Reporter’s Notebook: 9/11 is just a history chapter for a new generation of Americans

It took a few years, but the U.S. intelligence services finally determined that the fourth plane was bound for the U.S. Capitol. That’s where Todd Beamer and a cadre of everyday Americans voted (mind you, at 35,000 feet) to commandeer a drinks cart and rush the cockpit in an effort to seize control of the plane.

"Let’s roll! " Beamer was overheard saying on a cellphone as they charged down the aisle. That two-word phrase became a battle cry for a nation as it waged the war on terrorism.

The Boeing 757 hurtled toward Washington at 563 mph. It was 20 minutes out from the federal city when the plane crashed, upside down, in the Pennsylvania countryside.

Shanksville is now one of those places forever notched into American history. A place not as famous say as Gettysburg or Jamestown, but not a footnote, either. Shanksville is part of the vernacular like Shiloh, Seneca Falls, Kent.

People might know that something historic happened there. But they aren’t exactly sure what.

Scores of markers dot the U.S. Capitol, denoting important things from yesteryear. Wander into Statuary Hall in the Capitol and you’ll find the desk locations of eight Presidents who served in the House. But the spot where late President Franklin Pierce once sat just seems like an historical annotation. Pierce toiled the re nearly two centuries ago. And he’s hardly prominent among American chief executives.

There’s a plaque just outside the Old Supreme Court chamber. It tells the story of how Samuel B. Morse sent the first electronic message from that room to Baltimore over a wire in 1844. "What hath God wrought! " reads the plaque, commemorating Morse’s transmission. That event christened the age of near-instant communication – now ubiquitous in the form of news alerts and TikTok videos appearing instantly in the palms of our hands.

But that plaque in the Capitol’s east vestibule doesn’t memorialize something that happened there. It marks something which didn’t happen there.

The plaque reads that the actions of the 40 passengers and crew "not only saved countless lives, but may have saved the U.S. Capitol from destruction. "

In other words, this global citadel to democracy with its ivory dome might not pierce the Washington skyline were it not for a plane which crashed 167 miles away.

Shanksville. Shiloh. Seneca Falls. Kent.

On that morning, I couldn’t help but notice there was no wildlife to be seen or heard. No deer. No birds chirping.

A disturbing silence.

Perhaps it was the billowing wind of that frosty morning. Maybe the snow. But I noticed no footprints gouging the crisp snowpack.

It was almost as though the animals were aware of something. Dare I say understood what happened in this field a quarter century ago. Perhaps the local fauna stayed hushed out of reverence for those who perished. A tribute to their heroism, saving the U.S. Capitol.

Or perhaps it was something else.

Maybe the creatures were so reserved because of the malevolence which was also on board Flight 93. One can only speculate that the animals remain hushed because of the peculiar unease enveloping the place. Even on a crisp but blustery winter morning.

Shanksville is a burial ground. And in a few more decades or even a hundred years, those who visit there will walk the paths or peer out over the panorama, trying to grasp the scope of what unfolded there on 9/11.