jerry. my my brother in law. toshiya kuge. my my mother and flight attendant ceecee ross lyles. my grandmother hilda marcin.this field. now, my thoughts at the moment was that this was no longer a common field. it was travelled by so many who lived in this area but this field was now sacred ground. and, no more. so how did this vision of tragedy turn into a memory of complete victory? a wife or a fellow los angeles firefighter, made a quilt, and she asked many to place a written message on the patches of that quilt. when i was given the pen, i recollected the vision i had seen on september 11, 2001, and i wrote, "a common field one day, a field of honour forever." these are simple words caught the attention of one of the archivists who collected many thoughts that were sent here to this beautiful memorial. these words became the preamble for the mission statement that has guided and processed for permanently memorialising the a0 passengers and crew of flight 93 over the past 20 years. now, please, hear these words once again. a common field one day, a field of honour forever. a common field one day, a field