generation has been born. Since the day versions of the question posed by Mr Regan might be asked of all of us who lived it in some way to planes hijacked by Al Qaeda piercing, the north and south towers of the World Trade Center, a third slamming into the Pentagon in Arlington Virginia one, a fourth crashing.

An open field outside Shanks Bill Pennsylvania all in less than ninety minutes. What exactly do you remember? What stories do you tell when a casual conversation Morse into a therapy session? What stories do keep to yourself and what instantly transport you back to that deceptively sunny Tuesday morning, Ronicky Stern, a writer it might be laughter cigar smoke, her husband, Jim Paternity, a vice president at Martian, Mc Clellan, who worked in the ninety six floor of the North Tower enjoyed the occasional cigar or it might be the sight of a bicycle, just a bicycle Jimmy's. Cycle, I compartmentalize Miss Stearne, said, but there's a permanent leak in the compartment. for James, the Longo, a former deputy chief of than your police department, it's driving past the now closed fresh, kills, landfill and Staten Island

He spent nearly a year on that mound supervising pop a base camp where one point: eight million tonnes of trade center debris were sifted human remains and personal effects. The problem is MR belongs to listen. Staten island, you ve got to put it where it needs to be. He said the memories and not open the door more than you have you never forget when I hear never forget four nine eleven. My next question is never forget what said trawls be stone and associate professor of psychology, John Jay College of Criminal Justice never forget the international dynamics that set the stage. The home and in securities that followed, including the assessment of american citizens, we being Muslim the month the seemingly nonstop funerals, the two DEC

of war and bloodshed. Probably the closest answer is never forget that it occurred. Mr Stone said, but it's the little details there will be forgotten, I remember the stillness as another body, was pulled from the rubble and carded away to salutes and construction helmets held over hearts the home of the refrigerated trucks outside the more the accurate well of loss, drifting uptown through the new rooms, open windows, landfill, the funerals, the dust? Of course. The call to never forget can also be interpreted as another honourable attempt to preserve some faint sense of the days. Many emotions.

honourable, but perhaps feudal against the ceaseless rubber, the passing years, the vagaries of memory. In the first days after the September eleventh attacks, a team of scholars around the country set out to capture the moment. Flashbulb memories, the vivid enduring mental snapshots formed at the instant of historical import, such as the bombing of Pearl Harbor, where the assassination of John F Kennedy, they asked more than three thousand people. A few questions, including where were you when you learned about the terrorist attacks in New York, graduate stood working on the study set up tables and handed out surveys at Union Square and Washington Square, where thousands had gathered in the days and weeks after the attacks just to be with one another moment, communal morning also now slipping from memory

A year later, the researchers asked the same questions of many of the same people, only to find that forty percent of the memories had changed a ban now saying that he was in office when he learned the attacks by previous He said that he had been on a train these, Said recollections were consistent with similar studies done in connection with other historical events. According to Elizabeth, I felt a professor of neurosis, since at Harvard University who worked on them eleven memory study, but just which the memories the September eleven when compared with ordinary autobiographical memories, was extreme conflict the people had developed in their Walter remembrances, which, by the first anniversary had begun to concretize.

You have your story and your sticking to it not felt said William. First, a professor psychology. If the new school for social research who also worked on the study, agreed, I think what happens. Is they develop a narrative about their flashbulb memory? He said it becomes their story. Doktor Hearst wonders whether the changes in memory or somehow linked to a sense of identity. After all, what would it say about you as a new Yorker as an amount? Again, if you didn't know how you first heard about the September eleventh attacks. Aligning one's personal narrative with a consequential moment in history may be a way of asserting that you were part of the effective community that you belong in. terribly Sunday there will be no one alive with a personal narrative of September. Eleven, inevitably emotional impact of the day will fade a little bit

and then a little bit more as time transforms a visceral, lived experience into a dry history lesson. This transformation has already begun: ask any Highschool history teacher for now for many September eleventh remains a lived experience. We have our stories our power Possibly altered memories to share or not to share on the anniversary, we're any day of the year. We might tell our stories to hold the inevitable eraser of time we might tell them to help us process. The moment were to explain why we grow quiet. Whenever we hear Bruce Springsteen's the rising, then again, we might keep our stories locked in some secret compartment for fear of being perceived as another nine eleven narcissist the hero, of our own narrative, or maybe we keep to ourselves out of simple reverence.

Mr Regan, the man who momentarily forgot his now sixty four and an executive with J P, Morgan Chase he has his memories his stories summer. Funny in that dark irish way of coping summer so sobering, that silence is the only response he avoids the anniversaries, the annual recitation of the names of the dead and all the documentaries books- and I say, is the day- continues to inspire. He will never visit the nine eleven memorial and museum. He said I dont need to go back. Mr Luongo now sixty three, retired in March after forty years with the Nypd, the courier distinguished in part by those many months,

on the Staten Island landfill more than forty two hundred human remains, were recovered, as well as nearly sixty thousand personal items, including photographs and identification cards. What he supervised was a village built on tragedy and a glow at night with office trailers decontamination set A mess hall conveyor belt waiting to receive the debris barged from lower Manhattan looming stacks of crushed vehicles, including police cars and fire engines, arranged in neat, horrific rose, all gone like brigadier. Was it even real ways this to a trick of memory. I remember MR longer said she

get up in the morning light a candle, say, a prayer and move on Miss Stearne who went on to write to nonfiction books and for novels also remembers. How could she not shopping for eggs and a super fresh market near her home in Princeton Natures? planning to make chocolate chip cookies for her husband. I made the best ones in the world when someone shouted something like the world. Trade centre has been hit being notified six months later, that a quarter size piece of Jimmy been identified, riding and writing in writing every night through her grief, more than a hundred and fifty thousand work that no one else will ever see Miss Stearne has The last twenty years, trying to get past the uniquely suffering kind of thing ass? She puts it and work towards building something constructive. Her involvement with the nonprofit peace Building organization

Search for common ground is another form of remembering I don't want anyone to go through. This Miss Stearne said, but I also don't want to go through life. saying, you can't understand what I went through. What's the point, why should they the smell of a cigar, a bicycle drive on the Staten Island Expressway, the anniversary, the dust I remember, camping out with the National Guard and Battery park several days after the terrorist attacks. I remember wearing a construction helmet carrying a clipboard and walking around ass. If I belong to the restricted world trade center site, then known as the pile and to burial ground as a crime scene I remember the messages of grief, anger and faint hope, scrawled and the dust

settled on the surrounding buildings scrawled with the tipps of fingers, I remember being determined to chronic These messages before the power washers came. hours will rise again, Vernon Cherry CALL Home God be with you, Dana Love, mom, I remember not wanting to think too hard about what comprised the dust and not thinking it All about how harmful the dust might be for rescue and recovery workers to inhale I remember the just being the color of vanilla, although my notes sand was gray, but I am certain of this the dust was everywhere. The world was covered in it. This podcast is supported by car MAX shop. Thousands of car

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