Peter Hanson called his father from United Flight 175 as the hijackers took the plane. His wife Sue and their 2-year-old daughter Christine sat beside him. “It’s getting bad, Dad.” A stewardess stabbed. Knives. Mace. A bomb. Jerky movements. “I don’t think the pilot is flying the plane… I think they intend to fly into a building. Don’t worry, Dad. If it happens, it’ll be very fast.” Then: “Oh my God… oh my God.” The line went dead. Lee Hanson heard a woman scream. Minutes later he watched his son’s plane hit the South Tower live on TV. Christine was 2½. Youngest victim of 9/11. First plane ride. They were going to Disneyland. Islamic terrorists murdered an entire young American family in cold blood. We remember Peter. We remember Sue. We remember little Christine.