Showing posts with label david charlebois. Show all posts
Showing posts with label david charlebois. Show all posts

Friday, September 11, 2020

When 'Determined' Bin Laden Struck


I'll be thinking of my friend David a little extra today -- as well as the other 2,976 people who perished 19 years ago this morning. How infuriating to think that nearly 200,000 more Americans have senselessly died this year because our "leader" failed to properly do his job?




Monday, September 11, 2017

In Memoriam


Remembering the 2,977 people killed -- and more than 6,000 injured -- on Sept. 11, 2001, including my friend David Charlebois, first officer of American Airlines Flight 77. #neverforget


David's loved ones haven't forgotten.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

When It Started to Begin


Where the hell did 13 years go?


We miss you, David, and the way it felt before we had to think about this all the time.


David Charlebois was first officer on American Airlines Flight 77

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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

11 Years Later


 As we remember all of the people we lost on Sept. 11 2001, I'm struck by the sad realization that our friend David Charlebois -- an American Airlines pilot who was working Flight 77 that morning -- has been dead three years longer than I even knew him. (How is that even possible?) Here's the (iPhone-zoomed) view from my street corner, where my friend Larry and I watched the throng of people covered in soot march to safety. Larry had worked in 7 World Trade Center at one point, and in the confusion of that morning, I freaked out thinking he was down there in the mayhem. He wasn't -- his office was in Midtown -- so he came over to be with me as we waited desperately to hear from my friend Ken, who was also an American pilot out of Washington. (Thankfully, Ken was on vacation in Portland; he was the one to hear about David first.)


By late afternoon, Larry and I -- exhausted from being saddened and horrified -- had gotten hungry so went to Benny's Burritos on Greenwich Avenue, a locale that would become off-limits later that night when everything south of 14th Street became a de factor crime scene. Being four blocks north of 14th, however, didn't immunize you from that sickening smell of death that seemed to linger in the air for months. Larry and I walked down to the piers later that night to see what we could see. We weren't alone, and it made me feel safer just to be around other people who had lived through such a traumatic event. In many ways, the memory of that time doesn't even seem real to me anymore, yet sadly it is. That Larry tragically died a couple years later after catching meningitis on a trip overseas only makes the whole ordeal that much more sad and surreal.



View David's 9/11 Memorial page HERE.


David with his longtime partner, Tom, at the 1993 March on Washington