Fr. John Nazzaro Reflects on 9/11
From
Salesian
News, weekly newsletter of the New Rochelle Province

Fr. John Nazzaro (left) and Fr. Jim Marra
when they were young Salesians at Camp Don Bosco, Newton, N.J.
(New
Rochelle, N.Y. – September 10, 2026) – Twenty-five years have passed since September 11, 2001, when a series of
terrorist attacks shook America and the whole world, and which are still
regarded as a watershed moment in human history. In the aftermath of that
tragedy, Salesian Fr. John Nazzaro, now treasurer of the Eastern United States
and Canada Province (SUE), was called upon to assist and offer comfort to
those affected: an experience that remains as vivid as ever in his mind and
heart.
Even
though 25 years have passed since 9/11, the days that followed that dreadful day
still linger in my mind, heart, and soul. As time passes, we sometimes forget
the loss of innocent lives and the courageous first responders who sacrificed
so much with pride, dignity, and patriotism.
It
is special to me because I shared being a chaplain at Ground Zero with
my classmate, my best friend, and my brother, Fr. Jim Marra.
Fr.
Jim called me the day after 9/11 and told me that Cardinal Egan of New York
needed priests to volunteer at Ground Zero around the clock. Fr. Jim
and I signed up for three 12-hour shifts, from 3:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m. It was mandatory
that two priests accompany each other as a source of support for what the
ministry entailed. At that time, Fr. Jim was pastor at Corpus Christi Church in
Port Chester, and I was director of Salesian High in New Rochelle.
Traveling
to New York was difficult, and Mr. Louis Ruiz was able to drive us to Manhattan,
where we were escorted to a hotel that housed the home base of FEMA.
At
FEMA we were briefed about what we would encounter. We were taken by van
through Battery Park, which was filled with people waving flags with patriotic
signs and signs of gratitude for first responders. Once on site, we passed two
priests who were leaving the site. One of them cried, and the other looked as
though he were in shock.
We
were fitted with oxygen masks and proceeded to the temporary morgue, which was a
tent right in the middle of Ground Zero. The heat radiating as our feet was
enough to melt your shoes, and the smell of sulfur was enough to gag you so if
you didn’t have a mask on.
Our
task was to bless the remains that were found and help the coroner ID the body
part(s) and notify the Javits Center, which was used as a morgue since more
remains were coming.
We
blessed remains during those long hours, which seemed like an eternity. We consoled
first responders who had lost brothers and sisters in law enforcement and the fire
department.
We
consoled each other, seeing, as Fr. Jim put it, “pure evil.” This was Fr. Jim’s
hometown, and he was a proud New Yorker.
I
share this with everyone after all these years because it was difficult to talk
about it previously. But one thing I do remember is that my classmate, my best
friend in the whole world, and my brother, Fr. Jim, shared this experience with
me. It has been a bond through life and death since Fr. Jim passed away nine
years ago.
To
our young men in formation and young Salesians, I pray you will have a similar
kind of friendship of trust, concern, and bond of love that can come only from
Jesus and his Mother. I miss Jimmy terribly.
After a year, Fr. Jim and I received a letter from the government thanking us for our service. I was asked to write a chapter about our experiences for a book which became a best seller, but I refused the offer. Memories for me were for those who are not with us are in my heart; they are at peace. Lord, may they rest in your peace.
The Pit and signs with some of the names of the terrorists' victims
(February 24, 2005)









