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Living in Seattle. Woke up to a message on my phone.

It was a friend of mine saying “Turn on your TV”.

Turned on the TV and immediately saw the carnage in NYC.

I had so many friends and family living in Manhattan. Started calling them right away and of course all the phone lines were jammed. Eleven people and I couldn’t reach one of them. And nobody I knew could, either.

Finally gave up and stepped outside my door to walk down the main street in the U Wash. neighborhood. Walked by a phone booth (yes, there were still phone booths at that time), and a girl in her 20’s was all excited , gleefully shouting to her friend on the phone “They did it!! They did it!! They finally blew up the WTC!!!”

Several days later, I finally started getting ahold of people in NYC. Thankfully, they were all OK but, boy, did they have some stories to tell. And people (myself included) were worrying about the toxic smoke smell all over the city.

When I got ahold of my favorite elderly person, living by herself on the Upper West Side around 70th Street, her reaction to “How are You?” was – in typical NY fashion- “Oh, I’m just fine. WTC is sooooo far away from where I am”. LOL. Gotta love her.

The way NY’ers acted towards each other was so uplifting and bled out to the rest of the country. I remember thinking the terrorists were idiots to blow up NY. All it did was increase love of others across the country.

If they’d really wanted to wreak havoc, they would’ve blow up something along the West Coast. Could’ve torn the country apart with that one.

Can remember when both towers of the WTC came down, one hour after planes hit the buildings near the top floors. Eyes popped out of sockets. Jaw hit the floor.

Can remember seeing pictures of the open field in Shanksvile, PA and no plane visable anywhere.

Can remember the short, jumpy, blurry video of what they called a plane hitting the Pentagon. And later seeing the buiding with a round hole in it. No plane in the hole. No skid marks on the lawn.

Can remember seeing building number 7 in NYC coming down without a plane hitting it.

Can remember hearing Trump on a radio call saying there must have been explosives involved. Said the WTC was built very strong. Impossible planes could do such damage.

Warning: Graphic Videos & Images!!!

“9/11: Twenty-five years ago, but still feels like yesterday”

https://barenakedislam.com/2026/09/11/9-11twenty-five-years-ago-but-still-feels-like-yesterday/

Never Forget 9/11/2001!!!
Never Forget The Evil Of Islam!!!

I was at work at a major telecom company in Northern Virginia. We had TV screens on in some of the conference rooms. The director of my IT organization was a former Marine commander. Went outside around 9:30 a.m. and saw an F16 fly overhead of our campus near Dulles Airport. It was the only plane in the sky.

An employee of our company was on the top of one of the Twin Towers building working on an antenna. He didn’t make it out.

We were let off early from work that day, as schools did also. My then 7 year old son asked me if any more planes were going to hit buildings. I could only say “I hope not.”

I was in high school. The entire day was surreal.

What I remember most was how fast the narrative engineering kicked in. I was on the school newspaper that year, and had had a summer camp at the journalism sschool at one of our state universities earlier that summer (one of the top schools in the nation). It had been an eye-opening experience in how deliberately manipulative the news was. Then I saw that in real time with 9/11. We had a day or two where everyone rallied together, then the “blame America not Islam” drum started up.

A few years later, when I joined the military, that divide became even more apparent and stark.

Twenty-five years of being gaslit, lied to, and abused by the media. Thousands of Americans dead, thousands more in the wars that followed. The whole thing is just… I don’t know how we ever heal from this.

I was in 7th grade, 2nd hour computer class. We were told a plane had hit the World Trade Center in New York city. None of the teachers talked about it the rest of the day at school. During English class we went to the library and the TV was on in there but muted. When I got home I turned on the TV and saw the infamous clips of Palestinians celebrating. I cried so much. It was my introduction to Islam. I knew what Judaism was, it was part of the Bible, but here was something I’d never been told about before. I will never forget.

Shortly after the twin towers had fallen and the jetliner crashing into the Pentagon, I recall being stunned by the federal law enforcement officers armed with high powered & scoped rifles lined up across the roofline of a federal building–in the heart of the country. I’ve never seen anything like it since and pray never to see the necessity for that level of force again. It was a very sobering moment knowing the potentiality of an enemy attack reaching across the country.

I’ve taken a lesson from that day: stay vigilant, stay aware, be prepared to protect and defend ourselves and others. Never assume the coast is clear because this is a physical and spiritual war we’re in. Trust in our Lord and pray often and pray ardently for His guidance and protection.

Stay safe Treepers, stay prepared and on guard, and pray often for peace.

The NYC 9/11Tribute in Lower Manhattan is live on ABC

The bartender and commiedami think 9/11 and the victims’ families are laughable as the names of the dead r read aloud: https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2026/09/sick-mamdani-aoc-laugh-as-names-honored-dead/

Get islam and those who support sharia law out of our Republic… the enemies within like these 2 hate Americans and America

God bless our Republic

I absolutely remember standing at an airline gate in Madison, Wi following a job interview and watching the second plane hit. I knew immediately we were at war. It was the first time in my life I did not know how I was going to get home to Texas. Fortunately, I was able to return in a taxi (all the rental cars were gone before I got my wits about me) back to the hotel to get my room back where I stayed for the next week until greyhound bus service was restored. Fortunetly, the hotel provide me a cash advance and I was able to walk to the bus station. My most vivid memory was about how different the ride home was compared to an earlier trip in college. Most of the passengers were professional and the mood was solemn as well as collaborative. There was such a feeling of comraderie that was so obviously abnormal. The trip took 3 days with many transfers and was very draining, but I was just very gratiful for a way home.

Of course, there was the delicate communication with my current employer at the time about why my 3 day vacation turned into 2 weeks because I was so far away from home. That day, the company I was interviewing with lost an entire division located in one of the towers, so the job offer was unsurprisingly withdrawn. God knew the plan for my life better than I ever could, so things worked out for my family and am still blessed each and every day. Altough the experience was hard, the universal harmony and oneness of mind of the country during that period was marvelous to witness.

First images I saw of the first tower burning and that an airplane hit it, I knew it was a terrorist attract because of the clear sky. Then the second plane obviously confirmed it. I later found out a woman I knew quite well was on the first plane hitting the towers. I had lived west of Boston for several years but moved back to Michigan five years before the attack. She was just 33 years old.

I was teaching high school. The PA system came on and said what was happening. All the teachers had the TV on for the rest of the day. I remember going into my little office between classes and praying (at the time I wasn’t very religious). Learning today that we had two jets in the air to kamikaze the Pennsylvania plane sent me into tears. I can’t imagine having to have the courage to do that (thank God they didn’t have to, and thank the heroes on that plane).

My son joined the Army as a result of this (he was 9 at the time). He served in Afghanistan, got lung caner from the burn pits, survived by a Dr willing to exceed the radiation limits and he had to sign a waiver for it, and after Biden’ “withdrawal” he has become very bitter about why did he bother to serve.

I prefer to live in the present.

Tragedy yes but focus on positive actions for preventing this from happening again.

i was travelling to a client off the Dulles Toll Road when I heard on the radio that planes were flying into buildings in NYC. Never imagining that something like that could occur in DC.
Following that appointment I drove to my muti-story office in Tysons Corner that was located on a hill where we could see the smoke rising from the Pentagon. It was a horrific day.

I’m a bit late to this, and my story is not unlike that of many who have already posted. In my job I have several big deadlines during the year, and one of them happens to be September 15th. So as 9/11/2001 dawned, I was underwater with work, completely bogged down.

As I was walking into work that morning, a co-worker asked if I had seen what was going on in NYC. I said no. He said a plane hit the WTC. I asked, “a small plane?” He said, “no, a big plane.” Since I was so busy with work, I thought that was really strange, but I had things I had to do. So, I went about my morning as I normally do when there is a looming deadline.

Someone in another office had a radio on, and although I couldn’t hear clearly what it was saying, it was obvious by the interest my co-workers were showing that something serious was happening. I went on the internet, but it was so slow (those were the days of dial-up) that I couldn’t find any useful info. Finally, when the first tower fell, someone in the office screamed and I got up and went to the office with the radio.

When I found out what happened, my first thought was “we are now at war.” One of my co-workers thought that was an overreaction, but I told him, “I guarantee you we will be in Afghanistan within a month.” At about noon that morning a meeting was called, and we were told to leave for the day. Like many, for the rest of the day we watched the news and the endless replays of the towers being hit and then falling, and the disaster in lower Manhattan.

The next morning, driving to work, there was a guy on an overpass that ran over the highway, facing traffic while waving a huge American flag. Every car that went by leaned on their horns in a show of support. As I got closer to work, I passed a construction site, where the workers had placed a giant hand-made sign facing the road that said, “Nuke Pakistan”. Well, bin Laden was in Afghanistan, but for me on that day, Pakistan would have done just as well.

That day and the next 6 weeks or so was the only time in my life when I experienced a truly united America, and I thought that this must have been what it was like for my parents after Pearl Harbor.

As we know it was short-lived. When I think back to that day from where we are today, I am shocked at how far we have fallen. That day was a wake-up call to all Americans about what Islam really is and what its intentions are. Instead of destroying those people, as we should have done, we wasted so many lives and enormous sums of money on Iraq Part II. I remember their motto was “let’s fight them over there, so we don’t have to fight them here.”

Bush & Co and the parasitic Congress were (and are still) all despicable liars. Since that day they have polluted our country with these depraved Muslims, and as it turns out, we will have to fight them here.

Dear God, I pray for the souls of those lost that day and for the families left behind.