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General => General Discussion & Topics => General Discussion => Topic started by: smokeasaurus on September 11, 2015, 11:29:20 AM
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I hate this day.
I remember what I was doing when I heard the news.
My American Blood still boils at the thought of it.
I hate this day
I Love my Country
I hate this day............
Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ri7nkyuj3o8
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I hate this day.
I remember what I was doing when I heard the news.
My American Blood still boils at the thought of it.
I hate this day
I Love my Country
I hate this day............
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPHnadJ-0hE
I do to. I know what I was feeling then and now every time I see 9/11 date come around
Wished we would have made an hour glass out of that region. >:( >:( >:( >:(
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I hate this day.
I remember what I was doing when I heard the news.
My American Blood still boils at the thought of it.
I hate this day
I Love my Country
I hate this day............
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPHnadJ-0hE
Me too Smoke, I was at work and tried to keep up with the news on TV's we had in the break rooms.
A sad Day we should never forget. Don
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It's hard to know what to say. I just bow my head and shed a few tears. :'(
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I will never forget it as long as I live, crying in our customer lounge watching the towers collapse on tv. There aren't even words to express my emotions that day.
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It still makes me cry and angry. Never forget
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It still makes me cry and angry. Never forget
X2!
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I hate this day.
I remember what I was doing when I heard the news.
My American Blood still boils at the thought of it.
I hate this day
I Love my Country
I hate this day............
Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ri7nkyuj3o8
I will never forget.
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I remember it well.. will never forget.
I was working and my youngest daughter was in school at NYU... she witnessed the towers collapsing.
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It's a bad day for all of us, I use it to replenish my anger and resolve to be ready for whatever happens whenever it happens. Especially when the rest of the country wakes up to the fact that we are at war whether we want to be or not.
Ok I'll get off the soap box for now.
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It's a bad day for all of us, I use it to replenish my anger and resolve to be ready for whatever happens whenever it happens. Especially when the rest of the country wakes up to the fact that we are at war whether we want to be or not.
Ok I'll get off the soap box for now.
I agree with the above statement completely.
I was on the way to Canada for fishing when two of us in the party got the call and orders not to leave the country.
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I remember that day so well. Like it was yesterday....
Makes me sad that the unity this country had right after 9-11 was so short lived. It is now frowned upon by some to be proud of our country. The American Flag is offensive to some again :(
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I remember that day so well. Like it was yesterday....
Makes me sad that the unity this country had right after 9-11 was so short lived. It is now frowned upon by some to be proud of our country. The American Flag is offensive to some again :(
:( :'(
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I remember that day well. I only had a few students in my class room at the time. One of the security people came by my room and said I should turn on the TV. I did. Just in time to see the horror. I remember shouting "NO!!" I still tear up when I think about it.
It's sad that our "elected officials" have forgotten about what happened that day. They should be mad as h#ll like we are.
Art
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I still feel an intense anger at the injustice inflicted on innocents. It is followed immediately by frustration -- frustration that I'm too old now to put on my green suit and grab my gun and go after those sonsofbitches and frustration that there is no leadership in Washington with a vision concerning fixing anything related to this. I get to be a bit of a hawk when somebody insults my country.
I have one absolutely wonderful memory of those days I'll share, however. Remember when, suddenly, American flags were in short supply?
On September 11, 2001 I was in Little Rock, Arkansas on the consulting assignment from hell. My company had made a bad acquisition and several co-workers and I were forced to do the wrong thing for a client because of it. We were supposed to make a really stupid and off the mark presentation in a few days and the next move involved joining up with some idiots in Atlanta to finalize a meaningless slide show. Making my mood worse was what happened in New York City. Now, we had to get to Atlanta on a fool's errand and there were no planes in the air. Driving would be the only option.
When I called the Hertz counter at the Little Rock airport to see if I could convert my existing rental to a one-way and leave the car in Atlanta I got my first pleasant surprise. They had a Lincoln that they needed to get to Atlanta and I could have it for free if I'd just get it there for them. The whole "normal" movement of their cars was interrupted and they were searching for ways to get cars to hub airports for the surge they knew would come after air traffic was resumed. They said the tank would be full and we didn't have to fill it up when we turned it in. It also had a CD player -- a luxury in those days.
My co-worker and I struck out for Atlanta in the Lincoln. We had cell phones and a stack of CD's. We didn't talk much, we just drove, not really knowing what to feel or what to do. We missed our families and wanted to be home, not on the highway.
Somewhere between Little Rock and Atlanta one afternoon, a day or two after 9/11/01, events conspired to make a memory.
I had a Ray Charles CD in the Lincoln's stereo system. We'd been driving without conversation for the most part. My co-worker was staring blankly out the windshield as I drove us onward through the countryside. Traffic was heavy but courteous. We were all still in shock.
As we were coming around a curve and approaching a long hill the CD player moved to the last cut on the Ray Charles CD -- his wonderful rendering of "America". That song gets me and given the circumstances of the time I was choking up a bit. I looked over at my co-worker and she was wiping at tears. I couldn't cry because I was driving so I stifled my emotions, swallowed hard, sniffled, and goosed the Lincoln up the hill. There was an overpass above the highway ahead, near the top, where some country road crossed the Interstate.
As we neared that overpass I could see that cars coming the other direction were flashing their lights. Getting even nearer we could hear horns honking. The CD was playing the last intense verse and Ray was in fine voice. I was about to crack and have to pull over. That's when we saw what was causing the commotion . . .
A grizzled old man wearing bib overalls was standing on top of that overpass. He was grinning from ear to ear and heartily waving a huge American flag he'd most likely borrowed from his church or a school. "God shed his grace on thee . . ." sang Ray as we drove under that fellow. I leaned on the horn and flashed the lights, too, as we watched him fade in the Lincoln's mirrors. Suddenly what had been a boring road trip toward a useless job had become one of my life's peak moments thanks to Hertz, Ray Charles, and a kindly old man who knew everybody on that highway needed some reassurance that there was something bigger than all of us -- that in spite of toil and strife there was purpose. "From sea to shining sea . . ."
Every year on September 11th I do two things. I exchange e-mails with my co-worker and unwitting partner in that experience just to see if maybe we made it all up. We didn't, she assures me. Then, I listen to Alan Jackson's song "Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning". I think a lot about that old man on that overpass. I wish I could have gotten out of the car and shaken his hand.
Epilog: When we got to Atlanta I gratefully filled the tank on that Lincoln and then turned it into the agent who was completely understanding when I gave him a manly hug. That's the way it was then. The greatest evil I've experienced in my life was at the heart of driving some incredible love and unity. You couldn't buy a flag anywhere -- they were all sold out. But, you could borrow one!
Hub
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPHnadJ-0hE
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Like Art, I was in my classroom. The bell had just rung for Homeroom/2nd period (Geometry) and the announcements came on. They were done by students over our closed circuit network. In the middle of the announcements, they switched over to live TV. Just the first tower had been hit and many of us thought that it might have been some sort of awful accident.
Then we saw the second plane.
BD
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Epilog: When we got to Atlanta I gratefully filled the tank on that Lincoln and then turned it into the agent who was completely understanding when I gave him a manly hug. That's the way it was then. The greatest evil I've experienced in my life was at the heart of driving some incredible love and unity. You couldn't buy a flag anywhere -- they were all sold out. But, you could borrow one!
Hub
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPHnadJ-0hE
Thank you for that story, Hub...
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9/11 is my wife's birthday. I had to go to work so I got up and brewed a pot of coffee for her and left her present and card on the kitchen table. I was at the cafeteria at work when she called me and said a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I said are you sure you are not watching a movie? Then she said Oh my God there is another one. We all went downstairs where there was a TV and watched the coverage. I will never forget the shock and outrage I felt that day. I don't want to get political but I think those who want me, my family and everyone in my country to die should be bombed to hell.
I had Togo to Atlanta a couple of days later. I normally flew over on the company plan but nothing was flying. When I got to Atlanta it was odd. Normally there were planes circling waiting to land but the only plane in the air was a military fighter jet. My meeting was on the 40th floor and I was scared as hell all day.
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I remember it well . I was supposed to leave south africa for a business trip to NYC a week later . my wife and me watch this Terrible event the whole day on tv hoping it is a bad joke , but no it was real .I know i am not American but i am a Human Being and it hurt like hell .
on my last trip to the USA in august my wife and me visit ground zero .
they did a great job at this memorial , keeping the memory a life .
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Spanish class, we didn't have tv's in every room in high school, and had to listen to the new reports on the radio for spanish and chemistry. I was only 15 at the time, and had been on the observation deck of them the previous fall during Columbus day weekend. Heard both towers go down over the radio, then by English class we had a TV. I remember F-16s and our trusty A-10s stationed near by flying CAP over the area. When I heard about the pentagon, I walked out of chemistry class to call my mom who was working the tallest towers at the time in Philly to tell her to leave, only to learn she was sent home already. My cousin lived two blocks from the towers, he was out of his apartment for 3 months. It took them two weeks to be able to go back and get some stuff to live in a hotel for 3 months.
I pretty much kept to myself and stewed with anger, not being old enough to do anything I finally knew what it was like for teenagers of WWII felt like and how they would lie about their age to enlist. Still weird not seeing the towers, and still get worked up.