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Posted on 09/11/2007 3:54:06 PM PDT by PsyOp
Where Were You On 9-11-2001?
By PsyOp
There are seminal event in history that imprint on peoples minds an indelible mark never to be forgotten.
Pearl Harbor. The Kennedy Assassination. These are events that no adult American who lived through them will ever forget. All can tell you where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news. Many of us who were not around then have heard the stories.
9/11/2001 is another such event. We all remember where we were and what we were doing when we heard the news. But some would have us all forget.
I will never forget the day when a nightmare turned out to be true…
I was asleep in bed that morning. I was having a bad dream.
I was in the midst of a disjointed nightmare about being aboard an airplane that had been hijacked and was out of control (it may sound as if I am making this up, but I am not). The dream was vivid, chaotic, scary.
Was it some freakish coincidence? No. It was the result of having my alarm clock set to a lock talk radio station. When the alarm went off, news of the first plane hitting the towers must have hit my sub-conscience like a jack-hammer.
As I started to wake, as the nightmare began to fade, I thought I must still be dreaming. Hugh Hewitt was talking about a commercial jet that had just slammed into one of the World Trade towers and was speculating that it might be terrorism. A dream within a dream?
It took a moment to realize that I was no longer dreaming, but when it sank in I was instantly awake. I jumped from bed and ran to the TV, turning on FOX news. I was greeted with live footage of one of the trade towers with fire and smoke pouring from a gaping hole in its side. As I sat listening to the commentary, trying to get my mind around what happened, another jet flew in from the side of the TV screen and slammed into the second tower.
I saw it. I knew that it meant we were at war. But it was too surreal. I must still be dreaming. Go back to bed, close your eyes, it will all go away. These and other thoughts flashed in my mind.
The nightmare I had awakened from was real. Granted, I was not actually on an airplane when I awoke, but others were. For them there was no waking up in a warm bed, or the luxury of seeing it all play out from a televised distance. For them there was no option of hitting the snooze button, rolling over, and hoping it would all go away.
Six year later, some in this country would like us all to do just that. To some, that day was just a bad dream we can all roll over and forget.
We must never forget.
Where were you? What were you doing? I’d like to know.
I was on this forum.
At my office. We closed and went home. Then the second plane hit. Watched for the next 10 hours.
Thank you Bill Clinton.
Where was I?
Wampum, PA, at a facility called ALARON. We were doing some maintenance and repair on our equipment in preps to go to a nuke plant near Toronto, Ont.
I was dressed out, complete with respirator, sweating my somethings off. We were called out of containment and informed of what was going on. The facility closed for the remainder of the day.
I remember the surreal feeling of thinking... “They’re diving PLANES? into buildings?. To this day, I hold the passengers of Flight 93 as heroes.
That Canada job was postponed until some time in 2002.
I was asleep in bed. My old roommate, a girl who had moved out about half a year earlier, actually came in to my bedroom and asked me to wake up because “we were being attacked”. I don’t think she ever set foot in that bedroom the whole two years she lived with me, we were so scrupulous about things like that. She was badly upset and I really couldn’t follow what she was saying as she waited outside the door while I got dressed. I thought SHE had been somehow attacked. Then I came out and she had the TV on in the living room, and thats when I saw the replay of the second plane hitting the towers. A few minutes later the towers fell.
I remember Sierra Vista. I was stationed at Ft. Huachuca for 7 mo.
I imagine how difficult it will be for my daughter or her husband to sit their children down and explain why we face this evil when they are old enough to understand
She told me it was a BIG one, and when she said it was a commercial airliner, I said "that's no accident", and I watched the coverage on the TV when I got home.
I went back to my office, and I knew someone had crashed into the WTC on purpose. Not long after, the news of the 2nd plane was on the news and all hell broke loose from that point forward.
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I think that is why we need to get these experiences recorded. If enough people put their experiences on this thread, it will help with that teaching process. I plan to print it and save it for that day when my granddaughter asks, or is old enough to be told about that day.
We lost two freepers that day; Mike Moran was a NYC fireman, and Barbara Olsen who was a member here also died in the Pentagon crash.
I didn’t see that thread.
I thought it was an accident until the second plane struck.
People gathered around TVs in the exercise facility in the building where I worked and we watched thousands of our fellow Americans die horrible deaths. We all sobbed together as the towers went down.
Don't forget it, folks.
It didn't take long for the traitors to come out of the woodwork, did it? They are not patriots. They are traitors.
I'm not old enough to remember JFK's assassination, but I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard about Challenger.
Doing a bathroom job and listening to my morning rightwinghateradio when news broke about a plane hitting the WTC. I went down stairs and asked my customer to turn on the TV and we watched the second plane hit. Later we heard about flight 93 going down in Somerset, PA(early reports)my Brother and his family live there so I spent the next frantic hours of the 11th trying to get a hold of them. Our Citizen Soldiers fought the fist battle against Islamic fundamentalism and won, 10 miles away from my brothers home.
It’s been 6 years and I still tear up.
I was watching when E.D. Hill said that there was news of a small plane hitting the WTC, and the reportage of this "accident" continued until the second plane went in. I knew, then, and I think so did everyone else. I called my mother, who lives elsewhere in the state, after the second plane to get her to turn on the TV, and we called back and forth a couple of times during the morning.
My sister, who lived in Finland at the time, was visiting our mother; they had just been to visit me, and my sister had brought one of her Finnish friends to try to match up with me (it didn't take, and she's newly wed today), and they were back at Mom's, getting ready to fly back to Finland on the 12th (which obviously didn't happen...they got out 3 or 4 days later).
This friend was a structural engineer by trade. During either the first or second call, before it happened, she said "those buildings will fall; they cannot stand." We asked "how will they fall?" Fearing for those caught under them falling like trees. "Probably straight down," she said. So when it happened we were not terribly surprised, and I was immunized against all of the "deliberate demolition" conspiracy theories before they appeared.
What I find amazing is that 9/11 was such a momentous day, that I have recollections of the day before too! I remember that President Bush was to meet with President Fox of Mexico. I also remember watching a show in PBS, in which they highlighted the lives of two families in Chicago who were trying to make ends meet. One couple's son had just finished his basic training in the Navy. At the end of their story they mentioned he was stationed at the Pentagon. I always wondered how he fared on 9/11.
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