I was passing by a TV and one of my co-workers asked my should there be planes in the WTC Towers and my reply was NO…I asked why and he said a plane hit the WTC1 and I said that is “restricted air space”…I headed for my desk and was on the phone to Air Force base and the guys comes and said a second plane had hit, I was given a direct order to report to base-was gone for 2 yrs…

At the time I was working at a child care center in Richmond, VA. Our director came into the building, visibly upset, and a couple of us teachers were able to take her into the kitchen to see if she was okay. She told us through her tears that a plane hit the WTC in NYC. I was 25 at the time, just married in May of that year, and I remember feeling everything about my safe, sheltered life shattered. Things like that don’t happen on our soil, I remember thinking. The rest of the day was difficult to get through, to say the least, as we had young children to care for and had to keep our smiles on and pretend everything was okay for the little ones, but all we wanted to know was what was happening to our country. Later in the morning, someone came in and said quietly that another plane went down in Pittsburgh, PA which of course wasn’t true, but so much was misinformation on that chaotic day as we were all trying to figure out what was going on. My brother was attending Carnegie Mellon so I was really worried about him. I also remember just wanting to check on loved ones. My parents lived in Florida, my brother in PA, and I in VA…but all the cell traffic that day was so heavy, it was impossible to get through to anyone. That night when I finally got home and could process (sort of) what happened, and the tragedy for those people in the towers, Pentagon, and on the plane over Pennsylvania, I just cried and cried and cried. Such a surreal day.

I remember the event well. I lost some bright, young colleagues we had just given assignments in NYC. I remember our team’s shock and grief.

I remember George Bush fleeing to Louisiana and my loss of respect for him as a head of state and as a man. He joined James Madison as a US President who was run out of his capital.

I remember the sight of all the staffers running from the Capitol and hoping those self-important preppies never came back.

I remember that Imam speaking at the National Cathedral at that national “multidenominational” service and him not acknowledging who had done the attacks. I thought “So this is the kind of prick we’re going to be dealing with..”

I remember the flags on the interstate overpasses and USA spelled out in paper cups on chain link fences.

I remember a remarkably moving story of an Aussie or Brit warship pulling along side a US ship at sea and giving it an all hands on deck salute.

I remember the idiot George Tenet and the other weasels in the IC like Richard Clarke running for cover behind their red ties.

Bush was in office for 8 months. Try blaming Clinton for taking his eye off the ball.

my most vivid memory was that these are the people that elected Hillary Clinton to the U.S. Senate and the people that run the Military Industrial Political Complex.

They are no different today than they were back then.

I find my sympathies lacking.

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The Mosque to CommerceBin Laden’s special complaint with the World Trade Center.By Laurie Kerr
Dec 28, 2001•11:58 AM

Yamasaki received the World Trade Center commission the year after the Dhahran Airport was completed. Yamasaki described its plaza as “a mecca, a great relief from the narrow streets and sidewalks of the surrounding Wall Street area.” True to his word, Yamasaki replicated the plan of Mecca’s courtyard by creating a vast delineated square, isolated from the city’s bustle by low colonnaded structures and capped by two enormous, perfectly square towers—minarets, really. Yamasaki’s courtyard mimicked Mecca’s assemblage of holy sites—the Qa’ba (a cube) containing the sacred stone, what some believe is the burial site of Hagar and Ishmael, and the holy spring—by including several sculptural features, including a fountain, and he anchored the composition in a radial circular pattern, similar to Mecca’s.

I was working, sitting at my desk in the Commercial Loan Department of a small MA bank.
The lobby was busy, as were the offices.

”OMG” as a teller got a phone call from her hubby. “Turn on the news”
Every PC in the building (and the break room TV) was turned to a news site, and customers and personnel gathered around, watching, holding each other, tears flowing, as well as prayers.
My worst memory?
My daughter, 26 at the time, calling me, hysterical. “They’re jumping, mom. They’re jumping”
I still hear it.

I was watching the TODAY show drinking coffee; they had a live picture of the first tower on fire. Then the second plane hit while I was watching. I called my dad told him we had been attacked told him that he better turn the TV on and get mom up.

I was a mom, thinking about the kids and listening to financial news on tv because I was into a bit of stock trading. My husband was flying to the west coast on business. The stock news quickly shifted to the announcer’s shocking and emotional announcement that a plane just crashed the first tower, and then once the horror intensified with the attack on the second it was clear that it was a planned attack, not a mistake. My husband’s plane was landing in a location prior to his destination, but passengers were not told why. He called to ask me if I had heard anything that might be related. I remember that I wept as I tried to keep my composure well enough to explain the horror and heartbreaking scenes that I was seeing on the tv. The coverage showed the enormous destruction of buildings, then people choosing to leap from the buildings rather than face the raging inferno inside — and I remember the heartbreaking stories told by people, some completely in shock and others in tears, who had received panicked phone calls from loved ones still inside the buildings moments after the attack, saying a final “I love you” and their good-byes. It was a day that seemingly tore away our innocence and taught that evil could come to America

I was a DC cop. I worked plain clothes working in the warrant squad. Basically a glorified bounty hunter. My partner and I were in the 7-11 getting our first round of coffee before we ruined someone’s day. A gentleman started asking me if I had heard that a plane had hit one of the towers in NYC. I gave him a quizzical look and asked him what type of plane. He didn’t know. My partner and I got back in our scout car and turned on the news. They were obviously talking about it. We soon realized it had been a passenger jet that hit the tower. For some reason we returned to our office at the station. We turned on the tv and were finishing up our coffee, when out Lieutenant came in. We were all thinking this is some type of freak accident. Then the second plane hit. My Lieutenant immediately ordered us to go secure the back gate of the station where all vehicular traffic would go into our garage. We were out there for a bit and there was total chaos on our radio and on the street. People were asking us all types of questions which we could not answer. Then the ground shook. My station was in the first dustrict, just across the river from Reagan National Airport. We thought it was a bomb that had gone off. It was actually the impact of the jet hitting the Pentagon. Later in the day, we put our uniforms on and were deployed downtown. Our whole CDU platoon was to direct traffic to clear the city. It was a complete and utter miracle that it only took us four hours to completely render the city traffic free. I worked 18 hours that day and was to report back in 6 hours. Two things about that day will always stick in my mind. The first is how beautiful of a day it was. A cloudless crisp early fall morning. The second is, I lived in Va. I drove by the Pentagon every day. As I was driving home at around midnight, I could see the smoke still emanating from the building. It was well lit, but my angle was away from the plane so I couldn’t see it. As I passed the building, the song Imagine from John Lennon came on the radio. While not a fan, it seemed a perfect fit for me to finish that day. The world had never been the same.

Looking back now, my first memory of 9/11 actually began in December of the year 2000. Driving in to work, Bush had just been declared the winner of the hotly contested “hanging chad” election over Algore. On hearing that news on the radio, I thought to myself, “Bush is in the White House, there’s gonna be a battle.” … thinking of the pro-life battle relating to abortion.

So imagine my surprise when the radio DJ said a moment later, “Bush is in the White House, there’s gonna be a battle.”

Meanwhile, it was a frosty, misty December sunrise, and there was a sun pillar forming an odd tower of light right near the exit on the highway which was close to a local airport. It reminded me of some weird signal light having to do with planes.

9/11 itself was eerie as well … I was a huge X-Files fan and had been writing some online fan fiction adventures with other fans. The plot of the story included an alien attack on Washington, and we were just getting to the part where the UFOs would be flying in. So when I heard the news of the REAL attack on Washington while I was at work, my first thought was like, “but wait, it’s just supposed to be fiction … ” then I did my best to pray for the people in the towers and on the planes as best I could while in a state of shock, and the next thing I did was e-mail the other story writers to tell them to immediately stop writing the story.

I still say we can bring peace and healing to America if we turn back to God and respect all life, in particular the unborn, the chronically ill, and our elders.

I was in my home office when my wife called up to me that a plane had hit the WTC and to come look
I immediately thought it was another JFK Jr. situation (an over confident pilot overstepping his training) and finished what I was doing.
I finally came to the TV and was puzzling over the smokey hole that seemed too large for a small private plane, when the second plane hit.
It was like a circuit breaker tripped in my brain….I couldn’t comprehend what I had just witnessed….for about 10 seconds.
Then horror. Then anger.
I sat down and didn’t move for the rest of the day.

My wife went to work and I was calling her giving updates. I remember telling her while looking at those glowing steel beams…..”that building is going to collapse.”

I can’t believe it’s been 20 years…seems like yesterday.

I was in my office in the PPG building downtown Pittsburgh, Pa. Had the TV on watching a business channel to monitor the equity markets as that was my business. The reports broke in that a “small plane” had hit the WTC and then video switched to a live feed from NY. A few minutes later the second plane hit the second tower. Everyone was stunned. I went outside to get some air and wept sitting on the steps outside my building. I knew we were under attack. Went back to my office and learned that the city was being evacuated as the plane that crashed in Shanksville 75 miles away was being monitored and followed and was close to Pittsburgh. A surreal day for sure and I was very angry. I just wish we could capture the unity that existed back then and apply it today!!

i remember the people on the roof.
during the live coverage that day, and before the networks decided that some images were too “graphic” to broadcast,
there were several news helicopters in the air.
one kept showing the people on the roof of the first tower hit, sheltering next to a large vent of some sort,
desperately looking up, waving at the copter for rescue.
the reporter on air was saying they couldn’t get close enough because of the smoke.
have never seen that footage since.
they were all lost.

i remember the jumpers.

i remember the last plane into o’hare after the ground stop circling suburban chicago for a very, very long time waiting to land. it seemed so out of place.

i remember the sky that day. never seen it that blue and clear, in this part of the country anyway.

i remember the thousands of people piling off the commuter trains after the (former) sears tower was evacuated.
i picked up one of my neighbors, a tall burly man who looked shaken right down to his shoes. 

i remember my folks, teenagers during pearl harbor, being forced to witness this, and feeling so bad for them.

i remember.

This is correct.

I was at work in Dallas when the news broke. It certainly seemed like terrorists had flown a plane into the WTC. Then we saw the second plane hit. It was a gut punch, like the JFK assassination.

Then eventually both towers fell impossibly, vertically at free-fall speed. I have a background in physics and knew something was amiss.

Then later that day building 7 fell impossibly, vertically at free-fall speed. I happened to be watching on TV and I knew the fix was clearly in at that moment 20 years ago. Pure theater, all 3 were demolitions, clearly an inside job. Which made the whole thing even worse.

Coda: so then we went to war in Afghanistan for 20 years at a cost of countless lives and many tax dollars then last week handed the country and a bunch of weaponry to the people who supposedly were cut from the same cloth as the “9/11 conspirators” while leaving Americans behind.

Utterly shameless.

A female friend this week sent me something along the lines of “Marry a guy who compliments you regularly, buys you flowers occasionally and doesn’t believe 3 steel-framed buildings can collapse due to jets hitting 2 of them.”

I was at my desk in Roslynn, VA just across the Potomac from the Lincoln Memorial when I got a call from my wife that a plane had just hit the WTC. My colleagues were gathered around the conference table watching FOX News when the second plane struck the South Tower of the WTC. Soon after the third jet hit the Pentagon and we could see smoke billowing four miles away. Alerts were broadcast throughout the DC Metro area to evacuate immediately. Metro was stopped and traffic gnarled as federal workers jammed the streets in an attempt to avoid the fourth plane which was assumed to be targeting either the White House or the Capitol.

I left the office to walk home and was amazed to see the tremendous amount of traffic politely and orderly evacuating downtown DC. Its not normal for federal workers to be so considerate of their fellow workers on the roads.

I am not sure it was a false flag but there are lots of things that do jot add up. I have done lots of research over the years, I even read the 911 Commission report which is severely lacking to put it nicely.

I remember our commander talking about keeping an eye out for ground based threats (SAMs/AAA) from our own neighborhoods as weapons were loaded on our fighters as we launched into an unfathomable new mission to shoot down hijacked airliners.

We were supposed to provide surveillance for President Bush’s visit with the families of United a few days later but we’re stopped by NORAD due to potential panic from people seeing aircraft orbiting downtown Chicago.

I can’t describe in words the thoughts that were in my head at that time.

I was in my 10th grade history class. Someone told the teacher to turn on the news. Saw the 2nd plane hit. Dont remember much after that

I was at work – a contractor came in the office and said a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers in NYC. My first thought was that it was a small private plane – was trying to get something on the internet, but evidently, so was everyone else. The 2nd plane hit ….. then, as I was talking to the receptionist, the plane hit the Pentagon. I’ll never forget the panic that came over me …. that is when I truly realized we were being attacked. My brother (I worked at his company) was in a meeting at the county – he swung by home & picked up a TV and set it up in the conference room. Tower 1 went down … we saw it. As a former EMT, I can remember saying “they’re all in there …. they’re all in there” …. knowing police, fire & EMS had rushed in to help people. Tower 2 started “smoking” (obviously not fire) & our survey party chief said “it’s going down”. In stunned silence, we all watched. I cried all week – watched the memorial service(s) ….. could hardly do much work.

Not long after 9-11, 2001 I became a dispatcher – police, fire, EMS. From that perspective, I have some very small idea of what it was like to work that day & the immediate days after. The local fire departments do a 9-11 last call memorial outside the fire stations every year …. I’ll stop & pay my respects, say a prayer.

Yesterday, Bernie Kerik was on a War Room retrospective, talking about all the bodies falling from the building after the first plane went in, people trying to escape the horrific fire/heat, smoke. This is the one aspect of 9-11 that I probably think about the most. Bernie said the air would catch them and you didn’t know where they would land. The one quote from a husband whose wife ‘jumped’ has always stuck with me and it’s this:

‘Jumping is something you can choose to do,’ he says. ‘To be out of the smoke and the heat, to be out in the air, it must have felt like flying.’

Today will be a tough day – it’s tough every year. This year is worse, if that can be imagined.
So ….

I well remember them,
    and my soul is downcast within me.
21 Yet this I call to mind
    and therefore I have hope:22 
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:20-23

I was rowing a single scull on the Potomac about an hour before the Pentagon was hit. The ‘talk’ of the morning was Michael Jordon joining the Wizards. Our lives are forever changed. Its funny, in many ways, the liberal stance during that time has shifted to how many Patriots feel today. That the Patriot Act went to far, and that the cost to personal liberties and freedoms was not worth the knee-jerk reaction to the Islamic Terror threat. Many liberals of that era felt the overseas interventions were overkill and not worth American Blood. Many of these principals are now squarely in the viewpoints of how many Patriots feel today.

My husband and I were overseas at the time, so we were asleep when it happened and were awakened in the morning by a friend of ours in the local government who called to tell us the terrible news. We went over to our fellow American’s, who lived nearby and just hugged and cried and prayed together. We felt such shock on an attack on the mainland, our homeland. The entire American community came together to pray.

I was working for the corporate law firm in Atlanta where our current FBI Director made millions.

I was in our break room on the 40th floor when a coworker told me that the World Trade Center had been hit. I went back to my desk and watched the whole thing unfold on the internet on the PC inside of my cubicle. I saw the South Tower collapse while the news anchor doing the reporting was at that very moment oblivious to what just happened.

Like nearly everyone who realized our country was being attacked, I felt a sense of urgency mixed with sadness and fear. I remember going to the top floor in our building (the 191 building on Peachtree Street which was also called twin towers because of its appearance on the Atlanta skyline) to pray with others.

It was surreal. We were being told that we had been attacked by Islamic terrorists and we had women wearing hijabs offering prayers to Allah at the same time Christian prayers were being spoken in Jesus name. Then they told us to evacuate our building suggesting that we might also be in imminent danger. Surreal.

Two of my grown sons also worked in the same building for a different law firm and when I came back from praying. one of my sons was sitting in my chair inside my cube waiting for me so we could leave together. That was my comfort on 9/11.

Almost a year later, in August 2002, I did a conflict search for the families of 9/11 – and when I read all those names of the family members I began to openly weep. This law firm I was being paid by was not representing the families…no, they were representing some Islamic bank that the families thought was responsible in some way.

Conflict of Interest? I certainly thought so. I told them what I thought, and they eventually fired me for insubordination. It was a revelation I’ve never forgotten about how things really work. My take 20 years later: the truth is still being suppressed.

9 11 made air travel harder and it allowed the government to initiate spying programs that are eroding our freedoms. Besides that, it didn’t change America, at least in Middle America. Bush flew a bunch of Saudis out of the country, rightfully attacked Afghanistan but then conducted the biggest foreign policy disaster since Vietnam by invading Iraq.

The Bush Iraq disaster enabled the Obama presidency disaster so coming back full circle, maybe 9 11 changed more that I originally projected.

crescentofbetrayal.com/

Every place where the terrorists are memorialized in the crescent design, they are placed in the symbolic Islamic heavens (the crescent and star parts of the design). Every place where the 40 heroes are memorialized, they are depicted as symbolically damned, cast out of the symbolic Islamic heavens. One example is in the Tower of Voices, where an Islamic shaped crescent soars in the sky above forty symbolic souls that literally dangle below:
 
 
 
Forty symbolic souls, never to rest in peace, gonging for eternity in their symbolic damnation, strung like fish as they hang down from the symbolic Islamic heavens projected in the sky above. Is the Memorial Project trying to start a riot?

I was teaching my Fourth Year Advanced Placement German Course with Seniors, and our librarian walked past my door shortly before 9:00 and said to turn on my television set, which I rarely used for anything.

“Why”
“A plane crashed into the World Trade Center!”
“Oh? I assume it was an accident!”
“No, they don’t think so.”

That sounded ominous of course, so I did turn on the T.V. set – amazing my students (14 Seniors or so) – and we watched in anguish for 15 or 20 minutes and then in disbelief when we saw the second airplane in the background zooming toward the other tower.

In Memoriam: Sergei Protopopov was a great Russian composer who had the misfortune to live most of his life under Communism and Stalin. His 6 Preludes for piano evoke not only his era…but unfortunately they also offer a commentary on our era! (Message from Siberia is the name of the 5th and last prelude…for the 6th one has been lost…)

The work is worth 10 minutes of your time, as you meditate on our country’s future: played by a brilliant young Belgian (who is trying to promote Protopopov’s works): Valere Burnon.

I was living in Phoenix at the time and had just gotten out of the shower. I was listening to the local sports morning show, like every morning, Bruce one of the radio guys is from NY and he mentioned the news of the a small plane hitting the Trade Center, I turned on the TV and was eating breakfast when the second plane hit. I was horrified. I drive into work in downtown Phoenix and heard about the Pentagon and then I was freaking out. I called my best friend, she lived in Los Angeles at the time, to make sure she knew what was going on and to see where she was, I was convinced Los Angeles would be next. What I remember is the sky over downtown Phoenix being so quiet, the airspace always has planes flying around because Sky Harbor is not that far from downtown Phoenix but by that time all planes had been grounded. Once I got to the office there was a tv on in one of the rooms (I worked at a College) and i saw the first tower fall. I remember not wanting to be a to work I just wanted to go home. I called my dad later on in the day just to talk, I needed to feel safe.

The next day I swear I remember a plane crashing in upstate NY yet I cannot find any news of that now. All I could think is planes are never going to stop falling out of the sky.

I have definite thoughts as to what happened at the 3 sites beyond the official story but the truth is we will never know for sure. It will never be declassified, much like the Kennedy assassination.

Peace & love to all on this most somber day and every day.

We were living overseas at that time. My husband had left for work about 15 minutes earlier. I had made a cup of coffee for myself and was powering up the computer when he walked back in and told me to turn on the TV; a plane had hit a building in NY. We saw the second one hit and my husband said “this isn’t accidental”. We watched the events unfold in horror as friends began calling. Our thoughts immediately went to our daughters who were in school in the US, in PA. We didn’t hear from them until hours later when my brother, through contacts, managed to get word to us. My husband called out for the day and we just sat in front of the TV not believing what we were seeing. Tears, horror, fear, anger all warred with each other, and then came pride in all the people who were helping, followed by intense sorrow. That day, those feelings are seared into my memory forever. It’s hard to accept where we are 20 years later. But despite everything, I don’t think it’s over for this county. If you have any doubts, just remember those brave men and women of September 11 and follow their lead!

Like everyone just getting on with my day, it was a beautiful morning and I was heading in to open my business. I was running late as I now had my Dad living with me at this time and he enjoyed coming in to the factory. We stopped at a convenience store for coffee, while waiting the kid behind the counter had a TV running and watched reruns of the first plane hitting the first tower. I rushed into my office and turned the TV on where most of the company watched transfixed. When the second plane hit. It was truly stunning and like most Americans I was angry and wanted something done.

In retrospect, what NAFTA didn’t finish off 9-11 did. In 1990 we had around 300 full time and subcontractors combined. By 9-11-2001 we had around 15 employees and around 15 subcontractors within 3-4 months most were gone and then another 3-4 months the business was gone. Unbeknownst to me this also started our tumble as a nation. This allowed the swamp to get the Patriot Act foisted on the American people stripping us of our 4th Amendment, amongst other insipid laws. We are still living with this abomination to this day. The ambiguous never ending War on Terror and that that entails…we went to war on a tactic.

I personally know several young men who proudly joined the services, and some were maimed and psychologically wounded from combat and for what? So that a small handful of swamp rats could enrich themselves capped off with the latest stealing of an election 2020 to protect their political fiefdoms.

Sorry for the cynicism but experience shows me, there are no coincidences in politics. On that terrible day, I proudly put Old Glory outside the front door of our office, the same at home. As “W” sent us into endless war. I voted for “W” twice, donated money, this I now regret.

Just like everyone, 9-11 rocked my world. However, all of the evils that we are experiencing today emanate from that terrible day, coincidence?

Great idea having this thread today ?

I came home from working the overnight shift, turned on the radio as usual, and heard this.

https://voca.ro/13GsJmtxHlC1

Though i remember the dead and those who died trying to save others, I will not dwell in the dark memories of that day for I see no positive from that effort. Instead, i will cogitate on why the obama puppet is trying to make us all take the jab. Is there something worse coming? Should we be trusting these people that seem so vile and incompetent? hmmmmm……..

My most vivid memory, besides the usual “where were you when…” is this and it is pretty personal. My father, who has been a great father in many respects, has always been very, very left-wing. I grew up just outside of Boston in a family of mixed Ted Kennedy-type democrats. When I got home from work that day I called him to see what he thought and I’ll never forget his answer, “This what we get for Bush defending the Jews…” It was at that point that I fully realized my father and I had an irreconcilable fissure. That fissure has grown and led to a split in our relationship and the relationship with his daughter-in-law and two of his grandchildren. 9/11 taught me what a true believer really was. The teachers were terrorist scum and my own father.

I live in NJ. I had undergone major surgery on 9/10. When Flight 11 hit the first tower, I honestly thought it was a movie trailer or something. I then watched in horror as Flight 175 was flown into the second tower. I was in complete shock and can remember thinking, “This can’t be happening.” I have friends and family in the NYC area and it took almost 2 days to get confirmation of their survival. We CAN’T forget.

I was getting ready for class listening to Howard Stern.

They were joking about how someone could fly a small plane in building on such a clear day.

Then the tone changed when the second plane hit. I still wasn’t didn’t realize what was going on. I turned on the tv. I didn’t have the sound on but the first thing I saw was the tape of them telling president Bush. The look on his face I thought oh shit this is serious.

My daughter was born on 9/11 and turns 26 today. She was just 6 when the attacks happened and for 11 months received a very negative reaction when anyone asked her when she was born.

We were on vacation in Ocean City, MD, in August, 2002. Our “beach friends” were staying in the apartment next to ours for the 2nd year in a row. When asked about her birthday because she said she would soon be 7 years old, my daughter hung her head and mumbled September 11. The son and wife had the usual reaction but the husband said that’s great because he was not looking forward to that day this year and was trying to figure or something that would make him happy and he was going to think about her birthday. That man changed both my daughter’s perspective and mine and I’ll always be grateful to him.

Remember the fallen and celebrate the living.

You said you wouldn’t forget — but you do over and over again

You forgot at the Kabul Airport. You forgot who you were and why you were there. You betrayed those Afghanis who put their lives on the line for you and the brave young American soldiers you put in harm’s way. You abandoned them by forming common cause with the Taliban, the people who protected Osama bin Laden.

You forgot in Northern Afghanistan as six planes still sit on the runway needing approval from the enemy to take off.

You have been humbled by a militia with pickups and Kalashnikovs, a militia without armor, without an air force, and with limited artillery, a militia without satellite capability.

You forgot why you were in Afghanistan in the first place because you are back to square one. The danger that brought you to Afghanistan has resurrected itself. Sure, the Taliban will prevent Al Qaeda and ISIS from reforming, and they have no interlocking relationships. If you believe that, you are as ignorant and senile as President Joesph Biden.  

You forgot in your colleges and universities that teach nothing about civic virtue but are mired in a cesspool of accusation characterizing your history as a story of rapacious oppression and exploitation. Their notions of critical think are simply an assault on all that is good and decent about your country. Your college and university administrators and their anti-American agendas are the enemy’s front-line arsenal in attacking your society.  

You forgot when you elected Barack Hussein Obama, not once but twice, a man whose disdain for this country was palpable, a man who thought that NASA should emphasize the Muslim’s role in space. Obama’s sensibilities in the Israeli/Palestinian conflict were clearly with the terrorists. And why not? He was a product of an education in an Islamic Madrasa.

You forgot when you elected Ilhan Omar, a woman whom we rescued from a refugee camp, fed, clothed, educated, and elected her to Congress, where she uses her pulpit to viciously demean America. Does she represent the interests of our people or the interests of those who would destroy us? You’ve forgotten the danger.

You forgot when you elected Rashida Tlaib, who, upon taking the oath of office, wrapped herself in a Palestinian, not an American. flag, who now wages a battle with Israel for the return of the body of a fellow Palestinian, whom she neglects to note was a terrorist who was killed while trying to murder Israeli soldiers. Like Omar, she talks of Jewish dual loyalty, but whom does she really represent?

You forgot when you elected Alexandria Octavio-Cortez, who would, given the opportunity, transform this society into some sort of socialist dystopia.

You forgot and regrettably there is no way to remind you. Neither the offenses of those who demean your country, the debacle in Kabul, nor the vicious anti-American agenda of those you entrust with the education of your children remind you.

For a few days in September of 2001, we remembered what it meant to be an American, we came together, we proudly flew our flag that now embarrasses too many, we basked in the righteousness of patriotism without apologies, but no more.

You forgot. I pray fervently, you do not have to be reminded as you once were.

https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2021/09/you_said_you_wouldnt_forget__but_you_do_over_and_over_again.html

We were all at work on a grocery store warehouse unloading dock.

TV’s in the break room. Once it happened, everything just stopped. We all got angry and calling our friends and family.

Hard to believe I supported Bush/Cheney fervently. Just how complicit were they, we’ll never know I guess.

Ceremonies will start in NYC in about 10 minutes.

I’m hoping to see innumerable LEOs, military and public safety figures turning their backs on Biden. All day long.

Decorum be damned. I want to see it.

My boss and I had been in Oklahoma City the day before, finalizing some important business paperwork . We both flew back home late, he to Florida, and I to Texas. My phone rang that morning, it was my boss, I thought he was going to ask about some paperwork that was still outstanding. But no, he asked, are you watching the news, I said no. When I did, I sat there transfixed, remembering that I had been to the Alfred Murrah federal building memorial two days before and now this. That important paperwork, wasn’t so important, the rest of the day.

Why this wailing and winging about 9/11? Do we do the same for Pearl Harbor Day? Why not?

The difference is the Oklahoma bombing (anyone remember that?). On that day we became a VICTIM culture.

I grew up and still live in the northeast — where nearly every town has memorials to those who fell in wars. I take the time to visit these sites to see what the townspeople of the time expressed.

And, here’s the thing. They were honoring HEROS (not victoms) — people who went in harm’s way to fight for us all.

The people who died in Oklahoma City AND NY on 9/11 weren’t heroes — THEY WERE VICTIMS! (excepting NY’s finest who were caught in the towers when they fell).

Yes, we should honor the brave. But only family and friends should mourn those who’ve passed (for any reason) — and their monuments should mark their graves.

I was at home preparing a presentation for a client who had postponed a meeting at their offices in…the WTC that very day …

I was in shock that I would have been arriving at or in the building at that time on that day.

I have felt very blessed for being spared that, and have said many prayers for those who were there

I remember it well. Was home with the entire house full of teenagers. A friend called and told us to turn on the TV. We just stared in horror. I’ll never forget. Haven’t felt “safe” in this country since. I think 9/11 was my “red pill”. Then, the Patriot Act… I was so incredibly sad for months and months.

We came together as one. One nation, one flag, one Anthem.

I was in upstate NY. Beautiful, clear fall day. Getting ready to leave for class, Fox and Friends on. Saw the F&F hosts pale and then the report of first tower hit. As soon as they said what type plane, the world shifted, knew it was not an accident. Went to get daughter from school. Lived near NEADS, roads locked down.
Friday headed for Long Island to assist MIL recovering from surgery. Never saw NYC like they were that week–flags everywhere, people letting you into traffic, people shell shocked and angry–surreal. In her neighborhood many–mostly firefighters–were in the towers, others had family members at the site–digging, searching. Prayer circles each morning and evening, in the middle of the street, with neighbors.

I was in the office where I worked in MA. I got a call from my best friend who lived on Long Island. He told me what had happened. I immediately went down to the building cafeteria to watch it on TV. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. And then the 2nd plane hit. At that point I knew this was a planned attack. But then, I saw the first tower fall. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. I thought to myself, buildings don’t collapse like that. They just don’t. I’ve never seen that before in my life.

Unless of course it was a planned attack, and steel beams were cut, explosives planted to compromise the structure, as well as thermite that would melt through steel beams. God Bless all those who lost their lives that day as well as the thousands of others that have died since then from the toxic fumes they endured trying to help others and clean up the disaster site.

My the Almighty Father take care off all the victims as well as punish the perpetrators with extreme prejudice.

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I was in Japan, I had just finished my first week as a highschool exchange student with rotary club (i was to learn Japanese by immersion, I didn’t understand much at all after one week, certainly not news) . It was evening and my host mother turned on the tv and tried to tell me it was important.
I hadn’t learned how to turn off the Japanese dubbing on the news channel we were watching (or turn on the english dubbing?). At first I though some big buildings were being demo-ed. I was curious what causing all the nervious panic, obviously things weren’t going accoding to plan. I think it was then next morning before school that I saw the clip with the planes.
I was very disoriented for days as student at school would come up to me and say something like “Twin Towers. Boom!” with wide eyes. I know they wanted to empathize but I didnt know how to respond.
I had no one to talk to about it. Sometimes I’d just cry when a Japanese adult or teacher brought it up or offered condolences.
I honestly did not understand what was going on, why or what it meant for the future. And I was irritated at everyone around me who understood the situation better and didn’t realize how in the dark I was.

I remember Benghazi and the people who died there on 11 Sep 2012, while ILLary slept and The Kenyan partied. They gave stand down orders and did nothing to help them. Reminds me of a current times in Afghanistan.

I remember they blamed it on a video and unconstitutionally took away a man’s rights, all because they couldn’t care less if anyone died. What difference, at this point, does it make?

What’s the over/under on what time Biden will keel over from standing in place too long?

I was living in Boston 20 years ago and was driving to work and listening to the traffic report. I was going over the Tobin Bridge when the first plane hit the WTC.. My first thought was a small plane. Thought about John Kennedy Jr. John Denver, Harrison Ford, etc. By the time I got off the Charlestown exit, the second plane hit. At that point I knew we were being attacked.
I couldn’t get to work quick enough. All I wanted to do is get into the conference room and turn on on the TV. When I got to work, the conference room was full. Everybody was glued to the TV. Some were crying, some were praying out loud, some were stunned. At that point, my page went off, it was my boss asking me to meet with security and do a complete sweep of the building.
My life changed and so did my trust.