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
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9/11 – As It Happened – Day of Terror – Before Collapse – Fox – 16 Sep 2001 – Part I
9/11 – As It Happened – Day of Terror – Fox – 16 Sep 2001 – Part II
My entire playlist for 9/11
There are also playlists on the channel for the war that followed.
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I was on assignment in a DC cellblock putting stun belts on prisoners for trial. I wondered why we were running late when the detail Sup came in and told us to tighten up. I arrived that evening at a hotel full of smoke, pulled the curtains back and watched the Pentagon fire across the street. I felt rage. Still do.
Wait, are we still acting like 9/11 was what they pretended it was? Like combustible jet fuel could cause two skyscrapers built of American steel, rebar, and reenforced concrete to collapse into their own footprint within minutes of each other when that fuel doesn’t burn nearly hot enough to melt steel? And cause the completely untouched and undamaged building 7, which housed sensitive archives of government malfeasance to also implode into its own footprint half a block away? The alleged terrorist attack that had known Al Queda operatives learning how to fly, but not land, planes in some of the reddest states in the union and with multiple warnings to the jackbooted FBI? The same Al Queda operatives that were trained and armed by the CIA against the soviets? The same 9/11 where that same CIA ushered Saudi diplomatic staff and the Bin Laden family out of the country within 90 minutes of the planes hitting to avoid answering questions? The same 9/11 that was the crisis necessary to roll out the already written Patriot Act™️ that birthed the total surveillance state and fulfilled the neocon and zionist wet dream of 5 wars in 5 middle eastern countries to conduct regime change and loot resources and treasure?
We frequently talk about not pretending at CTH. Why pretend about 9/11? The official story™️ is obvious bullshit, and if you are willing to believe the government is run by amoral psychopaths who lie, cheat, steal, and murder to achieve their objectives, why assume on this one thing they’re being anything but who they have proven they are.
Bless your heart.
Most still pretend. I guess it is just easier to deal with that way. Remember the dancing Mossad crew with their advanced camera recording the event. Bush the Dumber just sent them back to Israel like he got the Saudis out of Dodge.
In the same vain our rulers now want us to believe that on 10/07, all of the massive security systems surrounding Gaza failed and all of the vast intelligence sources of Mossad failed. Then a response from the IDF, with only a limited few exceptions, started a full 8 hours after the attack. A Blackhawk helicopter can be air born in 5 minutes. Jonathan Pollard knows all of this and has said so along with many other former IDF operatives.
Yes. We are ruled by a foreign elite who are psychopaths.
It is extremely difficult for most people to believe about anything other than the official narrative.. .
However after everything that followed that day, it is quite remarkable that it has taken almost quarter of a century for any contrary reporting to even appear or be allowed to appear
Clayton Morris in his YT Redacted Channel has done some excellent work with various groups including civil engineers, pilots and families of those victims who do not believe in the official version of the events. Those who are interested in a contrarian view point can take a look.
There is no definitive evidence for the arguments made by any of the groups.. however they make rational arguments and present their professional views on the possibility of sky scrapers made of steel collapsing on their own foot print or rookie “pilots” hitting their targets accurately the first time flying in at those speeds or why not even one military plane challenged the hijackers and the actual BS reason given by the 9/11 Commission
Most people still have not come to terms over JFK’S assassination.. or that the Warren Commission was a complete coverup…9/11 would be even more difficult to accept
Also given how much of a corrupt heinous character Dick Cheney has shown himself to be and the true colours of the Bush family, no one should be surprised to learn that the official version of events are highly questionable to say the least
Well the reason for no definitive evidence is that all of the evidence was carted away and destroyed with no real investigation done.
Imagine that. Must have been an oversight.
Patriot Act
In my post #1 of this thread, I said this and would repeat it:
“The truth that is evident to anyone who dares to seriously look … is infinitely more horrifying.”
The “official [cover …] story” is easy to digest. What confronts you is not.
You do not want to conceive that there are actually people who would do what their Lord Satan told them to do. “Hijack airplanes and slam them into office buildings” was merely the tiniest part of it. This caper did not happen in one day: it took weeks, months of preparation. And diabolical technical skill. And, the utter absence of a soul.
When I try to wrap my mind around it, my mind switches off. I don’t want to consider that any such people actually exist.
Working to make such people stop existing is a righteous, noble and worthwhile goal.
On my way to work at Walter Reed. Spent the next 3 months at Pentagon and next two years doing special projects for Army Surgeon General
The treachery of the unelected to secure wealth and power at the cost of so many lives!
I remember where I was on 9/11.
But I don’t remember exactly when I realized those Saudis were hired by our own Deep State to attack us.
But realize it I did.
Justice is still waiting.
Justice is pictured as being blind. Justice should be impatient. Justice has been delayed far too long.
I was recovering from ACL surgery so for days on end I had the Tv on 24/7 absorbing it all like a sponge. I realized how zombie like I had become, just numb and in a daze. I remember thinking if I am this bad how on earth are the other people in direct dealings feeling and coping?
The one thing that will always stand out is the alarms going off for all the firefighters buried in the rubble. Years later a friend took me to Ground Zero, on the drive up I stopped at a McDonalds. The fryer made the exact same alarm sound. Had to be there but it was bizarre because I hadn’t heard that sound since 9/11. Once we arrived several blocks out I got a huge lump in my throat and I couldn’t breathe. I stayed like that until walking back along about the same part of the route where it hit me, I was able to breathe again and the lump left my throat.
Mid-August 2001, the 4 kids and I went along with my husband to New York. He had a meeting in NYC; we had never accompanied him when he went on business trips but thought we’d take a quick end of the summer visit before school started.
One day we took the kids to see the WTC and get tickets for The Music Man at the TKTS office there. I had the unmistakable feeling of having to duck when we were walking around and we left pretty promptly because of how uncomfortable I felt. I told my husband it felt like someone was going to “make a statement”. Was it a premonition? Was I feeling uncomfortable because of the first attack on the WTC a number of years earlier? I wondered later if the day we were there was the day James Woods saw a dry run on a plane he was on as he has spoken about.
After 9/11, I pulled out a t-shirt I had purchased while there in August. It prominently has the Twin Towers on it & I’m not sure I even realized it when I bought it.
Like many ppl said 9/11 was a beautiful morning. I had stopped at Tuesday Morning in Sterling,VA after dropping kids at school. On the way out I overhead someone mention a plane hitting a building. On the way to a friend’s house I heard what had happened.
Like many others, spent the day crying and praying. Spent many late nights reading and crying more. Couldn’t believe finding out later that Clinton had the chance to get bin Laden and didn’t.
Several yrs later, the DC area was under the threat of the DC snipers, John Mohammed and Lee Malcolm.
Sorry… Malvo not Malcolm
Forgot to add:
I remember going to the grocery store in the weeks after. Ppl were in shock, still in mourning, and were only buying the bare necessities as it felt wrong to be out and about after what the country had just gone through.
I watched it on TV, here in the Mountain time zone. I had just gotten my coffee and was headed to my office when the guy who always watched the TV before work came running out shouting about it. I never finished my coffee. After the second building collapsed we were all sent home because they were closing downtown Denver. Outside the world had just stopped. No cars, no noise, just people figuring out how to get home. Our whole world was shattered and everyone knew it. Nobody talked much, but we all knew. I found a bus to ride, but it was only going partially in the direction of home. Three buses later, I was dumped off about 6 miles form my house. I walked from there and a lot of other people were legging it home. It was like a page out of a science fiction novel.
I didn’t know it would be the beginning of the end of my Country. For several months we cheered for the good guys when they went to Afghanistan, and then the politicians started making lots of mistakes like they do every single time they are required to actually do something important. Now here we are, 23 years later, trying to keep the Communists from taking control of our Government while our politicians continue to fiddle around like the pompous asses they are.
I think about those people jumping from the buildings to their death and then I think that they showed more courage than any of us have ever had to have. Sometimes I think my parents were better off not even living to see much of what we have become since then. We sure won the battles in 2001 and we lost the whole war 20 years later. I am sure Dick Cheney knows why. I worked in the oil industry at a time when the politicians were panicking about losing our sources of Middle Eastern oil. George W Bush was a buffoon and Dick Cheney is still an evil sob.
Just a horrific day, always is.
One of the shows I listened to today was playing the calls made by passengers to their loved ones. Absolutely heartbreaking. My tears were like on the original day.
On the first 9/11 of note, I had worked a late shift and woke to a call from my mother apprising me of the Twin Towers hit. I was watching when the second plane hit.
I remember crying as I tried to put on makeup to go to work. Friends and family didn’t want me to go. I worked for the light rail transit agency in the SF Bay Area. They were worried about potential further attacks but I knew I needed to go in.
I was singing “Proud to be an American” almost non-stop through my tears.
To this day, the tears feel different in relation to 9/11; hot and almost painful.
As everyone, I’ve suffered grief deeply with the loss of loved ones. None of my tears are as they are for 9/11.
The travesty and usurpation of what I equate to being an American is tied to that event.
It reflects my desire to live free in the land our forefathers bequeathed to us. 9/11 made me pure patriot.
Sadly, it made our government pure totalitarian.
I was touring an aircraft carrier on that day. Got back to my hotel room, flipped on the tv, and there it was on the screen. The North Tower hit by an airplane and on fire. Then the 2nd plane hit the South Tower . I packed my bags and headed for the lobby. It was jammed with people all wanting to check out. On my drive home, I scanned the skies for planes and didn’t see a one. I had no idea that FAA had issued a ground stop. Later I visited with the fireman of Ladder 7 in Manhattan. One fireman picked his wedding photo off the desk and calmly explained that most of the men in the photo had died in the collapse of the South Tower. In tears, I grabbed my wallet and donated several hundred dollars in cash, all I had. He said it would be given to the widows. Seeing that site in person gives you a perspective that no photo or video can match. One giant building, I think it was the Hilton hotel, had one side of it just sliced open with orange fencing keeping office furniture from plunging through the space where the walls were. There were Humvees with soldiers carrying M-16s everywhere.
I was at the World Trade Center…..in Long Beach, CA that day. I stepped through the looking glass to the dystopian world ushered by that event… the Patriot Act….endless war…..regretting all those elections where there wasn’t really a choice between red wing and blue wing of the same turkey vulture. Of course since then the looking glass I stepped into in March 2020 makes that one feel quaint, sadly.
If you live your best life, that would be a tribute to those who simply went to work that day.
Boulder, CO.
I drove my mom and myself down to the wedding of a niece’s/my cousin’s oldest son which had taken place the day before. Got up a little later than the others due to having trouble falling asleep on the uncomfortable and slightly smelly couch in the basement of my aunt & uncle’s house that was my bed the night before. As I grubbed together some breakfast from various pans on the stove, everyone was watching the aftermath of the first impact.
Then the second plane hit.
After some concerned discussion, we decided to press on with the trip to return my mom to her home in the Southwest. Planes had been grounded and mom and I decided to press onward before anything else could happen or the government decided that they needed to close the interstates as well. We had no idea if more attacks of different types would be ongoing or where. It seemed a certainty though that halfway between the start and finish of a lengthy journey was a lousy place to hunker down. The world certainly changed that day.
I had recently purchased a Dutch cruiser to explore the waterways of France and had my 86 year-old mother on board with me.
Moored at Seurre, a small town on the River Saone, we visited the local church. An organist was playing the organ and when he saw us, he stopped playing and approached us.
He asked if we were Americans and when we replied that we were South Africans, he informed us that there had been explosions in New York.
The organist then took up a flute and in the nave of the church played Schubert’s Ave Maria. It was hauntingly beautiful.
After leaving the church I discovered what had actually happened at the Twin Towers. We were of course greatly shocked.
We returned to my boat and at the marina met an American group, also cruising on their boat. The women were in tears and the men were sombre.
Mother and I expressed our condolences to those devastated people.
The dreadful events of that day are etched in the memories of these two friends of the Americans.
I will never forget. Not mentioned much anymore are the 343 men of FDNY’s finest. The video that surfaced of their time in the lobby waiting to be sent into the towers (my memory slips which one) will forever be in my memory. You cannot watch that and not be moved. It’s awful what has been done to our country, from the inside, from career political profiteer’s like the Bush cabal, Clinton’s, Obama, Biden, and now here we are. Look what we’ve allowed to be done to our country and our children. It will not stop until we stop it.
After the scale of the attack became clear, the school district executive group was trying to decide whether to close and send the kids home. We sought guidance from the police but they had all disappeared. Later we found out they were all on protection detail for the local politicians. No contact from state and national authorities either. We observed that there was apparently no targeting of schools and nothing in the West and determined that the kids were as safe in school as anywhere. We kept them open but put out an announcement that parents were welcome to come pick them up. Much later, I attended a meeting of first responder and infrastructure executive types. I told them about the the discussion. The universal reaction was OMG, closure would have thrown the whole city into chaos because all of our people would have been scrambling to collect their kids. I said some communication would have been nice as we made the decision in a complete vacuum. To the best of my knowledge, things are no better today.
My remembrance was, I always put the TV timer on so I could hear the very last as I went out the door.
Fox was on and Steve Doocy did the weather then. I remember seeing a map of the US as he said, “It’s a beautiful day all across America..
Got to the office very early and was told, just before 8 00 to go watch what had just happened. We stayed there for several hours in horror, disbelief and fear.