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Good afternoon. My name is Ellen Saracini. My husband
was Victor J. Saracini, Captain of United Flight 175 which was brutally
hijacked and struck the south tower of the World Trade Center on September
11th at 9:03 am. I last spoke with Victor on the evening of the 10th.
He was upbeat. He was positive. He made me laugh as he usually did
whenever he called. And he told me that he loved me, as he always
did.
As Victor arrived at Boston Airport early on Septe,ber 11th the day
must have seemed to him pleasant and ordinary in every way. Surely
he enjoyed that beautiful fall sunshine which bathed the entire east
coast from Boston to Washington, including our home in Pennsylvania.
The day certainly seemed ordinary to me as I got our two daughters
off to school.
But little did Victor realize that he was about to find himself in
the most forward trench of a terrible new kind of war - a war for
which our nation and the world were totally unprepared. Little did
I realize, that, for myself and the girls, there would never again
be an ordinary day.
Vic was a good man, no Vic was a great man. He served his country
proudly as a Naval Aviator. He was a highly respected pilot at United
Airlines, where he loved his job as few men can say they do. He always
said he had the best seat in the house. He was a true friend to so
many. He was a loving father and devoted husband. He loved aviation.
He loved music and playing his guitar. He loved all his diverse hobbies.
He loved and worshiped his God. But most of all he loved ordinary
days with his family, doing all the ordinary insignificant things
that Dads do with their little girls.
For the girls and myself there will be no more ordinary days. For
the thousands of families we represent here today, there will be no
more ordinary days. Just days of longing, days of emptiness and days
of wondering what might have been. Surely, we are all joined forever
in our sorrow and our pain.
Our objective here today is not monetary gain, for no amount of money
could ever replace our losses. Our objective here today is not to
bring additional harm on any American corporation or organization,
for we are all common victims, and we have all suffered enough. Our
objective rather is to do what we can, as a group, to prevent future
abominations.
Money is the root of all evil. Money is the fuel of terrorism. Without
money terror is stalled in its tracks. Although the vast cache of
wealth which financed September 11th lies frozen in dozens of accounts
worldwide, over time much of it could find its way back to the organs
of terror. This must never be allowed to happen! Never! Our Class
Action suit is designed to tie these funds up in litigation and generate
liens which, hopefully, will prevent them from ever again being used
to fund cowardly attacks on innocent people.
We harbor no false illusions. We know this is a difficult path we
choose, and we know that any success we achieve may be limited. But
we must start somewhere. We must do something. I could not live with
myself if I sat back and did nothing and someone else had to go through
this unending pain we are experiencing. I know Victor did everything
in his power to stop this from happening. Victor, just like all of
our lost loved ones, was strong, determined and courageous. Surely,
I know he would approve of what we do. Thank you and God Bless You.
Ellen Saracini
February 19, 2002
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