"Please tell my children that I love them very much. I'm sorry, baby. I wish I could see your face again."
"Sean, it's me. I just wanted to let you know I love you."
"I don't know if we'll make it out. I want to tell you that I love you and I love the kids."
"I think they intend to go to Chicago or someplace and fly into a building. Don't worry, Dad--if it happens, it will be very fast."
"Hopefully I'll talk to you again, but if not, have a good life. I know I'll see you again some day."
"We're all going to die, but three of us are going to do something. I love you, honey."
"Tell Billy I never stopped loving him and forgave him long ago."
"Take care of Mom."
"Pray for me, Father. Pray for me, I haven't been very good."
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Friday, September 08, 2006
Remembering September 11
Peggy Noonan recounts some of the phone conversations that took place that morning in 2001:
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