9/11

Good post. I just watched about 5 videos there.

yep a day of rememberance....i still cringe at the people jumping, and the planes crashing

I can't believe it's been seven yrs already--seems like yesterday to me.

All the petty bikering we do on here is completely meaningless and a waste of time with life when you are reminded of the horror of that day--it was surreal to me and still is to this day......

Today is also my Dad's birthday, I'm going to call him and tell him I Love him, because that is what's really important in life--Family and Friendship. Everything else is petty BS, I can't imagine what loved ones of those killed on this day have endured....

My prayers are with them.

I agree......I think back to that day when I first heard of what was happening and went in to turn the TV on to see those horrific scenes of the the plane crashing into the 2nd tower and then watching in horror as they both fell to the ground. Family and loved ones are and will always will be the most important thing in life. You never know what may come your way so never leave on sour note with anybody. Make it right because you never know what the next minute in your life may bring. "Where were you when the world stop turning on that September day?" My prayers and thoughts go out to all those who were left behind on that tragic day. Happy Birthday to your dad G-man!

We had just entered a conference room for a meeting just before the 1st plane hit, so by the time we came out and found out what had happened, a lot more had already unfolded. Completely shocking and appalling. Somewhat like the reaction to the tsunami tragedy, except more vile since you know many intelligent folks intentionally planned it and carried it out. Even more vile when you saw millions elsewhere rejoicing in the same images on TV that were turning our stomachs in grief and shock.

Man I can remember that day like it was yesterday. I'm born in raised in NY and have lots of family and friends in the NYC area so this hit pretty close to home. I was 18 years old, two months outta high school, and I was driving cross country with my father to start a job in So Cal in the motocross industry. We stopped at a little diner on the morning of 9-11 in New Mexico off I-40, the waitress in the diner seen my truck and the NY license plates and immediately asked if I was from NY and if I had heard what happened. We had not cause we were listening to CD's the whole time and had no cell service. The waitress then made me and my father go in the back of the restaurant and watch the news. We almost fell over, my dad frantically called back home and everyone was in total disbelief and somewhat scared for what could happen next. My dad was so close to turning around and driving me back to NY, but we decided not to. Got to So Cal that night and my dad was on his way back home the next day. INSANE never forget that day

Godbless all those who perished. NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN

It really bothers me that they can call us every name in the book and say we are cruel but whenever we hear of some suicide bomber or terrorist attack on their country you do not see us jumping up and down in the streets rrejoicing over their tragedy. There aren't enough words to describe how heinous of an act that was that day and to see people actually happy it happened..................

That was a tragic day.
But it made you stronger and got all of you closer together.

You are not alone over there in the USA. You have friends overseas.

My sentiments....exactly

Gma B

I meet someone at a chem plant in Paulsboro, DE. His cousin was off that day hangin out at home. He worked for the Transit Authurity I believe. When the calls started going out for all avalible fire and rescue outfits to report to the towers he got up and started to leave. His family asked him to stay because they had plenty of people there.... he replied.....

"This is what I do..."

Those are the last words they ever heard from him.

Bravery and Courage isn't something people look to be bestowed upon themselves. It's what's inside them, it's who they are, unfortunatly it's often spoken of them postumately.

Thanks Tracie and you are 100% correct, life is so short and has so many peaks & valleys--you just never know.

btw I called my Pop this morning, he was glad to hear from me while drinking his coffee and preparing for a day of golf with his buddies. He's getting older and more frail every time I see him, wish I lived closer.....

Ya there are countless acts of bravery and courage that were displayed by many people on that day, and the days that followed. It was so inspirational to see you and all your fellow americans across the country bind together and become one, despite any differences or opinions. It was such a crazy time in American history. I would be driving down the 5 in Southern California on my home from work and would see people waving these huge flags on the overpasses for all the traffic to see, large groups of people holding banners and posters honoring those lost . I remember going down to beach one night right after the attacks and there was a candel lit memorial for those lost and people were hugging and comforting each other, even if you were a toal stranger. And this was 3,000 miles away from NY on the opposite coast. It was so unreal to see. I was just a young kid far away from home, by myself, but I felt at home and with family almost. Race,religoun,sex, age, it did'nt matter because for once that was all forgotten and America became united as ONE

That was such a tragic day and my thoughts go out to everyone who lost a friend or loved one there on that day.

The one thing I admire most about Americans is how patriotic you all are, I respect it a lot, The way you hold your Armed Forces, Police and Fire services, with such high regard and respect is very touching IMO and I wish the UK would follow your example.

that is 1 of those days where u never forget where u were. ive been to ground zero and all the hairs on my arms went up its such an atmospheric place.
im watching the dicoumenatry about stairwell B atm.
God bless to all the people who lost a loved one that day

By Leonard Pitts of the Miami Herald
September 17, 2001

It’s my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable *******. What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward’s attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause. Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve. Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together. Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless.

We’re frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae—a singer’s revealing dress, a ball team’s misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We’re wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement.

We are fundamentally decent, though—peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God. Some people—you, perhaps—think that any or all of this makes us weak.

You’re mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN

Yes, we’re in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We’re still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn’t a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn’t the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel.

Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You’ve bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.

But there’s a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.

I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.

In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We’ll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.

THE STEEL IN US

You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don’t know us well. On this day, the family’s bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.

So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that’s the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don’t know my people. You don’t know what we’re capable of. You don’t know what you just started. But you are about to learn.

I was driving home on the FDR that night to my apartment on 30th and Lex (I had to BS my way across the 3rd ave bridge)and will never forget the 4 F14's that were flying below the deck at 500' down the east river. What a crazy day, my heart to all the families who are one person less today.

i was working in the city at that time doing construction. I was in manhattan but my friend was on another job directly across the east river from it... he watched the first plane hit and called me via nextel pager... i was on the same site as his father and uncle and we all ran up and climbed to the roof of the building we were working on. After we realized it wasn't an accident, we were in panic mode to get out of the city. took almost 5 hours to get home from what normally takes a little over an hour. it was just so unbeliveable driving down the jersey turnpike and seeing a gaping hole where there used to be 2 huge buildings just hours before. i ended up going surfing for a while because i just couldn't watch the news anymore. i got to the beach and you could see the smoke and there were people in the water that had no idea.