I was at work at Marshall Space Flight Center, which is located on Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville, Alabama. We tried to follow on the internet and a small TV. Then came the announcement that Redstone Arsenal was closing and ALL personnel were to go home.

This is a Military Base, but is so much more. The US Army’s missile programs are all managed and developed out of Huntsville. NASA’s propulsion systems are all developed and managed in Huntsville. HUGE base, 40,000 or so personnel. It took over an hour just to get off base. I had the radio on on the drive home, hearing the 1st tower come down. I saw the second, just as I got home.

This was a Tuesday. The base and MSFC was closed until Monday. When we went back to work, it was surreal to see Armored Personnel Carriers withe machine guns manned coming through the gates.

John Monaghan, New York City Police Department Captain, now retired, said on NBC that we must teach the next generation the meaning of the September 11, 2001 attacks.

For him, the meaning was Sacrifice of Brave Men and Women trying to rescue any survivors and dying in their attempts.

And that is quite true!

Yet there is another meaning, the Primary Cause of the attacks.

And that is: a corrupt “religion” exists on this planet, a religion, which for 1500 years has preached – and practiced with lulls now and then – that non-adherents must either convert or be killed.

This corrupt “religion” is a hodge-podge of Arabic paganism, Judaism, and Christianity, along with traditions of slavery and oppressive and violent attitudes toward women.

This putative “Religion of Peace,” so called in great error by former President Bush, is of course Islam.

What we must teach our children is that this “religion” is severely in need of reform, if it is to be considered a religion: otherwise, it is a false religion of War against Humanity, a religion of slavery, oppression, and murder.

Christianity has been distorted now and then to support slavery (e.g. churches in the American South) and has endured other distortions.

People will erroneously point to The Crusades in the false belief that they were a kind of Christian jihad.

In fact, The Crusades were a response to the advance of Islam against the Christian Byzantine Empire.

We want our young people to realize that Islam is relentless: its fanatics will commit any crime against us in the belief that such crimes are warranted by their warped god, a god who smiles upon murder and rapine and rewards its pseudo-martyrs with sexual pleasures.

The September 11, 2001 attacks were done by true believers in Islam, who had no trouble murdering thousands, thousands which included their fellow believers in New York, an acceptable sacrifice to them.

And they had no trouble committing these atrocities because they believed that a Divine Approbation had blessed their plans!

That is what must be remembered, that is what our future generations must never forget and be on guard against and always, always, oppose with all their strength of mind, body, and soul.

Yet to do that, we must also pass along our Western Judaeo-Christian Heritage and Religion, and we see that such a task is perhaps not occurring right now among too many of our fellows.

Our task is great, but not impossible.

So, “Let’s Roll! “

I was stationed far away from NY, but what I remember at that time was some bases were more secure than others depending on the contents. The base I was on that day was one of those that if the gate guard knew you, no ID typically needed. He or She would wave you through with a first name greeting. By lunchtime that day, that norm was gone, there were some that had left the base for lunch with their ID in the office and could not get back on base. They had to call someone and get escorted. Everything tightened up and never went back the way it was. Watching the buildings burn on the break-room TV will be seared into memory forever.

I had the car radio on. They were reporting a small plane had hit the first tower. Lots of confusion initially until the second plane hit.

In a parking garage after the first tower had fallen I saw security guards swarming the garage looking under and around cars for bombs.

A few hours later the call came that someone I knew had been on the first plane, American Flight 11. That’s when it switched for me. I had to turn off the tv when I realized I was watching Judy die.

Her adult kids (whom I babysat for back in the day) notified her employees and made sure Naboo her retriever would have someone to feed and love her when her Mom didn’t come home.

It took me years before I drummed up the courage to find out what I could about Judy’s experience inside the plane. She was near where the hijackers were. Nuff said.

I was on my way downtown from our relatively new home out in the county. I turned on the radio and heard what was happening. I was almost speechless. I got out my cell phone (never did this while driving) and called home. My friend answered the phone and all I could say was, “Turn on the tv.” He asked what was wrong, and all I could say was that “it’s too horrible. Just turn on tv.”

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, may my right hand lose its cunning.
May my tongue cleave to my palate if I remember thee not.

1st worst experience at school:
Teaching in Texas. Watching the space shuttle (with a teacher on board) blow up live on tv.
30 pairs of innocent eyes turning to me— their teacher— with “explain this” etched on their young faces.

2nd worst experience:
Driving to work in California. The news was reporting the first tower hit. Yet again— try to make sense out of the horrific and senseless to group of children who are clamoring for answers.
All those young eyes looking to you for answers. 🙏💕

I was on my way to work when the radio broke in with eyewitnesses reports that a small plane hit a WTC tower, causing a large fire. My first thought was it was an accident. I got to work in time to see the second tower get hit and – incredulously – the aluminum nose of the plane emerged unscathed on the other side of the building! It was now clear that we were both under attack and being misled.

The human cost was horrific! I wanted to tell everyone in the buildings to get out. Images of the jumpers are seared in my memory. As the buildings collapsed, floor by floor, precisely into their own footprint, my prayers were for the people still in those offices…

I was at work in Cary, NC when the first plane hit. We thought at first it was just an idiot in a Cessna. But then I watched the guy across from me as we learned the true scale of it all. He was gutted.
He was from NY and had recently worked for Ebasco, in the South tower. He got up and left, and I never saw him again.

Please do not call the disaster of 9/11 a ANNIVERSARY. It is NOT an anniversary. I is a COMMEMORATION! An anniversary is a celebration. A commemoration is a reverent remembrance. Thank you for your attention to this matter, as our President would say.

I was working hard 100% focused, writing code all day in my office near Ohare airport. About 3PM I called a company to ask some questions about one of their products. The person said “who cares? Do you have any idea what happened?” I replied “Apparently not. What happened?” She told me to turn on a TV, then abruptly hung up the phone.

Have had a radio on in the background almost alway since.

I remember months of neighbors standing in the streets staring at the sky in disbelief that there were no planes any more. We were used to the roar of a plane taking off about every 3 minutes.

That is how I ended up in the swamp, along with a bunch of other patriots that came here to “fix the problem.” 25yrs later, we still have the problem, plus a lot more.

My husband and I taught in a beautiful town along the Hudson River in Putnam County NY, 50 miles north of NYC. Like everyone that morning, we were struck by the beauty of the day. It was gorgeous out.
Then the planes hit. We moved through our day numb and scared, wondering how many students wouldn’t see a parent or family member/friend or neighbor again…amazingly, none in our school lost one. But the memories I hold, the ones that won’t go away, are of the plane that I heard and saw flying along the river during my first period class, wondering why an airliner was flying so low, and the sign we saw on our surreal ride home later, bookending the day.: “All routes to NYC, CLOSED”
I pray the families of those who died that morning have found peace.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share my thoughts.

25 years ago when a conspiracy of establishment thugs and assorted PNAC infiltrators utilized Islamic terrorists to shock and awe the population, murder 3000 fellow Americans and commit a coup d’etat, I was at nearby Northern Essex Community College in the Math Lab when I first heard the news. I recall using one of the lab’s computers to try to ascertain what was happening.

About a week later, the Republic murdering ‘Patriot Act’ was passed.

A couple years later, while attending a public constituent service event led by former Democratic congressman, John Tierney, who I liked and respected, he told a curious story about why he voted against the Patriot Act: a 1000 plus pages of modifications to federal code led Tierney to believe that there was no way those changes could have been made in the 10 days subsequent to 9/11, that essentially, it was on the shelf and ready to go.

My aversion to Bushies was encoded forever that day, and a subsequent aversion to PNACS developed as I learned more in the wake of the coup.

I will never forget this day. We had been in Texas 5 months shy of 2 years. I had TV on while getting ready to go up to the barn to begin my day to train and ride horses.. The couple of ranch hands I had were already here. I heard the TV news person talking about a plane hitting Tower 1. I walked into the living room to watch it and saw the second plane hit. I called my hand to go watch the TV in the barn office. I Just sat and cried and prayed. That day I knew our country would change, and not for the better, and we would lose freedoms we had enjoyed.

Then I went over to sit with my parents and they were crying. My Dad was retired Navy and was furious and my mom just said it was another Pearl Harbor except much closer to home. Both of my parents said that it was not possible and immediately said it was intentional by our own government. Mom always said Roosevelt knew about Pearl Harbor before it actually was attacked. I called my husband as he was visiting relatives in Massachusetts and called my sisters and son living in Pennsylvania. That month I went and got my CHL license and continue to this day to carry. I knew several people at the Pentagon and did not know they were safe until much later.

To this day, I cry and pray for our country and all those souls, from the towers and the first responders who died and those that suffered, died and still suffer from health problems from exposure.

May God bless all those who have lost friends and family from this horrific act and may God bless and protect all of us here at CTH and bless and protect our country, our President and Armed Forces.

Thank you Sundance for keeping this alive and in our memory. We will never forget.

I was going into the office late that morning, so was watching the morning news. I called in to check if we were open, and was told yes. When the train got to 30th Street (a hub for commuter trains as well as Amtrak), we stopped, and were told the trains were all cancelled. I got on the subway to the west edge of the city where there was a suburban bus depot.

The bus depot was packed with train commuters trying to get home like I was. There was a nice young man with a backpack who was walking up and down the bus bays shouting, “If you take the Paoli train, take a 105 bus. If you take the Media train, take the 103….” He wasn’t a transit employee, just a quick-witted, helpful young man who recognized people who never took the bus were confused.

I walked about a mile home from the bus stop, and spend the day watching TV. About 10 pm, I think my mind short-circuited after hours of watching the same film.

Philadelphia did get back to normal in a day or so, but we began to hear about deaths from the Philadelphia area, especially Bucks County, the county to the north, where people there were people who commuted to lower Manhattan would take the train in from Trenton, NJ. Bucks County now has its own 9/11 memorial.

I was a second grade teacher at an elementary school on Cape Cod, MA. School had just begun. A counselor came to my classroom door asking me to go to the principal’s office. In his office a television was on and several teachers gathered around as we watched and were told what just happened. Returning to my classroom was very emotional and difficult as we were asked not to say anything to students yet as parents would be given the first opportunity to speak with them. Incredibly difficult day to teach. A meeting was held after school to discuss how to approach things the next day. It really hit home for me when traveling home after school as the rotary after the Sagamore Bridge was surrounded by armed military. Otis Military Base was nearby as well as PAVE PAWS radar military station. Today it is maintained by U.S. Space Force.
25 years later it is still crystal clear in my memory. I pray for all the lost souls that day, the families, and those suffering from diseases of the aftermath to this day. God bless them all and God bless America!

My fiancee’s parents from Kobe, Japan, had come to my apartment in Schaumburg, Ill, the week before to tour Niagara Falls, Toronto, and New York City with us. We finished the tour in New York City and flew back home on 9/10 from New York City, the very day before the attack. I had work the next day, and had CNBC business news on, and they interrupted their regular programming to report on a fire at the World Trade Center, and quickly had a TV camera from a nearby rooftop trained on the Towers. I quickly called my mom just because I had left NYC the day before, so I thought it was of special interest that we could have been in stuck in NYC had our schedule changed slightly. My mom thought it was interesting enough to call up my brother to alert him to the live event occurring, even though he had worked a late shift the night before. As I’m getting dressed for work, my brother called me and I thought he told me that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. I told him I knew that, but he clarified that a second plane had hit the other World Trade Center building. So we watched and communicated together until I had to go to work. On my way to work, I heard on the radio that the the first building had collapsed. I continued to work, but was disappointed that there was no TV available to watch what was going on. I can’t remember if we were allowed to leave work for the day, or if I ended up leaving early, as my fiancee’s family was still in the US with us and it was becoming clear that they would not be able to fly back to Japan that day or the next, I forgot when they were to depart.

I was in the construction trailer at UC Bezerkley, Goldman School
Of Public Policy

I had spent most of the night in the hospital with my wife due to a bizarre medicine interaction. Finally about 2:00 AM, she was stable, and could go home to get some sleep before hopefully picking her up at 9:00 AM.

That morning, as I drank my coffee and watched the clock, I did something I never do. I turned on the TV. Immediately I see Tower 1 burning. I thought I was watching a dramatization on a movie or TV show. I simply didn’t comprehend that what I was seeing was real, and in real time.

When I got to the hospital and waiting for my wife, I saw Tower 2 get hit, and then Tower 1 come down. It was all too surreal!

What a national tragedy!

My prayers and hat are off to all those who went above and beyond in rescue efforts. Some giving their lives in doing so.

The first I heard was of a plane hitting one of the towers from none other than John Boy and Billy. Got to work to a full conference room watching. About twenty minutes later we see aircraft streaming into our airport and trying to find parking.

As an aside, I went to the Army Navy game that year, my wife’s first one, and Gen. H Norman Shwarzkopf gave a rendition, from memory, of MacArthur’s Duty, Honor, Country speech. Then Bush Jr walked onto the field to the largest longest round of applause I’d ever heard. We were transfixed. I had recently left the Army and completed graduate school, but almost signed bask up to go fly in bad guy country again. They don’t need me and weren’t going to put me in a line flight unit, so I dropped it, but my blood was boiling.

Hopefully today moves us to a similar, unified sentiment.

I dropped off my daughter for kindergarten and heard on the radio a plane had crashed into one of the towers. Before I got to work, a second plane hit the other tower, and we all knew what was happening.
The scramble then began to get our people home.

No personal story to share. Just two images:

The people who jumped to their deaths rather than be burned alive, and Bush reading a children’s story.

Actually, make that three images as of this morning:

The Moslem mayor commemorating today in front of the Islamic Center in NYC.

Bow our heads, September 11, 2012, let us never forget. Our men, the good ones lost. Still no accountability. This is the Sept. 11th that I remember.

I was operating a small Internet business with good friend (we’re getting together for lunch today BTW) and I had worked throughout the night when he called telling me to turn on the TV to any channel and that we’d talk later. The World changed so much that we had to close the business by the Spring as many of our customers had cut back on spending as a result of the massive uncertainty.

was still in high school! It was a turning point in the country history. Glad I was at least old enough to remember what the before times were like. Seems a like another world reflecting on it from today.

The 9/11 attacks were done by and supported by muslims. Why are we allowing more and more muslims to legally immigrate here? They aren’t here to assimilate but to conquer, they say it over and over again! Not every muslim is a terrorist but every muslim has the potential to be radicalized and become a terrorist! So it makes no sense to invite more into the country??? Why??? Is it suicidal empathy?

I was at work, my kid in the Army called, said they were on Delta level, then hung up. She went dark for over a month, she still won’t say anything

My wife and I were both Federal Employees at the time. She went to office early because it was my day to drop off the kids. I was on my way to work listening to the radio. When the first plane it the towers. I got stuck in traffic so I was just about to turn into the parking garage when ths second one hit. We both worked on the 8th floor of the Sam Nunn Atlanta federal center in Atlanta Georgia at the time. They were rumors flying about other attacks. And we watched from the eighth floor windows as the Federal police left the parking garage in black suburbans. At the time we thought they were bugging out, so a lot of us. Left the building shortly after. We found out later that they were sent to the airport to shut down all flights. From that day on, going to work was never the same. Going to the office was like the airport after that. You never left home without your badge.

🙏 unceasingly

I was a sophomore in college in Boston. Got up that morning right about as AA11 was taking off from Logan. The ascent climb out of Logan at the time would have taken both it and UA 175 right over my head. Had I looked up on my way to class I could have seen them, and for all I know I did. Those are the little actions we take every day and don’t remember, not knowing how significant they may be later.

The class was in a basement and ran from 8:30 to 10:00. I had a cell-phone, but you didn’t get service from cell-phones in basements that day. The course was about Asian archaeology, and in my memory the topic that day was about Afghanistan and the destruction of the Bamiyan Buddahs, but that particular lecture may have been on the previous Thursday. It probably was Thursday and my memories have telescoped events. Twenty-five years is a long time to remember these things.

Class went on as normal. No one came down to tell us what was happening.

Next class was at 10:15 I had to book it across campus, so I did. I don’t remember seeing or hearing anything unusual on the way to this class, with one exception. I remember see two girls standing near a corner. At the time I didn’t take note of it, but later I remember one of them looking distraught. Again one of the little things you might see on any given day, but don’t pay much attention to.

The second class was a huge one, probably with more than 200 students, and was in a classroom that doubled as a theater. That particular day we were supposed to watch an hour plus film on anthropology in New Guinea. At the beginning of the class the professor came on stage and said something about being shocked and angry and that he didn’t believe normal campus activities should have been continued (the university President had already said they would, unknown to me) but that class would continue as scheduled. Had no idea what he was talking about. I thought it was some kind of psychological experiment because a high school teacher had told me about a similar thing happening to him in college during an anthro class. So like an idiot I sat there and watched the movie until class was over at 11:45. Again, an era of spotty phone service and by that time the system was overwhelmed.

It was not until just before 12:00 that I found out what had happened. I remember walking back and seeing a lot more people standing around on the streets. In my memory they’re “upset” but I may just have picked on the fact that the normal patterns of activity were not occurring now. But I remember a growing sense of dread and hurrying back to my dorm. This campus did not have cable TV back in those days, but I had a small TV in my room which picked up the local stations. It was the only one in the building. When I got inside I found almost everyone in my building was standing in my room around the TV. And that’s how I learned what had happened. It was already all over by then though.

We had one girl from Brooklyn. I remember he coming up to the door and fumbling with her keys. She was on the verge. I got the door open for her and just grabbed her in a bear hug. Eventually I was able to get cell service long enough to call my mother and we exchanged I Love Yous, and in that way when you’re not sure whether you’re going to be able to ever do so again.

I was supposed to start a new job that afternoon. Eventually I was able to call in and let them know I wasn’t going to work that day. I remember saying “I used to live in New York” and the other person saying, “I understand.” That’s all which needed to be said. Having lived in New York meant something different than it had when I got up that morning.

One thing that’s always gnawed at me is that two of the planes left Boston and passed over me, the fighter jets scrambled out of Massachusetts were stationed less than five miles from my family’s home and would have passed over me had I been there, and the two planes hit buildings that were less than a mile from where we lived in NYC during the early 1990s. For three years my walk to school was made with the WTC in view the entire time, and nearly everything else I did was done in sight of them. Was living there for the ’93 bombing and remember the moment it happened and the damage was visible for weeks. And more than once I remember being stopped at the lights on West Street and peering up the side of the North Tower out the car window. I have other memories whose significance were altered by that day, but they’re too personal to share here.

Had I been living there in 2001, UA 175 would have passed within at most 2000 feet of me as it approached the South Tower.

These things don’t gnaw at me in the sense that I think I was ever in danger, or that I believe events centered around me. I find it strange that no matter where I would have been that day, I would have been on the periphery of what was happening.

I was at work, teaching 6th grade math. A teacher next door to me knocked on the door and told me, “They are bombing New York, buildings are on fire”. I can’t remember if she even mentioned the plane crashing. I just remember thinking, are we at war?

When I went back in the room I thought, “How am I going to tells these kids what is going on? Should I tell them? Surely the Principal will be making an announcement.” I thought back many years to November 22, 1963. I was in a 6th grade classroom that day too. I was a student. My teacher was the school Principal and she told us what had happened before she went in her office and made the announcement to the rest of the school.

So I told my 6th graders about the plane. Then we turned on the tv and watched the news. Many parents came and got their kids and took them home.

One of my daughters was home getting ready to go back to college. My other children were at school and I think I picked them up early.

It was a sunny, blue sky day in my area and on my way home a large American flag on a tall flagpole outside a business caught my eye. I must have passed that way dozens of times, but never noticed how beautiful it was until that day.

On my way home, stopped at a signal, listening to the local talk radio show. Host stopped the show and said a small plane had hit one of the towers. Caught my attention because we knew two people, one who worked in the towers and one who was there for a sales conference. I was close to home and when I got there I turned on the tv and watched the second tower get hit. I was heading downtown to a federal office building for some social security information. Obviously didn’t get there as everything closed after the Pentagon was hit. Watched the rest of the day on my tv and had the local radio stations on too. By God’s grace and a decision to leave quickly, our two friends made it out safely. One was very traumatized for years after though. She was in tower one and on a lower floor when the first plane hit. They immediately stopped the conference and evacuated the attendees out of the building..

Our other friend had just gotten to work in the second tower and was getting ready for her day when she noticed debris swirling around outside her window. Then the warning came over the internal message service that the first tower had an accident warning issued but everyone in the second tower should stay in their offices and further updates would be coming soon. By some miracle she did not pay attention to the stay in place order. She grabbed her stuff and headed down and out through the lobby into the street. The tower got hit just after she had gotten out. I never asked her how many people in her office came with her or how many stayed and if they had escaped later. She went on later to move back to our town and married and has 3 children now. She handled the incident well and thankfully seems to have been able to live a normal life.

It was a day I will never be able to get out of my mind.

https://www.usatoday.com/picture-gallery/news/local/sept-11/2026/09/08/see-rare-aerial-photos-of-the-911-attack-on-the-world-trade-center/91391768007/

A lot of photos I’ve never seen before.

Driving to anchorage alongside 75,000 pre-dawn commuters and seeing not one vehicle pass or change lanes the entire 45 mile trip as drivers, stunned by new reports on the radio, were all driving the speed limit. 3 hours later I saw Elmendorf air force jets over head after korean air ignored warning and attempted landing at ANC. These were the last aircraft seen over Alaska for 7 eerily quiet days.

Was the collapse the of Building 7 ever explained adequately by the so called experts? Just wondering?

My husband, an American Airlines pilot and I were driving my sister and her husband to the airport when a fellow American pilot called us to tell us the news. We all thought it was a prank until we turned on the radio.

We pulled over and wept.

I arrived at my desk at 1290 6th Avenue 5th floor a few minutes before 9:00 and my friend and colleague who sat next to me told me to call my Mother who had called my office number. She said that apparently a plane had crashed into one of the trade center towers and my Mom was checking to be sure I was okay. Called Mom back, told her I was located in midtown nowhere near the WTC and safe. No sooner had I hung up with my Mom and someone with a radio in the office called out that another plane had flown into the other tower. We did not have a TV in the office, cell phones were not ubiquitous and I didn’t own one yet, so we were all kind of blind once communication systems were down. Most vivid memory was later that day after waiting with thousands of other people on the West Side at 38th-39th Street, I finally got on a NY Waterway ferry going over to the West New York NJ ferry slip and as the ferry backed away from the NY slip and turned towards Jersey we could finally see the whole southern end of the island and it was covered in gray smoke. My mind couldn’t grasp what I was seeing. They really weren’t there. Nobody knew how many were dead, only that the towers could accommodate roughly 50,000 people so how much of that office space was filled? How many people got out? All unknown. It was horrifying. Never before or since have I been filled with horror, dread and white hot anger simultaneously.

I was in my early twenties at the time and I was working in a bar. The night before, I had been up till 3 am, so I was still sleeping when the attacks happened. My mother was at work and she kept calling me. It finally dawned on me there might be a problem the 3rd or 4th time she called so I picked up the phone. She told me we were under attack. I was instantly awake and went to turn on the TV.

I stayed in front of the TV for the rest of the day, till I had to go back to work at 5pm. I experienced the same range of emotions many people did: shock, anguish, confusion, and rage. I didn’t know a soul who died that day but I was still devastated. My whole world changed that day.

When I went to work I noticed long lines at the gas stations. People were panicking about gas. Unsurprisingly, everyone at work was talking about it.

I think the hardest part, for me, was seeing videos of the jumpers. I am sort of afraid of heights, so that part made me sick. They must have been so scared!

I was very impressed by all the bravery and sacrifice that day. We really did see the best and the worst. I still think of Tom Burnett, Todd Beamer, Mark Bingham, and Jeremy Glick. Guys, you were legendary! That whole flight was full of brave, amazing people. The other flights did too.

To all the victims, may you rest in peace. I will never forget! 🙏❤️

I was driving into work on the expressway when I heard first reports of a small plane crashing into WTC. I wondered as I was driving toward a tall building what that would look like.

Co-workers were strangely quiet during the day, keeping their heads down and at least pretending to work.

I listened to the radio accounts until it was time to leave.

The 50th anniversary will be an Islamo Commie holiday in celebration of the defeat of the Great Satan.

I was a high school math teacher in Broward County. Went down to office & secretaries were watching first plane hit & I thought it was a movie. Went back up to my room, turned on TV. Told by AS. not to, but my kids wanted it so we blocked the windows & boy in back monitored he TV. I pretended to teach Alg.2. One of my boy’s mother was an FBI agent in Miami & uncle in the pentagon. I gave him a pass to RR & he went outside the back door & called her. Worst thing I had to do was tell my students to pray for the pilots of the jets sent to shoot down the plane in PA. They would never be the same again. It brought me to tears as did everything else. We never changed classes for the whole day. Busses came early after they got their act together. One of saddest days in our country. I lived in Middletown, NJ prior to moving to FL. One of our high schools was in the secretion where the train went right into the trade center. One catholic church lost half their congregation. Two of my N.J. students escaped, thankfully. The hardest day of teaching in my life time!

I was on a short term off-site assignment for my employer in Detroit, MI … staying the Holiday Inn in Rochester, MI watching a Service Dog Company deliver dogs to customers at breakfast … then was driving into work when the first attack occurred . I did not learn of the first attack until I arrived at work.

Then the whole day stood still and as we saw the other two airliners crashed in PA and DC.

Ended up telling National Car Rentals, 2-days later … they will get their car back at their Plano, TX Location as I started out driving home from Detroit.

Bought meals for activating and deploying Troops at every stop along the Inter States.

Stayed in Springfield, MO before finishing the drive.

Still have my Cowboy Hat, Flashlight, the roll of TP and Box of Kleenex that I threw onto the front seat as I departed Detroit on my desk.

Was at work, in the lab with a technician I would have to let go a couple weeks later. The whole plant was in shock as we watched the events unfold on every available screen we had. Many of the people I worked with had family and friends in the city. The days and weeks after would see the telecom industry go bust. Three rounds of lay-offs later, I was let go as well. The whole world came crashing down around me much like what I had witnessed on the news feeds. Flight 93 crashed not far from where I worked on the border between PA and NY. I can remember when the military was called up wanting to go even though I was too old. Anger needs an outlet and the land which spawned such evil seemed to be a good place to let it out. Little did I know the theories that would be spawned about the CIA or Mossad planning the whole thing. I ended up going to work for one of the local ski resorts the next winter. Was a good change. Life’s moves on since then and it seems we are right back to where we started again after the beer virus melted everyone’s brains, but worse. The enemy is publicly declaring their hatred for us and western civilization. I’ve been reading “Camp of the Saints” recently and many of the words written in 1973 are erily prescient 53 years later. I don’t necessarily agree with the blatant racist tone, but the invasion aspect has merit.

Jet fuel burns at 1,500 degrees. The building’s structural steel melting point is 2,500 degrees. Where did the extra 1,000 degrees to collapse the buildings come from?

I recounted my memories of that day on the original version of the RightMichigan blogsite ( http://rightmi.com/old/www.rightmichigan.com/story/2011/9/11/04735/0736.html ) on the decennial of the day, and republished my account five years later on the newer version of that site ( https://rightmi.com/i-remember-and-i-havent-forgotten/ ). Feel free to read either if you’d like.

I had been volun-told to attend Army OCS. Once this happened we all knew we were going to war. All of us spent the better part of the next five years deployed. Out of a Graduating class of 10, 2 were KIA, 2 WIA (including self), 6 made it OK (REMFs).

I was working two jobs at the time and had just gotten home and was driving my youngest to his high school. We had the radio on listening to his favorite station, but he wasn’t feeling well and had me pull over so he could throw up.

I turned back for home and because I was concerned for my son, I wasn’t really paying attention to the voices on the radio but I could tell by the urgency in their voices something big was happenning.

I told my son to turn on the television in the family room as I prepared some medicine for him.

The first plane had just hit the first tower. We watched, stunned as the next plane tore through the other tower with part of the nose coming out the other side.

I knew right then we were watching something more than what we were being told.

I went into work later that afternoon to my 2nd job at O’Hare airport. I was working for Continental Airlines and later United after the merger.

It was the most surreal day on the job in my life. Not a single plane engine running on the ramp. Dead silent like a summer day at the park.

I retired from the Army in 1998. In September, 2001, I was starting my third semester of grad school.

I was getting ready for the 45 min drive to the U when my wife got home from her night shift at the hospital. The phone rang almost as she walked in the door. A friend from her work told her to turn on the TV.

We watched the first tower burning, then as I was leaving, the second tower was hit.

I remember being really angry and all choked up inside during the drive.

At school, we spent most of the day in the Media Center watching on the big screen. I think classes were cancelled.

I went to lunch with two of my major professors that day. The restaurant was empty.

Our lives changed for the worse, after 9/11.

One good thing, at least for me: 9/11 reconnected me with Army buddies I hadn’t spoken to in years.

All the death, suffering, and destruction and yet, many haven’t learned a thing. Sickening. Look at the communist mayor of NY. Look at the blasphemer running for Senator in Texas. Look at the communist running for the Senate in Michigan.

That’s bad enough. What makes it even worse is the morons who support them who claim to love this country. They are liars in my book. You can not love this country while supporting the very people who want to destroy it.

The only difference between these people and those flying the planes on 9-11 is the planes. Same mindset.

I was at work (defense contractor) and a co-worker said another plane had hit the Pentagon. That was the first I had heard of anything, so I was completely in the dark. After asking questions, I found that a TV was on in a conference room and watched the replays and the rest unfold. A friend, Jim, at work had been notified by his wife about the first plane hitting the tower. He was prescient enough to tell her that it was terror and that that there would be another one.

We had a trip scheduled by train through DC and NYC to Vermont the next week. It was surreal seeing a vacant DC with not a soul on the metro escalators in most places and virtually nobody out and about near the capitol building. The crowded train was also unusual (no air traffic yet). I remember being comforted by the unity you could see in everyone’s faces. There was a common enemy we were resolved against.

Now, however, I have to wonder whether our perception of who the enemy was is correct. Bin Laden was in Pakistan, the hijackers were from Saudi Arabia, and we went to attack Iraq?? I once believed the narrative 100%, but after Covid, and after the soft coup, and NGOs, and J6 pipe bombs, I now give ear to the alternative narratives. I am just no longer sure who our enemy really is who dealt the 9/11 blow.

I was part of a benefits meeting with two women from Marsh. We received a call telling us all to come to the cafe’ right away. We all watched as one tower burned and the next was hit. As everyone else, we were struck dumb. Marsh’s corporate office was in one of those towers. Those poor women watched as friends and colleagues were murdered. It was just awful.
I look at where we were on the following day – we came together – as Americans, as a nation; almost every country on earth rallied and prayed for us. We could feel good will all around us. Then something happened. It was almost palpable, and I believe it was Evil. I can’t explain it, but that sense of community and remembrance of who we are as Americans was deliberately shut down. We were moved in a different direction. And here we are today. Our children are taught America is evil. We’ve elected people who openly admit their aim is to destroy our nation. Our sacred birthright and vote is handed to interlopers, who have been openly courted by Presidents, Congress and business leaders. God help us. (Forgive me if I rambled)

I was at work and we had a small TV so we could see it. When they said a plane had gone down near Jennerstown, PA, (later changed to Shanksville), I immediately said we had shot one down because there were NO targets near that area.

Our CEO came around to each team and told us to go home and be with our families. This never happened for anything but it did that day.

I called my daughter’s school to say I was coming to get her. It was her 6th birthday, along with 2 other kids in her class of 12 at a private Lutheran school. When I got there 30 minutes later, it was controlled chaos with parents also picking up their kids. I asked if I could do anything and they gave me a list of parents to call to say they were closing early and to come get their kids. I never dialed one call because parents just kept calling to say they were coming and I checked them off. As soon as I hung up, another parent was calling. Apparently, we took two other kids home with us. I was friends with their mom and she worked a distance away and got caught in traffic. I wasn’t on their pickup list, but was friends with their mom and no one cared about the pickup list that day. I say apparently because I don’t remember them being there but my daughter does.

We had celebrated her birthday the weekend before on a multi family camping trip and at dinner the night before with her best friend and her mom. I could barely light candles on the cake that night and for years we celebrated her half birthday in March. She thinks we should still do that. 🤣

In August of 2002, a friend said he was thrilled she had her birthday on 9/11 so he could think about her and have something to make him happy that day. It changed our attitudes about her having 9/11 as her birthday. We went to Olive Garden in 2002 and everyone there was celebrating something except for a table of 2 women who said they refused to stay home and let the terrorists win. Happy birthday was sung a lot that night.

I had just finished a philosophy class and walked in door with the news on. As it was going on they already knew it was the now neutralized terrorist. I showed this to my 9 y/o this AM and he was already aware of it. I explained to him who did it and then informed him that a Islamic-muslim is now mayor of NY. The expression on his face was one of disbelief and amazement on how us Americans could let that happen. I explained to him to know who the enemy is inside of our country and outside of our country.