I’d like to share with you all some “boots near the ground” memories that I have of that day.

I was working for TSR Wireless, a now-defunct paging company that was based in Parker Plaza. This high rise buiness building is in Fort Lee, NJ literally a stone’s throw from the George Washington Bridge. I had taken the Fort Lee exit from Rte 80 & was working my way to the building’s parking garage when everything ground to a complete stop.

I had on WABC radio’s Imus in the Morning & was learning that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Sportscaster & Imus friend Warner Wolf at that time lived in an apartment building very close to Ground Zero. He was literally providing “play-by-play” commentary of the events (planes hitting the towers) as they were happening.

I am stuck with my vehicle only several hundred yards from my office unable to move or park & taking in the news including the 2nd plane hitting the WTC. As time is progressing, I am also noting that I was in need of a rest room with none available.

The police had blocked off all roads for more than 1.5 hours. When they did open up traffic, I learned that my building was closed for the day & I had to go back home.

The trip home had an added urgency due to my needs. I had approx a 45 minute commute & was moving at a pretty good clip on the NJ Turnpike. The Turnpike offered some direct views of the WTC & I must tell you that as I got into the viewing area, 1 of the buildings had already fallen.

I cannot explain how incredulous I was looking over the water & seeing only 1 of the 2 large towers still standing. How could this have happened??

There were several motorists who had pulled off onto the shoulder of the Turnpike so they could take in what was happening, however, I had a more pressing concern (get home to bathroom ASAP).

I made it home in time (Whew!) & got to see the 2nd Tower collapse in real time on tv.

All in all, a surreal experience that I will never forget.

And with the info that continues to come out, it is looking more & more that 9/11 was an inside job with some of our very own leaders directly responsible.

May justice be swift & severe to all of those evil bastards who planned/participated in this tragedy.

My Flight Attendant husband called me from the airport & told me to turn on the tv – the towers- we spoke briefly and he said he’s call me back. 45 long minutes later after he’d stood in line for a payphone (no cellphones would work), I heard his sweet voice and I begged him not to get on a plane…no matter what the company wanted. By the grace of God, the company released him from duty and I drove 5 hours to pick him up. He is still flying…I was also a Flight Attendant that day but only flew another year before leaving because they had turned my workplace into a bomb.

i remember the sky, almost a cobalt blue and completely cloudless.
watching very closely the last plane into o’hare, having circled alone for a few minutes,
and then the silence of the ground stop.
seeing the masses of people get off the burlington-northern westbound commuter train on a weekday mid-morning, all very serious…and running.
going to the store for a few necessities, and only the employees were there.
assessing an exit plan if chicago was hit,
then accepting staying put as cantankerous family would never budge.
not immediately understanding the jumpers impact live on the news behind an anchor standing in the 1 world trade lobby, until the news crew realized what was happening, too.
the people on the roof, and the people in the windows, desperately waving for help.
Rudy.
AF1 nearly vertical take-off, and wondering what was going on with bush.
the wall of people on the GW Bridge – WALKING out of the city.
the photo walls.

Dancing Israeli Mossad spies that after Alan Dershowitz had released stated on Israeli TV that they were there to document the attack.

Having just arrived at the WTC on the PATH train from New Jersey, standing at the corner of Church and Vesey streets, after the first plane hit but before the second plane. Not understanding or believing what I was seeing. Then I saw the jumpers, then the second plane hit, then I started to cry . . ., and pray.

Whilst my mind (as was everyone’s) was in a kaleidoscopic whirlwind of uncertainty that afternoon, I heard a newspaper
hit my driveway….it was The Arizona Republic and dated Sept 12, 2001. I was most appreciative of this almost “Early
Edition” gift. At perhaps 2am I was finally ready for mind-rest. Living outside Mesa, AZ it was still 80+degrees at
midnight. As I settled into a brief serenity on my back patio, I looked to the West and saw 2 Air Force jets patrolling their assigned loop. It brought a much needed feeling of Peace-thru-Strength safety. Looking back, my Info=Now entities that effected me that day were espn.com,,cnn and nbc,,AZ Republic,,interviews of Bibi Netan-yahoo and Bill Kristol. I can honestly say each of those listed are despicable, power hungry control freaks. I’m guessing their level of deviltry is no less, perhaps even more, than that of the 19 patsies used as media showpieces. IF one of the “”dancing Israeli’s”” did
indeed say (on 9/11) “GIVE US 20 YEARS–WE’LL CONTROL YOUR MEDIA AND DESTROY YOUR COUNTRY”….well sadly that Satan’s Spell has smothered the proud and self-evident freedoms that those airplanes couldn’t cremate.

I was rowing my single scull on the Potomac River that morning. It was a picture perfect morning in September. Sunny and cool. The Potomac was smooth like a mirror. I did the typical morning route from the Potomac Boat Club. Row past Three Sisters out to Hens & Chickens. Turnaround. Then the 5k stretch down river. Rowing past Georgetown, Thompsons Boat House, Kennedy Center, under both the TR and Memorial Bridges, and then back to the dock. On my drive to work, the “news” of the morning was that Micheal Jordan was coming out of retirement to play for the woeful Washington Wizards. By the time I reached my workplace around 9:30 am, news of the first Twin Tower attack was being reported. We all gathered around the TVs in the fitness center. Then the second attack. Shortly after, my work sent everyone home for the day. Throughout the morning and afternoon, rumors ruled the day, to include fires being set across Wash DC to include the State Dept. being burned.

I thought I was having a heart attack while watching the horrific event on the little TV we had at work and that this was gonna be my last day on earth.

There were only six of us guys so early in the morning, getting the business ready for the day. All activity stopped as we were transfixed by what we saw.

I had to grab the only chair we had at the spot where the TV was, and sit down for fear of passing out and falling down from what felt like my chest possibly erupting, and of course, like the typical knucklehead guy that I am, NO WAY was I gonna reveal my weakness to my coworkers.

And adding to the emotional chaos was the horrendous challenge of dealing with my 18 year old daughter’s battle with stage 4 leukemia, and that she had just been in the hospital for the entire month of August for extremely heavy chemotherapy treatment. Considerately, the hospital allowed me to live in the room with her for the first two weeks of treatment, which I realized on 9/11 had contributed to planting some deep stress in me. Anyone who’s had a similar experience knows well about the 4 P’s…. peeing, pooping, puking and pain. And I felt privileged to be there to clean it up.

Anyway, for me, those two events in my life are inextricably linked and I always remember them as one inseparable six week occurrence.

Obviously, I didn’t exit this world that day. When I finally went to the doctor a few weeks later I was told I was having esophageal spasms and I met one of the most helpful friends that I’ve had in my life, Xanax.

Amidst the current chaos of this dumbed down era, it’s a sad realization of how short our memories are, partially due to the minimal attention spans resulting from heavy social media interaction.

HOWEVER, we Treepers, and all true patriots, and those directly affected by that day, WILL NEVER FORGET. Our continued prayers are with the survivors and family members.

The jumpers … the forgotten few. No one ever talks about them and the courage it took for them to take their final step ….

In Fott Collins CO building our cat boarding facility.

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I was at Mount Weather that day. In the time between leaving home in northern Virginia until I arrived, the first plane hit the WTC. The normally heavily guarded mountain was now a total fortress with tons of extra unmarked security. The normal ID check and wave-through was now a complete search of my vehicle with dogs in tow. I had no idea what had happened until I got inside, and then found out we were preparing for guests.

Date: 11 September 2001. Place: Knoxville TN. I was in a bank parking lot getting ready to go in when I heard the news. My first call was to my husband to tell him to turn on the TV and then try to get in touch with our daughter who was in college in TX at the time. My second call was to volunteer to go back on active duty (Air Force) if needed. I was told that at that moment no recall was in place, but I would be notified if it were to happen. It did not, but I would have gone in a heartbeat—I retired in 1994; my career field was aircraft maintenance and logistics. I will never forget that day—it remains as clear as 22 November 1963. You could taste the utter chaos and disbelief.

I was at work. After viewing the initial shock and awe of the towers coming down and not truly understanding what I was seeing, I could not watch any more coverage of it for more than 10 years, probably closer to 20. I never showed it to my children as they grew up in the post 9/11 world.

My husband and I were planning to wed on the 15th but he was stuck on the east coast for work (military). Friends drove cross country with him and our ceremony was delayed 2 hours.

We believed the terrorist narrative then and our married life of 23 years was formed around that. Multiple deployments, separations, children who grew up with many months / years not seeing dad… a military wife.

Last year my youngest and I studied the book “Where Did the Towers Go?” by Judy Wood for physics home education. No political narrative was attached, just the physics. The claim, presented inductively, is that the two tall buildings were unraveled / dustified from the top down by what appears to have been directed energy weapons and building 7 was a controlled demolition from the bottom. Lots of holes in the wtc complex. No measurable richter scale correlation to the quantity of material that ‘fell.’ Good book, btw.

After being jerked around by covid nightmares for the previous 4 years, I finally saw the evil narrative of 9/11 as I took another look all those years later. I asked God to forgive me for voting for fr**mas*n skull and bones candidates — and have not looked at gov’t and power the same again. I see more of the signs of those in power who love to do Satan’s bidding. I am older and see the game through more jaded lenses.

To all the victims — those who perished and those who suffered in so many psy op ways in the decades since — my heartfelt condolences.

Let God be true and every man a liar. (Rom 3:4)

My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus’ name… all other ground is sinking sand.

Altho I was not directly impacted, I watched it live on TV as it was happening.
23 years have passed & I still get sick in my stomach just thinking about it.
I still can’t watch any replays, movies, tributes…

west coast here. walking into work 8a.m. 11 a.m. eastern. co-workers tell me “they have the President up in the air.” We filled all the gas cans, picked up two weeks of groceries and headed to the farm.

I was woken up by a call from my brother that morning after the first plane hit.

I was living in my condo about 2.5 miles from the pentagon. My parents lived in Hawaii at that time. My father was the head of a major company in the news business is all I’ll say about them.

My brother calls me frantic and tells me turn on the news. I was in college at the time and had been out the night before watching my favorite team, the New York Giants get embarrassed. So I was a bit hungover. When I saw what was going on I asked if I should call our parents and wake them up. He said no they can find out about it in the morning when they wake. It was around 2/3am in Hawaii at that time.

They were still trying to identify if it was a commercial airliner or small plane. Then moments later the second plane hit. And at that point my brother says “Call mom and dad”. I said ok and hung up.

That call was a call I will never forget. I was 21 years old at the time. I called and my dad answered in a haze and asked if everything was ok. And I remember saying “No it’s not, I think we are under attack by terrorists.” I remember him coming to alertness real quick and saying “What and how? And before I could say anything he says pack some shit up and get the hell away from the pentagon right now. Just go somewhere out in Fairfax or Herndon and to stop by my sisters work in Falls Church on the way out and make sure she’s safe.

So after I told him everything in detail he said to do what he had told me and check in with him every hour. At that point I could hear my mom in the background panicking and crying because at first she didn’t know what was happening but then she turned on the news and began crying because now she did know what was happening.

I did as my father said. But I decided to wait around another hour or so just to observe the city from my balcony and roof since I could see all of Washington DC and most of Arlington. I watched fighter jet tare through the clear blue sky, not a cloud in site and it was already crisp air as fall had come early. I had called my brother back and we stayed on the phone. Lucky we both had landlines still because cell phones did not work at all that day.

My brother says “did you hear what they just said?” I said no what? He says they said the pentagon was just hit. I said no chance I would have heard it and seen it most likely. I had heard absolutely nothing. So I go back out on my balcony and sure enough I could see smoke billowing up in the sky. At that point I said ok man I’m on the move I’ll check in with you later.

From there I went to my sisters work and she was ok. Her office was all packing up files and watching the news. A few minutes after I arrived the first building fell. I told her to get her things and head out to her friends in Herndon or front royal. She said ok.

I hopped on the I-66 west bound and I will never forget that scene. It was gridlocked with everyone from DC and Arlington heading as far out as they could. But the crazy thing was 66 east bound was wide open with emergency vehicles of ALL kinds, fire trucks coming from as far out as Manassass to unmarked vehicles with sirens the likes which I had never seen. All of them just racing towards the chaos. It was a proud moment. Little did I know One of the last before all the wars and destruction of our common respect as fellow citizens.

Our government has been lying to us for decades even before this attack. This day feels like a declaration of war against us. The start of their overt operation to destroy our unique and wonderful way of life. I shall remember. We shall never forget what you have done from that day forth.

Too many memories and I was just an observer. I was at home, DH called and said to turn the TV on. I saw the second plane hit the building. Main memories are of the minister of the firemen – either seeing him entering a building or sitting in a wheelchair, covered in ash. Another one is seeing the people running down the street, covered in ash. Reading of people getting on buses or under cars to get away from the ash. Seeing the walls of pictures of the missing at an aid station. Seeing the buildings fall down. So many, but those are my main ones. Neighbors when I lived in Lake Suzy FL went to NYC every year for the memorial service. Their son had been having breakfast in the Windows On The World restaurant.

I was off-duty, but went over to the fire station and watched the news with the on-duty crew. We only had a few high rises in our county, it was hard to imagine the destruction of all the surround buildings. My wife and I went to NYC after she graduated PA school in 2010. I got to see the destruction and talked a bit with some guys working on E10 L10 as we walked by the fire station. It was crazy to see the buildings scarred from the debris as the twin towers collapsed.

I knew a lot of the guys on our county’s USAR team who got sent out to ground zero.

One of my good buddies knew a lot of guys who died that day. He and a few of the guys from our dept went often (before and after) to do ride outs with various FDNY Rescues, Engines and Trucks.

I was at work but since I worked in a government building they told us we could leave if we wanted but our state would surely not be in any danger. I got the bus, rushed home to wake my sleeping teen daughter and together we glued ourselves to the horrific scenes, tears streaming down our faces. The jumping, the fact many people called home to say goodbye and the falling buildings and then the plane with the many heroes who gave their lives to save others. God gave our nation many things to be thankful for but the devil had his day.

My daughter was army Intel, had a 30 second phone call from her saying she was ok, they were on Delta alert,another month before I heard from her again, to this day I don’t know where she was

Where was I? I had just come in the house from dropping my kids off at school. I went to get my walking sneakers to head out on my daily three-mile walk. My phone rang and a friend told me to turn on the TV. I did and saw a tower on fire, I did not see the first plane so thought it was just a fire. My friend and I watched not sure of what we were watching. I watched the second plane coming in and strike the second tower, and my heart fell to floor. My friend and I both cried said talk to you later and hung up the phone. I never went for my walk that morning. I sat on the edge of my bed in disbelief. Then my phone rang, and was told schools were closing and I had to go get my girls. I remember that day and the many days that followed. I will never not remember.

I remember driving on the interstate that morning and noticing that the sky was empty in an area that is a heavy FedEx flight path. Then I heard it on the radio and then the internet when I reached my destination.

This is when I started researching the death cult iSlam and found many useful websites that covered the subject.
I remember the Bush lies about islam being a “religion of peace”. Truth is, there is no peace in islam. It is the more devout moslems who are the biggest threat.
Part of my research involved reading the koran **(spit)** and the hadiths, which led me to the islamic fact that muhammad married a six-year-old girl and had his way with her when she turned NINE-YEARS-OLD, making that the islamic age of consent in many moslem shiithole countries
.
I could go on but I’m already sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

Like they say, I learned all I need to know about islam on 9/11.

I remember stepping outback of work, to smoke a cigarette, prior to starting 9 am hearings. I thought what a beautiful morning. I was looking up at the sky, and saw a plane passing the illumination of the moon. I said to myself what an awesome picture that would capture. I finished my smoke and proceeded back in. The radio station was blasting, everyone talking. I said I don’t know, how can it be an accident? Next thing the second plane hit. I said no accident. I left, traveled home. To this day I don’t remember ever stopping for a red light and not one single person on the road. My daughter was home with her dad and they had no idea, because nickoleon doesnt interrupt. I cried for our childrens future, for all these beautiful souls and brave heroes of that day and everyday forward

I’m standing in the kitchen, getting something to eat for my 6 year old son. The phone rings, it’s my husband. He says turn on the TV. Why, I ask, just turn it on he says. I do. The first plane had just hit, I watch the second plan hit the other building. I watch the building collapse into its footprint and I say out loud, “Oh my gosh, someone just blew the building up!”. I still think that today.

We remember…. that it was an inside job.

I’d just gone on duty, working on a switch engine at a railroad terminal in Baltimore, Md. We ran down through the yard with our light engine (i.e., without any cars) to where our day’s work awaited. The ground man, James A’s cell phone rang. His girlfriend had called to tell him an airliner had just flown into the World Trade Center in NY.
James and I talked about that a bit; I recalled a bomber had hit the Empire State Building during WWII in heavy fog, but couldn’t see how this would happen.
A few minutes later, James’ gf called again. As she was watching the live news, another liner crashed into the other tower. That’s when I understood what was going on. As another poster on this thread wrote, everything about this nation continues to change since that day, and not for the better.

I was lying in bed in SLC, UT when my radio alarm came on to my talk radio station. It was around 6:50am and the newscaster was talking about a “possible” small commuter plane crashing into the WTC. Even though I was just waking up, my spidey senses locked in as there was no way a commuter plane is going to miss seeing the WTC towers.

I jumped up out of bed, not waking my wife, and went in and turned on the TV. I was watching, like all of us, the news discussing how a plane could hit the WTC and the hole didn’t match a small commuter plane…I decided to wake my wife and she came out with me to watch. As we were talking about this event we watched the next plane slam into the second tower. I turned to her and said, We are under attack.

I didn’t know by whom but knew this was no longer an accident. I began to plug VHS tape after VHS tape into my VCR and record everything. I stayed home from work that day and actually the next several days – I was self employed at that time.

I later signed up for the US Navy and went into Navy Special Warfare. That day changed my and my family’s life up to this current day. I went on multiple deployments to Iraq, AFG, and Nigeria (Boko Haram) and two of my boys grew up and joined – one Army and one Coast Guard.

As happenstance would have it, I was in a suit and tie– the last such time in my career as it turned out– and planned to leave for the airport at 0930EDT for a quick trip to Chicago. I stopped in the kitchen to have a brief word with my wife and she told me about the first plane and I said, “That can’t be a small private plane. There are very strict rules about flying over Manhattan.” At almost that exact moment we saw the second plane crash into the south tower on the little TV in the kitchen. I went back in my home office and I was being bombarded with instant messages from the office. Folks there had gotten a TV in a customer education room working but without sound. I ended up providing TTY commentary to the group at the office for several hours.

Two of my teammates were in Boston and luckily still had their rental car. They drove back to St Louis and bunked overnight with our boss on the north side of Indianapolis one night on the way home.

I live quite near a major air traffic control intersection. This time of year, it’s not unusual to see a dozen or more contrails in the sky overhead. It was weird to see none for the next week or however long the traffic pause turned out to be…

I was parked in line to get my Van inspected for a State emissions test in Leesberg, Va. As soon as I understood it was an airliner and not a prop plane that ran into the WTC I knew it was terrorist and probably OBL. I had left Saudi Arabia in 1996 because OBL was filming our expat compounds we were living in with threats against all Americans to not be there. They even passed the videos on to CNN which willingly aired them in KSA. I Tried warning the authorities here something was being planned but could get no one to listen.

I was driving in to the office on the freeway, tall buildings on the horizon, thinking what it would look like if a plane crashed into one of them in front of me, after I heard the initial news on the radio.

Did any one of you on that day and the aftermath think we would be catering to Muslims in this country the way that we do now?

I was home in Wisconsin and the thought that crossed my mind then, and now, is God has removed His hand of protection from our country. One other memory is how beautiful a day it was at my house. The sky was as blue as can be and it was a warm late summer/early fall day.

Today we know we were lied to by our government and September 11,2001 was used to implement the USAPATRIOT Act. I use capitol letters because the USAPATRIOT Act is an acronym for Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001. This is the Act being used to enslave the J6 political prisoners of war.

I have found over the years that this event, much like 12/7/41, became unforgettable to every American. “Where were you on 9/11” is a question everyone who was old enough to be aware can recall.

I was at our company’s corporate HQ, my office, when one of our computer techs told us a plane had hit the WTC. He was able to grab a TV mounted on a rolling stand (used for small presentations) and wheel it into our main corporate accounts waiting area. We rolled our chairs out to watch the coverage, concerned, unsure what happened. When the second plane hit the other tower, we like millions around the world, knew it was a terror attack.

Phone calls to spouses, family, “make sure you’re in a safe place”…”did you hear they’ve grounded all flights?”….
….oh Dear Lord…the horror for those inside…for those trying to rescue them….

Compound this by a facet of 50 if the cabal is enabled to start globalist war.

Memories as vivid as if they happened yesterday. I was at work. Word got around that big building pretty fast & 400 people stood in stunned silence, watching the 2nd plane hit the 2nd tower. In real time.

We were all sent home that day to bear witness to the horrors playing out before us including the footage of those who jumped from those towers. It was the most gut wrenching thing I had ever seen.

9-11 sent my nephew into the 101st Airborne in time to be dropped into Kuwait & out run his supply lines into Iraq. 2 years later it sent my son to Fort Sill, OK for boot camp & then MRLS training & deployment to South Korea. They both gave the best years of their young lives to the warmongering political class & the Banksters cause du jour.

I’ll never forget the 1000s of lives lost on 9-11 or the 10s of 1000s more lost after because of it.

Thank you SD for paying tribute to them. God bless them 1 & all.

We were under attack, however I humbly think the attack was coordinated by our own government.

Mychal’s Prayer:

Lord, take me where
You want me to go;
 let me meet who
You want me to meet;
 tell me what
You want me to say; and
keep me out of Your way.

Fr. Mychal Judge, OFM
“the Saint of 9/11”
September 11, 2001
A sober alcoholic and member of AA for 23 years before his death
at 1 World Trade Center

My husband, a survival instructor, was in the woods in southern NJ with 100+ students.

I called him to tell him about the first plane hitting the WTC.

He said he looked up and the sky was perfectly clear and rich blue.

Little did we know that his boss’s brother, Michael Horrocks would be the co-pilot on the 2nd plane to hit the WTC.

My husband had recently talked to Michael via phone, as he had questions about relocating to SF for those flights, and we were originally from the Bay Area.

His funeral had massive amounts of security including helicopters and military present. Later I realized it was in the event of another terror attack at this secondary location.

I chastised my husband for suggesting we both, parents of 7 children, attend the funeral. One of us should have stayed home, just in case.

We were living in a rural county in Virginia, Rappahanock, near a tiny town called WAshington, VA – that 17 year old George Washington had laid out as a land surveyor.

After picking my kids up at school, I headed back down our country lane, and saw 2 black suburbans fly past me at a high rate of speed heading towards DC. This area was a big country house area for DC elites, and so I always wondered who that might have been.

I was getting ready to go to work and had the radio on as I did every morning.

A reporter came on and said one of the World Trade Center buildings had been struck by an airplane. At first I somewhat blew it off, remembering a story from long ago about a small aircraft hitting another tall building in New York and, although it was very bad for the people who were injured and killed, the building stood and there was no hanky-panky involved.

Then the reporter said it was a passenger plane that went into the building and suddenly I remembered a few years earlier when a terrorist bombed the basement of one of those same buildings, and an alarm went off in my head.

I walked into our sunroom and turned on the t.v..

Only one building had been hit at that time — watching it live — and that building was smoldering. In a daze even then I somewhat heard what was being said, and somewhat was guessing who the terrorist was that purposely flew a plane into that building, causing a lot of injury and death.

As I stood and watched in disbelief the scene became a nightmare; a second large plane seemed to circle around in the background, and with it being so close and so low what happened next seemed obvious and . . . and I cannot even think of a word to describe what I felt knowing what was going to happen next. No word will do.

My eyes were glued to the screen as a second plane hit the other building, and I knew “we” were in a war.

I knew we were.

I didn’t go to work that day. I stayed home and watched to see what was taking place step-by-step in the United States of America. I remember when the planes were all grounded, and remember how odd it was going to church the following Sunday and hearing one jet fly over the building — someone from the local Air National Guard had taken off and the eerie sound of one jet only solidified my belief that we were at war with someone.

Little did I know back then that we were not at war with another country, but our country was at war with us.

9/11 was the production they put on to make sure we all stayed in line with what they wanted to do next.

I was a Captain in the US Army. I completed my physical training and run that morning and had just arrived back at work for the day when the reports of the first plane striking the towers came over Fox News. From the Battalion HQ I watched the second plane fly into the second tower live. I remember much of the unit was captivated by the news coverage that day. Getting on and off post was a nightmare for the next several days. The panic in the surrounding communities caused gas lines at local convenience stores. That night after work I spent the entire evening glued to the TV watching the images of the burning towers. It definitely changed the trajectory of my career for the next 20 years.

What I remember most vividly is thinking that something seemed not right about the entire series of events.

That despite the past decades of rhetoric coming from government, they really could not prevent such a simple plan from destroying the twin towers and Building 7, and part of the Pentagon. Despite some narratives seeming to be accurate, I still felt unsure about the real truth of that day.

In one day my entire long-held notion of the security of the continental United States evaporated. It was changed forever as I gradually learned the truths behind that day’s events, at least that the truth was far darker than the media and our national politicians had told us.

I was in my office in Taipei, Taiwan working for one of the very first smartphone manufacturers (using Microsoft OS ~ several years before Android and iOS existed). It was around 9pm over there when it happened.

I was in living in the Central Time Zone, eating breakfast when the news announced that a plane had just struck the World Trade Center. Details were sparse, like most I assumed it was an accident involving a small plane.

As I was driving to work the news announced that a second plane just crashed into the other tower. Immediately I knew it was no accident, this was deliberate. An attack.

I couldn’t quite believe it when the news said it was airliners. Then all morning video of the second plane was replayed on every channel. It was surreal. The images were captured in high definition by cameras filming the black smoke of the first plane. I thought it looks like a Hollywood disaster movie, the brilliant fireball against the sparkling building in bright sunlight and clear blue sky.

Everyone was glued to the TV. Then the unimaginable horror of the towers collapsing one at a time. Nobody expected that! It was impossible. A modern skyscraper falling down like a house of cards. And all the first responders trapped inside … police and firefighters and paramedics. It defied comprehension.

News of the plane that hit the Pentagon. Rumors of other hijacked planes hitting prominent landmarks all over the country. Evacuations of high rise and government buildings everywhere. Nobody knew how many more attacks were coming. It was truly a frightening and chaotic day.

And at the car dealership where I worked, business as usual. People buying cars. I wondered if maybe they would close down early but we didn’t.

And then, in the weeks that followed, the silence was eerie. The place where I worked was in the flight path of Austin Bergstrom International Airport. Jets constantly roaring overhead. And it was quiet. No planes, no contrails cris-crossing the sky.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was living in Wales, six hours ahead of the unfathomable atrocity of September 11.

In the early afternoon the phone range in the small gift shop where I worked, and a dear friend asked me if I was aware of what had happened. As he explained, I could not comprehend and tried to visualize…couldn’t. I had to ask him to repeat what he had told me.

And while he was speaking, I was standing , looking out of the shop’s big window onto our town’s high street. There were many people walking by, including American tourists whose tour coaches always stopped to take in the gorgeous scenery. None, it was obvious, were aware of the tragedy.

And I remember thinking… how can life look so normal here when an ocean away the world was falling apart and would never ever be the same again?

It was only hours later after work when I could race home to see the coverage.

The next day at work I was inundated with people from my village stopping to commiserate…those I knew well and those whose faces only were known to me. But they all knew the “American lady” in that lovely gift shop. And they went out of their way to drop in and offer their sympathies and tell me of their shock. As if I personally had lost someone in the devastation.

It was only after that I could then contemplate that whether we individually lost someone close …family or friends…that all of us did lose brothers and sisters (and our peace) by way of our being Americans.

One family’s loss was a loss for us all. That there were thousands upon thousands who died either that day or later by virtue of forgetting themselves and racing to do anything they could to help only compounded the shock and grief I know we felt then and still feel.

I have always loved the Welsh. They shared their deep concern and sympathies with me and for our America that day.

I will always love them for it.

My son’s birthday is Sept. 10 and he was turning 8 that year. We had taken him to Disney in Orlando and were flying back later in the day on the llth.

On the day that we flew from NC to Orlando my dad fell ill. Long story short, he had a spray of blood clots break off from his heart and go to different areas of his body, one going to the main artery of his one remaining kidney, the other one removed 8 years before due to a cancer. He had serious surgery at a major trauma center and was instantly in need of dialysis to live. The drs really didn’t think he would make it long. I got our flights moved up to the morning of the 11th. We were in the airport that AM waiting to board when we passed a tv in a restaurant with breaking news about a plane flying into the WTC.

All I could think was I have to get back home, I have to. We boarded the plane and some but very few people had cell phones and were getting news about other happenings in the country some true some not. The pilot announced a 10 min. delay, then an hour delay and not long after that he said we needed to get off the plane, get our luggage and get out of the airport.

At this point we were racing to get our luggage and try to get a rental car to drive home. One of the scariest things for me was as we were racing through the airport all the tv screens were blacked out.

Long sad day.

Today at 1pm MT – Rebecca Roth will be a guest on the Kate Dalley Radio show with new information about 9/11.

Rebecca had been a flight attendant for 30 years and after 9/11, did some deep digging on her own, because there were many things that made no sense to her.

They call her a conspiracy theorist, but she makes the point that the airlines, after the hijackings of the 1970’s, installed remote control mechanisms in planes so that they can be maneuvered from the ground as a safety backup.

That makes perfect sense to me. So how did all those planes make those nearly impossible maneuvers with amateur terrorist pilots?

Rebecca will be on live at the top of the hour – 1pm MT

I’m anxious to here what she has to say:

https://www.katedalleyshow.com/listen-live/

I was one year into my enlistment as a firefighter in the USAF. I graduated the fire academy in March of 2001 and had only been working on shift for a little over 6 months.

I was on shift the 24 hours before, got off at 0730 that morning. I had just enough time to get back to my dorm room and take a shower when the first plane hit. Within minutes my phone blew up, full recall of all of duty firefighters.

I arrived back at the fire station and walked into the FD Dayroom where everyone was gathered. Approximately 25 FF’s were talking amongst each other, trying to figure out what the hell happened, when the 2nd plane struck. The whole entire room fell silent.

We all knew what happened then and it had a massive impact on the next 8 years of my life. 3 deployments, all in support of the War on Terror, changed my life forever.

I’ll spare you and myself the memory of the towers collapsing, 343 brothers died heroically in an inspiring demonstration of selfless heroism. I know that all of them they could collapse, some of them probably thought they would AND THEY WENT IN ANYWAYS.

Thank God for men like that. RIP 343

You are remembered…

https://www.rsbnetwork.com/video/live-president-donald-j-trump-commemorates-the-9-11-attacks-9-11-24/

I arranged for a friend to pick me up that morning and take me to the airport (DFW). We were both sitting in the car about to drive off when her daughter called and said DFW was closed. We both thought that was impossible. I think she told us that one of the buildings had been hit. We then turned on the radio, and the second building was hit. I looked at my friend and said, “This is a terrorist attack.”

I’m a different person now. Hard to relive ‘that visceral’ when I question who was responsible.

But to the victims, families, first responders … all who are dealing, you are precious to my heart.