Flight 93, as probably many of you know, was the fourth plane in the 9/11 attacks that was taken over by Al Qaeda terrorists. Their intended target was reportedly the U.S. Capitol building. But thankfully it never it reached its target. Before the terrorists could complete their mission, the brave men and women of flight 93 resisted them and the plane crashed in a field in Pennsylvania, fragmenting the plane and the people inside of it. Those people, passengers from three different countries included, gave their lives to prevent the continuation of the horrible attacks that has already happened that day. [spoiler]For me, that's why I can't joke about this. The beauty of this nation, and most Democratic nations in the world, is that we have the freedom to speak our mind freely. You are more than free to joke about this stuff. I'm not offended or angry when I see these jokes, I've seen it before and it would be silly to keep getting offended every year. But to me, the sacrifice of the people of flight 93, whose bodies were fragmented upon crashing, will never be a joking matter. The mass murder of humans should never be taken lightly, in my mind. If you do joke about it, I hope you still respect and remember that 2,977 people died this day, eighteen years ago, and I'm sure most of you do. [/spoiler]
For me, 9/11 is no joking matter. I used to joke about it, but that was when I was 10 and didn't ever think about the loss of human life. As another person said on this post, some people joke about it as their way of coping with it. I understand that. I cope with it by thinking about how we've rebuilt. That thought of how we've rebuilt gives me hope for the future, whether we're still on Earth or on Mars.