The 25th anniversary of the attacks on 9-11 present 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?
My husband had flown into NYC on Sept 10, 2001. He was working at a client in Long Island but mentioned he may need to go into Mid-town on the 11th. I was working from home on Sept 11, 2001 with the TV news on and heard about the 1st plane & saw the 1st tower burning. I called my husband immediately on his cell & thankfully found that he was at his client in Long Island. As I was telling him about the 1st plane hitting the tower & to turn on the news, I saw on the TV the 2nd airliner hit the 2nd tower. I thought NYC was under attack & told my husband to get the hell out of there and then the cell line went dead. I was frantic as I could not reach him back and then watched as the Pentagon was hit and the 4th plane crashed in PA. I finally got thru to him again later that day but all I wanted him to do was come home & of course he could not immediately do that. Weeks later I dreaded that he had to get back on a plane for work. What has always astounded me is how our country refused to immediately secure our borders & deport the illegals & those who overstayed their Visa’s. And if anyone had told me that 25 years later an American hating Muslim would be elected Mayor of NYC, I would’ve said that was crazy. We must never forget 9/11 & we must never allow Democrats, the Left or Muslims to rewrite history about what happened that day. May all the innocent souls who lost their lives RIP and may all the terrorists responsible burn in hell for eternity.
It started out as a perfectly normal day. I was going about my normal daily chores with the TV on in the living room when they broke in with a ‘breaking news’ announcement that a plane had crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center. We had a friend doing some carpentry work in the house, so my husband Willie and Barry came rushing into the room and we watched the TV for a while….. then in horror saw the second plane crash into the other tower. It was then that we knew that this was absolutely no wayward plane, but that we were under attack. We held hands and prayed together, then Barry went home to be with his family.
The attacks on the Pentagon and the crash in Schwenksville, PA further cemented our resolve. We can never forget what was taken from us on that terrible day! One third of Americans were not born when the attacks occurred, and that is why we must always hold these yearly observances. May God bless America, and may God bless President Trump!
9/11 Living Memorial Plaza in Ramot, Jerusalem…
Another in Russia.
In 2001 I was living and working as a DoD contractor in northern VA. People began leaving the office after the Pentagon was hit, and eventually most people went home early. Rush hour was nonexistent that night. I lived south of Dulles on the approach path, and the only air traffic that night was fighter jets periodically flying by on patrol. It was eerie and unsettling. Nobody knew if more attacks were coming, or it if was over.
I stayed up all night glued to my TV, waiting, watching, hoping for survivors. Imagining what it would be like to be trapped inside that burning rubble, praying for anyone who might be buried alive. Praying for the first responders who were risking their lives searching for anyone who might still be alive.
The next day my friends and I joined a candlelight walk along the mall, ending on the steps of the Capitol Building. We sang patriotic songs and carried the flag that had draped my friend’s grandfather’s casket.
Since then I’ve moved away from the DC Metro area, and most of those friends have become toxic progressives.
How much our world has changed.
I worked closely with Sam Cardenas whose office was close to where the bomb hit the pentagon. He survived and although it was years later, he finally told me his story. He was recognized as a hero because he and a coworker would not leave his handicapped boss who had to leave her scooter behind. He told me that at one point they were crawling and couldn’t see their hands nor companions. Then twice they heard a voice that lead them. Later, all three agreed it was an angel. His boss was Gail Wirick and her testimony is part of the official 9/11 record. I lost touch with Sam but prayer for this special man on 9/11.
Still not a true sign of life…but the turtle issued a statement…ya have to scroll down abit on the link…there are a bunch of short blurbs…
https://www.foxnews.com/live-news/september-11-attacks-25th-anniversary-09-11-2026
I had just had Tommy John surgery a week prior and was recovering at my parents house. My dad woke me up and told me a plane had hit the towers. I got up and watched as the 2nd plane went into the 2nd tower. Ill always remember that day as well.
I am unable to put into words the pain and horror of that day, and today as well. I was born in NYC, lived there and worked there. My dad had worked in the towers but thankfully was retired. He called the local police and asked who he could call to offer his services to in order to bomb the arabs. He had served in the Army Air Corps during WWII. Another family member was an EMT in NYC during this horror. He has never been the same.
I found churches opened and prayed with those in tearful sorrow. It helped me to keep going. I spoke to an operator on the phone, we still had them back then. I could tell she was distressed and asked her if she was okay. She told me a loved one working in the towers had been missing for 2 days and they were losing hope. We prayed.
What makes this even more horrible is the gut feeling we are not being told the truth especially with the islamic ‘invasion’ we are living with all around our nation.
Yes, my heart aches even more today than 2001 if that is possible, but I hold on to my Faith in Jesus Christ that when He returns He will make all things right. I continue to pray….
Forgot, that night queued up for nearly an hour to sign our local church’s remembrance book, there were hundreds of people waiting outside, when we arrived.
I was stationed on CG C THETIS. We were in the yards – out of the water…. The guys had rigged a UHF antenna so we could get a couple tv stations. Up in the ET shop I thought they were watching a movie as I walked in and saw the second tower hit. I don’t know what the rest of the CG was doing but we sure weren’t going anywhere having a giant hole cut into the hull to yank out some machinery for overhaul.
Everything changed – the sky went silent…and there we were high and dry, unable to help.
I was in bed in Portland, OR and clicked on the TV to see what was going on in the world. Just then the 2nd plane hit and I thought “our world is changed forever”.
After that never did I think that Islam is a religion of peace, that we would elect Barack Hussein Obama, that we would import people who have flat out stated they are here to destroy us and then elect them to Congress, that I would see women wearing those black tents when I go grocery shopping, and most unbelievable of all is that NY forgot and elected a muslim, lying, communist mayor.
This trajectory looks really bad!