Ltc. S.L. “Hack” Hackworth

 Ltc. S.L. “Hack” Hackworth

Sept. 11 started out as an ordinary day. My wife had a busy scheduled planned to hold a meeting at the Pentagon that morning. She worked in a budget position at the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA). I was a retired “Colonel MOM” at home with our three very young pre-school children.

The night before, our young daughter had been up all night with an earache. Early that morning she begged my wife to take her to the 9 a.m. doctor’s appointment that I had made for her. So, my wife called into work and asked them to delay the meeting until 10 a.m. and have someone else to chair the meeting. Fortunately, it was delayed, because that morning the office where the meeting was to be held was destroyed by the plane that crashed into the Pentagon.

All morning while my wife and daughter were at the doctor’s office, the phone rang as the personnel in her office called to check in and confirm that they were all right. Several of them had been out of the office when the plane hit, others were assigned to other government offices in the Washington, D.C., area. I received a call from a U.S. Navy lieutenant commander who worked for my wife. She called to say that the man who had replaced her at her previous position in the Pentagon had been hit by the highjacked jet liner when it crashed. It turned out that all personnel in that office were killed. Her replacement was a young Navy lieutenant with a 1-month-old baby. She was driving to the lieutenant’s home to stay with his wife until they had more information. She said she would call me back as soon as “things settled down” there. I hung up as my eyes started to tear up. Several hours later she called me back sobbing slightly and said she would be staying overnight with the widow to help with the sorrow and the baby. We both hung up and I had a short cry, because I felt that the baby was crying for the father he would never know. I do not cry easily as I was a hardened United States Marine Corps non-commissioned officer and Special Forces NCO before I was direct commissioned as an intelligence officer. That day was truly as Franklin Delano Roosevelt said about Pearl Harbor — “A Day of Infamy.”

My wife returned later that afternoon, but MANY DID NOT. We all went to bed as a warm and safe family again. The next several days were a whirlwind of people contacts, morale improvement efforts, and funerals. In the office where the meeting was supposed to be held, seven DIA employees were killed and many of the survivors were badly injured by the smoke and flames. I was very grateful that by being a good mother, my wife was spared from the direct disaster.

I worked in the Pentagon as a civilian intelligence officer some years earlier for the U.S. Army Deputy Chief of Staff for Intelligence along with my wife. We sometimes took our lunch breaks to eat at the Pentagon Center Pavilion snack bar. While there, I noticed the huge NW Fir trees (30-40 feet tall) were depositing their seedlings under their massive branches. I dug up some of those seedlings and transplanted them under the Southern Pine tree growing in our Northern Virginia front yard. Our house in Virginia was built many years before by a U.S. Army colonel on the very ground that had been a part of George Washington’s Mount Vernon Plantation/Estate. Those trees thrived in that fertile ground, which had once been a large corn field. When I moved to Tahlequah back in 2006, I brought five of those “seedlings” which were by then over 6 feet tall. I planted them and dedicated that small grove as a 911 Memorial. We placed a small marble monument with a brass plate next to the trees which is inscribed as follows:

Dedicated to the seven fellow Defense Agency Intelligence Officers that lost their lives on 11 September 2001 at the Pentagon Washington DC. May their deaths not be in vain and we reaffirm the need to defend our country and Constitution.

When you pass our house at 350 Academy St., in Tahlequah, don’t ask yourselves who those candles are burning for. They are not just for those seven DIA employees killed in that office. To paraphrase Ernest Hemingway: Those candles are burning for ALL USA Citizens who strive to be honest and happy in their pursuit of a “good life” like “Private Ryan” strove for. He was saved by many fellow soldiers who gave their lives for him. May we ALL be saved.

Hackworth, of Tahlequah, is a retired United States Marine Corps and Special Forces non-commissioned officer and retired U.S. Army Reserves lieutenant colonel.

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