Jimmie Ira Holley, a 54 year old husband, father, and grandfather, went to work at the Pentagon that fall day as he did every day. A former Army veteran of Vietnam and a survivor of quadruple bypass surgery, he was a beloved figure in the hearts and minds of his family and friends. Like 2995 other people, he never came home. I don't know anything personally about Mr. Holley, since I didn't have the courage to disturb his family with my inept inquiries. All I have read about him can not compare, I'm sure, to the reality of him. But of course, I can never get to know the reality of him, because on one fall morning 2996 people, including Jimmie Ira Holley, were taken forever in a senseless act of terrorism.
I could talk to his wife, his daughter, his son, his granddaughter, but I wouldn't want to reopen wounds that are not mine to open. I don't want to intrude on memories that belong to him and his family alone. So I will leave this memorial brief and say only this.
Jimmie Ira Holley, I remember.