Memorial Page to the Falling Man, The Unknown Soldier of 9/11
Remembering that day was like being asked, Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
We lived in New Jersey 20 miles from New York City on 9/11, sirens going off with our kids being sent home from school, no one knowing if this was the beginning or the end. The falling man is a living symbol to me from that day, a photo of someone's precious son who had to decide how he wanted to die on a day he knew he couldn't live anymore.
In that photo I know the falling man is still alive. He must be hoping God will reach down and grab him. Others call him The Unknown Soldier of 9/11, although these posting show his identity is most likely known. - Webmaster
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Jonathan Briley worked at Windows on the World. Some of his coworkers, when they saw Richard Drew's photographs, thought he might be the Falling Man. He was a light-skinned black man. He was over six five. He was forty-three. He had a mustache and a goatee and close-cropped hair. He had a wife named Hillary.
Jonathan Briley's father is a preacher, a man who has devoted his whole life to serving the Lord. After September 11, he gathered his family together to ask God to tell him where his son was. No: He demanded it.
He used these words: "Lord, I demand to know where my son is." For three hours straight, he prayed in his deep voice, until he spent the grace he had accumulated over a lifetime in the insistence of his appeal.
The next day, the FBI called. They'd found his son's body. It was, miraculously, intact.
The preacher's youngest son, Timothy, went to identify his brother. He recognized him by his shoes: He was wearing black high-tops. Timothy removed one of them and took it home and put it in his garage, as a kind of memorial.
Timothy knew all about the Falling Man. He is a cop in Mount Vernon, New York, and in the week after his brother died, someone had left a September 12 newspaper open in the locker room. He saw the photograph of the Falling Man and, in anger, he refused to look at it again.
But he couldn't throw it away. Instead, he stuffed it in the bottom of his locker, where-like the black shoe in his garage-it became permanent.
Jonathan's sister Gwendolyn knew about the Falling Man, too. She saw the picture the day it was published. She knew that Jonathan had asthma, and in the smoke and the heat would have done anything just to breathe.
The both of them, Timothy and Gwendolyn, knew what Jonathan wore to work on most days. He wore a white shirt and black pants, along with the high-top black shoes. Timothy also knew what Jonathan sometimes wore under his shirt: an orange T-shirt. Jonathan wore that orange T-shirt everywhere. He wore that shirt all the time.
He wore it so often that Timothy used to make fun of him: When are you gonna get rid of that orange T-shirt, Slim? . . . read more
The Falling Man, by Tom Junod
First Published in Esquire magazine September 2003
Article Source: Intoxination
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