The anniversary of the attacks on 9-11 presents a day to reflect, remember and pay tribute to those we lost. I am sure most of us remember exactly where we were at the moment when we found out our nation was under attack. Our nation was forever changed by those moments on September 11th, 2001.
Perhaps we can share our memories together as we think about the anniversary of this date.
Where were you on that day? And what memories are most vivid for you?
~ The Better Option ~
He stared toward a cloudless sky; a tear was present in his eye.
What did he see I wondered aloud – this man of strength did not look proud.
Transfixed we watched through a camera’s lens, strangers before, now oddly friends.
What are his eyes held witness to? What’s stirring such tears of painful hue?
Electronically we were connected, our lives attached, a stopped nation affected.
What horror was there, upon his gaze? – What caused such pain amid the haze?
Some sounds not known were heard aloud – and people screamed amid the crowd.
We struggled to sense what view they saw; the fireman’s face was present more.
His sorrowed eyes bleeding despair – my God, what was he seeing there?
I could not move, we stood transfixed, my view of hell would soon be nixed.
He bore my witness through those flames, this hell on earth from terror planes.
Our Eagle screamed….. the metal cracked; two once proud towers stood attacked.
The human toll still yet unknown, our feeling safe was overthrown.
Finally, as I stared, I recognized….. what was causing those tears in that fireman’s eyes.
Oh – My – God, humanity was being lost – and helplessly we saw the cost.
The sound of people,… people, jumping down, from towers strong in our New York town.
Locked in horror, frozen, all there stood – bewildered eyes saw nothing good.
We viewed a scene of great despair…amid evil, smoke, and hate filled air.
Connected witness we became, to terror’s rage and human pain.
Trapped atop a blinding heat, were once moms and dads upon the street.
A “better option“?… caused by hate – to leap the flames and own your fate.
More horrid thoughts we’d never known, not from before the glass had blown.
Theirs was not an option for the stair, their only choice hands locked in prayer.
I cannot grasp the thoughts that crossed – the minds of those loved, soon to be lost.
As victims now…. their life soon ceased, a hurling body – soul released.
and for those who bore witness, my God the pain; those memories seared will long remain.
Connected all we stood aghast, all witness to the terror blast.
Their bodies torn; their spirit lost; memories now……. a priceless cost.
But what we have now to decide; reflecting on this place they died.
The Blood-soaked ground, the empty skies, our throat in knots, our tear-filled eyes.
A memory now so deeply burned, their sacrifice for us was learned.
The hurt, the pain, the bitter sorrow, must guide us now toward tomorrow.
For those we loved, and families lost, no gold of man can count the cost.
Through the eagles’ tears our nations price, we must honor those of sacrifice.
How do we honor such courage bold and warm our souls despite the cold.
A daunting charge ‘mid our mortal stage – to reflect that courage amid our rage.
Two decades past and now we find – our hearts, our souls, our tears, our mind.
Still harken back and feel those tears; the wound -the scar- through many years.
Memories honored must remain, our task in life to cherish that pain…
For souls we lost, and sorrow bound – we must always respect such hallowed ground.
~Sundance
I was working nights at a refinery shutdown in the Chicago area. Got home at 7:00 AM, talked to my wife a bit, saw the kids, went to bed. My wife woke me up after the first plane hit the tower. I sat in front of the TV the rest of the day. Watched the second plane hit. Watched the towers fall. Met the kids when they came home from school early. Tried my best to help them understand what happened, even though I didn’t really comprehend what was going on.
Went to work at 6:00 that night. They sent us all home after an hour. No one’s mind was at work. We all went to some of the local establishments to have a drink and watch the news.
I saw some of the toughest men I knew with tears in their eyes as we watched the coverage on the news. Pipe fitters, iron workers, carpenters, and all. The anger and sadness was palpable. The next morning I sat with my youngest daughter on the porch. She was 7. She asked, how come there are no planes in the sky. (We live in the flight patterns of Midway airport). I did not know how to explain it. I just hugged her and cried.
God Bless America.
God Bless all those who died that day.
God Bless us all.
The mention of 9/11 and I am transported back to that morning. I just dropped my daughter off at school, I am seated at my computer and I feel the warm sun coming thru the window on me, the skies are a brilliant blue. A more perfect day couldn’t be asked for. With coffee in hand, and Fox News on…I blissfully buzz around on the internet when I hear breaking news. I turn to watch Eddy (always liked her spunk) and listen intently. First plane had hit the tower. I am stunned, but the thought of terrorism never enters at that moment. My mind is racing with thoughts, questions and emotions …wondering “what the hell happened? How could the pilot not see that huge building?” I feel emense sadness for the people in plane and building.
The 2nd breaking news alert is coming. A 2nd plane hit the towers. Now, I am waking to the reality the first and second plane hit the towers intentionally. My heart breaking into a million pieces, fear, rage and anger flowing thru my veins.
To this day, my sadness and anger has not diminished. I will never forget and I will share my memories with my grandloves every year, or anytime 9/11 is brought up.
My husband and I added an extra day to our anniversary trip back in October 2018 so we could visit the Shanksville Flight 93 Memorial. The site is amazing and The Tower of Voices is riveting. We left sad but also angry and mortified. Muslims have traveled to the Museum there and have “honored” the hijackers by rubbing the plaque that shows where each passenger sat, including the hijackers. They come there to pray for their heroes and rub the names to the point where the material is worn down! We watched in horror as it happened! We were encouraged to move along, to keep the line moving but THEY were allowed to linger…. THEY come to remember, to pray and to praise the success of the murders! Never forget!
The bastards who designed the shankville memorial wanted to plant a crescent of maple trees that would turn red in the fall. The survivors of those heroic plane passengers were enraged that they wanted to make it a Muslim red crescent symbol and somehow managed to keep that from happening. All Muslims should be ejected from the United States and sent back to the Middle East or Indonesia or Africa or Europe wherever they came from. We do not need them here with their satanic death cult.
There is no evidence of a crashed plane at that Shanksville site. If those passengers were killed, it happened somewhere else.
One flaw in your theory, does anyone remember the “small white jet” seen in Shanksville prompting the idea that flight 93 had been shot down? That plane belongs to N.A.S.A., it was scrambled out of the Wallups Island Facility to track 93. The pilot that day is a personal friend of mine. There exist photo’s of the sight taken from his plane that quite frankly, make your comment malicious at least, absurd at best.
So, Bob……. were the voice recordings of desperate phone calls home fake,… or Mr. Beamer’s rallying cry fake, the cowardly and demonic wailing of allah akbar by the evildoers as they were being overwhelmed in the cockpit…..and if did not crash in Shanksville, where did it crash? Surely someone would have noticed a fireball within 40 miles of populated land) I cannot believe the Truthers have not all died out from forgetting to breathe. [cue the whole “the plane that crashed into the South Tower was a giant hologram” and the passengers were killed in Area 51 .B.” and that “a missile hit the pentagon”… [despite dozens of eyewitnesses seeing the jet fly over their cars, the corpses still seatbelted in the rubble charred to the seat, the bits of plane with the logos all over the grass”.]
In addition (this is a summary from Wikipedia):
Far-flung debris that made up a third of the aircraft, including the cockpit, continued into the woods, demolishing trees on 163 acres (66 ha) owned by the Lambert family, and damaging the nearby residence of Barry Hoover. The rest of the aircraft buried itself in dirt that had been transported to the abandoned strip mine for reclamation efforts in the 1990s. The fuselage and wings shattered as they burrowed into the earth. One of the engines ultimately ended up in a catchment pond just 2,000 feet (670 yd; 610 m) away from the main impact site.
The only known witness to the actual crash, and the last one to see United 93 airborne, was Stoney Creek resident Nevin Lambert, who reported that he saw the plane upside down as it crashed to the ground in a 45 degree-angled nosedive. Kelly Leverknight, a local resident, was watching news of the attacks when she heard the plane. “I heard the plane going over and I went out the front door and I saw the plane going down. It was headed toward the school, which panicked me, because all three of my kids were there. Then you heard the explosion and felt the blast and saw the fire and smoke.” Another witness, Eric Peterson, looked up when he heard the plane, “It was low enough, I thought you could probably count the rivets. You could see more of the roof of the plane than you could the belly. It was on its side. There was a great explosion and you could see the flames. It was a massive, massive explosion. Flames and then smoke and then a massive, massive mushroom cloud.”
A plane hitting the ground at high speed is practically vaporized. A friend’s son was killed in a similar crash in Indiana. Everything was in teeny pieces. The only recognizable part of him that they found was one of his fingers with his wedding ring.
Sorry, but we don’t want them here. Eject them directly to Hell where they belong.
so many theories of what happened on 9/11. explosion on flight 93 scattered the debris? flight 93 landed in Ohio and 200 passengers got off? that third building coming down in Manhattan? people who got out of the WTC telling of the lobby destroyed when they reached it from upper levels? plane into the pentagon left too small hole? and all this done by the US government to scare up into the patriot act? after the Kennedy craziness I find myself believing the reverse of the official story. I wish Sundance would give us his take on 9/11. Do most people believe the official version?
I lived in New York and saw the whole thing go down with my own eyes don’t believe the so-called truthers. I don’t know why they’re so eager to get Muslims off the hook when Islam is a satanic death cult. By their fruits shall you know them as our Lord said.
We saw it happen.
Yes controlled by two aircraft. Idiots.
Just ignore the image of the plane captured on video by the parking garage camera and …viola you have a point!
Please send a link. Using brave and I can’t find it.
As I mentioned in my post on page 2, I lived 2.5 miles from the pentagon. On the 6th floor of my condo that looks out over Arlington and DC. But I don’t have view of the pentagon because it is kind of sunken down behind a lot of taller buildings. But the weird thing was, I didn’t hear when the plane hit the pentagon. But that doesn’t say much, because even if it was a missile, I should have heard that. The only thing I can think was the surrounding taller buildings and the fact it is kind of sunken down make me think it was just the barriers between locations that stopped the sound. Because when the news said the pentagon was hit and I went on my balcony, I could see the smoke.
And to your point about it being a missile, many people weren’t privy to local DC news as I was. The one thing I’ll never forget was watching the local news that week. They interviewed a taxi driver that not only witnessed the plane hitting, but it damaged his cab. As the plane was coming in low over rt. 110/I-395, it actually clipped a tall street light poll which line 110/395 up and down. When it hit that pole it sent it flying, and the pole actually blasted through the cab drivers back windows like a spear. They interviewed the guy and he showed them the cab and where it happened, light poll and all, and it all lined up. It had happened.
That never made national news. But we got it locally in DC.
I was home in Franklin Lakes, NJ. My four children were off to school and my husband had just left for work in Manhattan , on 32nd, between Park and Madison. I turned on the news, CNN?, to catch up on events when I saw the first plane hit the tower. I called my husband, hoping that he had not made it to the Lincoln Tunnel and into Manhattan. He was still a way out and was able to turn around and come home. We watched TV from our back porch and smoked cigarettes one after the other(yuck). We heard the first tower collapse at our home, 30 miles from Manhattan, then the second. It was so loud and long. After that we discussed going to Triage Stations because they were evacuating people to NJ by boat. As a medical professional we discussed me going down to help out while he waited for our children to come home early from school. Surprisingly, there were no calls for help with evacuees??? I decided to drive to the local hardware store and bought the biggest American flag and a pole and we erected it in our front yard that day. Less than one year later we moved to a red state in the mountain west area and are now homesteading and working on our land. We saw the writing on the wall!!!
Same thing happened in New york. The only casualties really ended up at Beekman downtown Hospital about four blocks from the Trade Center. St Vincent’s was ready to go up on 13th Street but they never got any casualties because everybody was killed. My friend Dave walked out of his building that morning because he is was in an apartment complex about four blocks north of the North Tower and they almost stepped on a shoe that had the remains of a lady’s foot in it. Body parts were all over the streets and on the tops of the buildings. It took weeks to get that cleaned up.
RINO & Never Trumper was in charge of the EPA even though she had not a shred of environmental education/experience. She said it was ok for our fellow American first responders/rescue workers to not wear masks/respirators which they stupidly force on us now for no genuine reason other than to force Soviet style submission, during the 9/11 rescue which caused thousands of those brave Americans to get sick and die trying to assist. Those poor dead brave Americans is on her and thoise who appointed her. And showing her true self instead of trying to make up for her mistake which caused thousands to die, the Liberal lie papers like the Star-Ledger and other “liberal” lying propaganda sites trot her so she can insult and toss canards at PDJT where if she had a shred of decency and morality, she would hang her head in shame and work to try and help those courageous saviors and their families whose deaths and misery and their families suffering is on her head
Former EPA head admits she was wrong to tell New Yorkers post-9/11 air was safeThis article is more than 6 years old
Christine Todd Whitman, who reassured the public over Ground Zero air, says: ‘I’m sorry. We did the very best we could … with the knowledge we had’
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/sep/10/epa-head-wrong-911-air-safe-new-york-christine-todd-whitman
These demons never cease to amaze me with their lack of morality. She killed thousands of first responders and untold suffering and anguish for their families. Yet they trot her out because she hates PDJT & MAGA. Thousands dead because of her and not a shred of remorse.
Christine Todd Whitman: Tens of Thousands of People are Dead Because Trump ‘Did Not Take This Virus Seriously’
https://www.mediaite.com/tv/christine-todd-whitman-tens-of-thousands-of-people-are-dead-because-trump-did-not-take-this-virus-seriously/
Tens of thousands of people are alive because President Trump did not mandate the mRNA shot.
And tens of thousands of Americans are dead because Christine Todd Whitman, who was made the EPA chief with zero environmental education or experience said that WTC rescue workers did not have to wear any facial protection causing tens of thousands to get sick and die and untold suffering for their families yet she has the audacity to accuse PDJT of something that she herself did. Isn’t that the ultimate hypocrisy? And the media that hates PDJT, MAGA, and Heritage America gives her plenty of space on their lying platforms to spew venom at us instead of her slinking off in a corner with a huge load of guilt for all the deaths she has caused, or to work to help the deceased and their families. I sometimes still cannot believe the depths of evil that they will stoop to. She has no soul and is pure evil imo
I was in Vancouver, Canada and watched the second plane hit the tower. I took my then 12 year old son and walked up to the bank. Whatever else was happening, having cash seemed a good idea. We turned around to walk home and we could see the Vancouver airport. The taxi way closest to us was full of parked planes and looking out we could see several more heading in.
My son is 32. Neither of us will forget that clear, blue skyed morning.
I really appreciated when candidate Trump called out Jeb Bush when he lied and said his brother kept American safe. The arrogance & lack of empathy of these Bushes,Whitmans,Clintons, Obama’s etc never ceases to amaze me. They have no souls.
Pure evil they are for real
bushCARTEL and neverTRUMP … will be forever losers.
I was working at the Boeing plant in Renton Washington where we built the 757 and 737 planes.
I was working the 757 line when somebody yelled the news.
We in the factory all stopped and watched as 2 of the planes we had built crashed into the Pentagon and then in Pennsylvania.
That had to have been gut wrenching.
And anyone who questioned the official narrative got destroyed. Congressman Curt Weldon in PA questioned the official story, and he got an FBI raid (Jack Posobiec mentioned this–he used to work for that guy). Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney questioned all of the wargames and had hearing with Donald Rumsfeld and General Myers, and they she got a scandal and was out (I think they replaced her with the guy who thinks Guam can tip over). And I think there was a NJ Senator Toracelli, who questioned the narrative and called for an open and independent investigation, and then I think he got some kind of scandal and was out of politics.
Remember the story of the Nj Poet Laurete who was a muslim democrat, involved with the fbi orchestrated race riots in the 60’s in Newark, whose son is a muslim Newark democrat mayor, and could do no wrong as far as disparaging white people, America, republicans etc until he wrote a poem about 9/11 and than he was erased.
Interesting, didn’t know about that. Do you comment over at zerohedge? I’ve started posting there again as Amanda-Hope4all. Also, fwiw, there’s a guy on the radio, Bill Spadea that has started a common sense club to try and take back NJ. If you want to know more and swap NJ info, feel free to contact me at notyranny2020 at protonmail dot com.
Heart wrenching. A memory like no other, in words most cannot speak to this day.
“our task in life to cherish that pain…”
Thank You Sundance
My kids are 10 and 7.
There was a memorial moment of silence at our
peewee football games today.
They both are on the cheer squad.
Neither really has a good idea of what 9/11 is about,
land we haven’t really gone into depth with them.
Weve just covered the VERY basics of what happened.
I just want to say that it is odd, that we have all lived through everything since then,
land thought and talked about it endlessly, to the point of exhaustion; it changed our lives
but my kids have only the slightest idea of the magnitude of what that day presented to everyone.
Im still waiting for them to get a bit older until I start REALLY explaining what happened, and why,
and how it changed the world.
We All know Who was involved in this, may they rot for eternity!!! God Bless those who died n families involved may they all find peace. One can only hope God will Bless our Nation and bring us forgiveness and grace for healing 🙏
Was in midtown looking at my screens
Then they went black.
Called my colleagues in the WTC… no one answered.
Then next plane hit…
I ran down stairs to the nearest atm…took out max cash…the ran to cafeteria and grabbed a knife…ran to C. PARK. waited 15 min. Then went South to help. Got stopped at canal. Went back to 59th Street Bridge. Walked across…saw 1 of the towers fall. Walked all the way back to Nassau County.
Was in midtown also. Training class for work. Class cancelled but was down there all day. Grand Central evacuated around 10 for a while. Didn’t get home until after 5. Very grateful had Wednesday and Thursday rest days that week.
The rescue Boatlift that day.
I lived 20 blocks north of the towers and watched the jumpers die and watched The Towers collapse and felt it rumbling beneath my feet. It registered in the seismograph uptown at Columbia University as an earthquake. A man I know was killed by the mass murdering Muslim mofos as he was leading his fireman up the stairs of the North Tower it started to implode and collapse.
Oh my, that was just extraordinary! Tears streaming. Had no idea that nearly 500,000 people were rescued in nine hours. Thank you so much for posting this.
I remember it like it was last week.My coworker and I were about to cross the George Washington Bridge. We were about 3 mi away when we heard it on the radio. He said to me we’re not going into Manhatten that this is a terrorist attack.So as volunteer firemen we headed back north to our station. On the way at one point we could see the towers burning. We knew there’d be a lot of firemen dead at the end of the day but never thought it would be 300+. Terrible day, just a terrible day.I hate the video’s that play each yr.
This book is a riveting account of how the aviation Community responded that day, minute by minute and hour by hour. The author Lynn Spencer, herself a commercial airline pilot, talked to the pilots and the air traffic controllers both military and civilian and also has transcripts from cockpit voice recorders.
I stayed up all night and read the whole thing from cover to cover because I couldn’t stop reading it.
It was a day when the worst of mankind was met with the best of mankind.
B*******. I was an eyewitness and you are a liar.
I kept a vintage tube clock radio that was once my grandparents by the coffee maker.. and often wondered what news they had heard through that radio..
I turned it on and made a cup of coffee like I always had done.. listening to the morning news.. that’s when I heard about it..
my wife came downstairs and I told her not to go to work.. at the time we worked in the downtown Houston towers..
shortly afterward Houston issued an evacuation order for everybody in the towers..
I was in my local deli over at 22nd Street and Seventh Avenue at 8:40 AM, heard about the first impact on the radio while waiting for a breakfast sandwich.
Everyone thought it was a small plane.
I walked back to my office up on 7th Avenue and 25th, took the elevator to the 23rd floor, and I walked by the conference room that had full windows overlooking the World Trade Center.
There are no larger buildings between the two. The terrain does not allow large buildings without a lot of expensive engineering. Clear 50 Yard Line view. Beautiful day, a bit of fall in the air.
I stepped in to the conference room.
That was an extraordinary thing to do as a conference was going on, yet one of the towers was HIT and ON FIRE! Everyone in the conference room was aghast. No one seemed to care who I was, and a very good friend and colleague was hosting the conference. So, I just walked in.
Then I saw the second plane, or whatever it was, inject itself into the second tower within seconds. I said, “Those Bastards.” I then walked out of the room. I didn’t care who was even in that room for a meeting.
And then I went to my desk to try to find my parents who were on vacation in Belgium. I was able to call them and let them know I was still OK.
I still have many people’s contact info who were employees at Windows On The World in my address book, who are no longer with us. I work in the hotel/restaurant industry and knew quite a few people there.
Our office let us all go around 1 PM. We all had to walk home. That was about 3 miles. We did this stopping at favorite bars along the way…if they were open. We needed to talk to anyone else who had information. And we were all scared we would be hit again.
The succeeding weeks somehow allowed the wind to go from north to south, so Manhattan did not become consumed with the toxins.
That day, we had no subway, no cabs. We walked to the upper East Side with luggage as we were supposed to go out of town that day. Met friends who were trying to find their children at school, and everyone else trying to figure what was happening.
I yelled at an Asian woman on the Upper East Side, telling her to just get out of our country, I was so mad. I was in no mood for any foreigners that day.
Told her she should make her own country better rather than coming here. She yelled back at me saying that I was not a real indigenous American.
I responded that yes I was one. My family came over in 1743 and fought for this country in order to create it. She was shocked that anyone would have that history, sulked and walked away.
Went up to our favorite restaurant on 82nd and 1st to see if it was open.
Tried the door, opened enough. Walked inside, and no one was THERE!!! Somehow they all left with the door OPEN!!!! We left and locked the door on the way out!!!!
What a day!
We never slept that night, thinking we would be hit again.
The next day, around 7 AM, we took our rental car from an Upper East Side Manhattan parking spot to Cape Cod. The city opened the bridges, not a car on the road except for emergency vehicles on the inbound lanes, and NO planes flying overhead.
We made the trip in 2/3rd the time we would normally.
And calmed down in Cape Cod for a week.
We never really got over this.
I hope we get to the bottom of this farce.
I remember so vividly and the tears are flowing remembering. Thank you Sundance. It seems too many have forgotten.
I was at work at my business. I thought about the tragic loss of life. Then I wondered what the US would do…
I was living in Beverly Hills where I saw the world through rose-colored glasses. Early in the morning my s/o and I headed out caravan style to go to a 6:30 spinning class. I was in front and heard the news that ‘another’ plane had hit the world trade center. It was no accident. I had just tuned in, so I didn’t know about the first plane hitting the North Tower. We, stupidly, continued to the spin class. Everyone at Crunch was glued to the set. We drove back home in a daze. I spent the day crying as I saw people jumping from the buildings.
This was the beginning of the rose-colored glasses being lifted. I had been a lifelong democrat. Having voted for Clinton and having supported him even through the Lewinski debacle. It would take years, as I still hated and despised George W (and I still despise him), but slowly, seeing our lax laws being used against us by those who want to see us dead was the catalyst for a change in political and social viewpoints. By 2008, though I voted for Hillary Clinton in the primary, I held my nose and for the first time pulled the lever for a ‘republican’, John McCain.
I never again saw the world as I had seen it. I saw the ugly reality and the fact that neither party wanted to secure the border. I held my nose again and voted for Mitt Romney and then I was thrilled to vote for Donald Trump, twice.
We are in the same precarious place we were in prior to 9/11. The US has been infiltrated by those who wish to kill Americans.
Opinions are important. Discourse and dissent are the bedrock of our Civil Liberties. That said, when this discourse becomes toxic and insults the deaths and memories of thousands of people, it crosses a line with me.
The so-called truthers here serve one purpose. To show the rest of the world how willfully stupid an otherwise intelligent person can be. Were it my site, they would be banned from future comment as well as those that upvote their moronic musings. But I see the value of letting them speak without repercussion. It serves notice to others here that they walk amongst fools.
So much can happen in 21 years. Kids go from elementary school to post college and married. I was a busy can-do young grandmother twenty one years ago, now I am an old grandmother, waiting for further instructions. Eyes dimming from glaucoma.
Regardless all the things I cannot do anymore, I still write. I write to find out what I think, to find deeper meaning to things that make no sense. And I will write until my eyes go dark. I say this as a preface for my experience with 9/11. I wrote about it in 2001 and I revisited it again in 2013.
“For some reason there is a tension in the air that is soul-stifling. Strangers talk about current events as though there is no way to avoid another 911 or worse. This year, it seems that the anniversary of the World Trade Center attacks has heightened meaning not only for those who remember but also those who have only heard about it in history class. But I have to admit that I feel about it now in the exact same way I felt then. I wrote about it and published it in my I Was Just Thinking column. Until now I have not desired to relive it but I think I ought to given the ever mounting despair.
For what it’s worth.”
http://bagsallpacked.blogspot.com/2013/09/paper.html
All I remember is Ollie North telling Congress that Osama Bin Laden is the world’s #1 assassin and a team should be put together to take him out.
On 9/11 I was working and living in Mexico in the city of Queretaro. I recall getting to the office late that morning and all of my Mexican employees being there and my assistant Erika saying: “You’re Country Has Been Attacked” and I knew from her facial expression she was not joking or exaggerating. A while later I recall calling my Sister who lived in Bellville, NJ and as we were talking she said wait, then said fighting tears “one of the towers just collapsed”.
Those towers and what they represented were part of my every day walk down 2nd avenue in Newark on the way to my high school – Essex Catholic. Unobstructed view of the towers from 2nd avenue and Clifton avenue. During those walks and my amazement that those were built I thought alot of Phillipe Petit – the Frenchman who tightroped across the towers as memorialized in the documentary “Man on Wire”.
I wanted to be in the US badly but could not return. I also remember my Mom telling me how people who were obviously Muslim were laughing about the events of that day at a shopping mall she was at.
Finally I recall going to visit NJ in November for Thanksgiving and my Dad and I driving to lower Manhattan. The iconic skeletal facade of one of the towers was still standing. The police let people get relatively close. We were there at night and there was steam or fog in the air. Made the whole scene seem even more tragic.
When the second tower came down I felt numb. All I could think about was the vision I’d seen earlier of all those firetrucks, ambulances and police heading towards the towers. I turned it off. All those innocent people. A horrible day. May they rest in peace, and never be forgotten. Maybe one day the truth, all of it, will give those who are living some peace also.
We lived in Colorado at the time, on the ridge that separates the Denver Basin from the Colorado Springs basin. From my house you could see the approach and departurre of aircraft from both airports. For several days after 9/11 the only aircraft in the sky were fighters, and you could tell from the sound even in the dark.
As a result of 9/11 we invaded Afghanistan and later Iraq, but failed to eliminate the Will to Resist in either country.
I was awoken in my barracks room as was the other 100+ Marines at Kaneohe Bay, it was about 3am. We watched on a 21 inch TV in the Company Rec room as the towers fell and the Pentagon got hit. We were packed and ready to mobilize within 2 hours. Our Company Commander lived off base and it took him over 6 hours to get to us, we were ready to move. We didn’t know what to do or where to go, but we wanted revenge. I can only imagine the other Companies/Battalions were ready as we were, there were over 3000 infantry Marines on K-Bay and we wanted to get someone somewhere for the atrocity we had witnessed.
Was seeing ICU patients at our residency hospital in southern Minnesota with my stroke consultant glancing up at the TVs like usual as they were on in each room, even for patients who were intubated and in coma from bad strokes or bleeds just to give them some background noise and diurnal cues. Around 7AM. Saw the second plane hit live on TV. Having remembered from college in 1993 the first WTC attack by American muslim scumbags that both towers could be full of up to 50,000 workers at full capacity, I was stunned and angered that these same goons will get away with it.
Within 30 minutes, security guards were beefing up all entrances of the large hospital. A colleague was in tears waiting to get through to see if his sister, who worked in the building across the street from WTC was even alive. Then the Pentagon got hit. The news in other big cities were reporting all sorts of false alarms. The problem was we did not know how many more planes could be made into weapons. Everyone on staff and the families of patients were on their phones and looking angry and panicked. But we had to keep to rounding and attending the ER until I had finished my shift and left the hospital around 9PM and drove, like most people, to the local gas station and waited in line for an hour. A big change was not seeing all the niqab’d women on the streets around the clinic visiting here with their big familes from UAE and Kuwait, and Saudi Arab after 9/12. They got the hint.
About 3 days later, my brother called to say that a school friend and teammate on our old school football and baseball teams growing up and in high school was missing. He was the local scholar-athlete of the year and team captain, went to Cal and played tight-end, and pitched for the Cubs in Class AA before becoming a finance guy and worked in the South Tower. His first child was on the way. His wife had been captain of the collegiate women’s volleyball team. Last year, the daughter was captain of the same team, and wore his old football number in his honor. Greatest guy. The NYC coroner was only able to ID my 6’4″ friend by a shard of his femur an inch long.
21 years gone by and after being a newshound reading up as much as I can about islam terrorism since I could remember (mostly starting with the embassy hostages in Tehran), I have grown disgusted that our DoD and Intel overlook the obvious “IT’S the ISLAM, STUPID” root cause. Now KSM and his buddies are getting a plea deal. My old med school in Omaha has law school grads who are gleeful in representing the terrorists because “it is sooooo neato to do these incredible law stuff experiences” so they can brag at DC cocktail parties. Saudis have not paid a price. Islam has not been forcefully called out. Mecca should have been occupied by the Marine 1st Exp. Force in the first month October 2001.
All I can do is support muslim apostates (like the Apostate Prophet) to spread the Truth. We cannot cohabitate on Earth if Islam survives another 50 years; Pakistan and Iran are worse than Russia and China.
I was at work. The trading department had their TV’s on to watch the stock market and we worked right next to them.
Humiliation: allowing a plane load of Muslims to fly back to Hell after 911. Never will accept that insult. Best option-a rocket up their American made plane. War is hell and you can *definitely* refine it. Thanks George
Biden Fights 911 Victims in Court to Protect Taliban Cash
White House Democrats have a history of fighting against terror victims suing Islamic terrorists. The Obama administration battled American terror victims suing the PLO. In 2015, after they won a $218 million judgement against the terror group, Blinken, then only a deputy secretary of state, intervened claiming that the lawsuit threatened “several decades of US foreign policy.”
But now Biden is fighting 9/11 victims on behalf of the Taliban. At stake are billions being held by the Afghan central bank fund in the United States.