Posted on 05/12/2006 5:38:52 AM PDT by FerdieMurphy
The poisonous directions to "slay infidels" can't be missed and they are all reading the same perverted scribblings of a sick-minded "prophet."
I'll never forget how empty the sky was for those days after 9/11. I live right below one of the main east/west routes and grew up with contrails day and night.
For a few days (if not more) the sky was totally still--until one morning, I heard this loud, rumbling roar. Looking out from my apartment window, I saw some kind of military jet (would it have been an F-16? I don't know these things) blasting across the sky. For a few minutes, I panicked and wondered if we were under some other attack. It was so loud and jarring, and almost as if I'd forgotten the sound of planes.
What a weird time that was.
Same here. I live under the east/west incoming route for IAH (Houston) - it's always like watching a cloud of fireflies at dusk and I never fail to be amazed at air controllers' skill. But for those few days after 9/11, no fireflies.
I live next to a Navy air base. My skys are never empty. Day or night.
BTTT/PING
Very interesting read, thanks for posting.
I haven't seen the movie yet, but plan on doing so when I can.
All of my neighbors were outside the Friday evening after 9/11.....with lighted candles. When the first plane flew overhead we all clapped and cheered. The first sign of normalcy.
If he knows that we are at war with fundamentalist Islam and doesn't know if we should be in Iraq... then he doesn't really know that we are at war with fundamentalist Islam.
Same here - it was just too eerie!!
Weird indeed. Our desert home (where we now live permanently..it was a weekend place then) is also under a couple of west-to-east jet highways.
Either Friday afternoon or Saturday morning - I can't remember which - I heard the first jet sounds of that trip, looked up and saw a commercial airliner at full altitude...and a very much smaller jet not very far behind it; undoubtedly an "escort".
I live just south of Boston and I remember the absolute silence at night. Having flights overhead is part of every day life and you don't realize the noise until it's gone.
Good read! Thanks Ferdie
Todd Beamer's father says, "It's too soon ... to forget."
It hit me hardest on a golf course in Seattle where most of SeaTac's approach traffic comes in at around 300 feet. The course had replaced all their pin flags with small American Flags and while putting out on one of the holes, one of the guys in this threesome I'd been stuck with intentionally stepped on one of the flags as it laid on the green.
Between what I was feeling about the planes not being in the sky, and what he'd done, I almost punched the son of a bitch.
To this day, I wish I had. Instead, I called him an unrepeatable name, took my clubs and walked off the course.
I was living 3 miles from O'Hare in 2001. It was odd indeed.
Armored door or not, if a terrorist had a knife at the throat of a stewardess after killing the first one as an example, would the pilot have the resolve to ignore the demands of the terrorist? That would be one heck of a tough decision. However, the legacy of United 93 will save that day since, as the pilot put it, "no passenger is going to sit still and let anyone interfere with the flight." And that is the real key. It isn't the armored door or TSA confiscating nail clippers that makes the difference, it is the mindset of the passengers that will save the day. And we have the Heroes of United 93 to thank for showing us the way.
I was living in Lisle, and we always had a steady stream of jets in the landing pattern right over our home. I just remember going outside on Sep. 12 and hearing the faint roar of an F-16 zooming somewhere overhead on the quietest night I can remember.
I lived in El Segundo, California, immediately to the south of LAX, on 9-11. I was used to the sound of planes throttling up, taking off, and landing. From the street next to my house, I could see the taxi area for takeoff. Those three or four days were the quietest of my life. I'll never forget them.
When my son got off the bus from elementary school he was excited about the stories he had started to hear. Plus the principal had made "strange" announcements at the end of the day to the kids about going to neighbors' houses if they're parents are really late coming home from work in NYC. (Nothing specific about the attack)
I think he had seen a few minutes of tv at my parents house before he came home (they had cable and were still getting reception, we only had broadcast tv at the time & only CBS(?) & UHF were still broadcasting.
All of a sudden he looked at my neighbors house and asked if Mr. B was okay. I cautiously said yes, he was on vacation that day, but had gone back to work. He had actually gone back before the all-hands was announced and had briefly called his wife saying, "all the rescue squads are gone!"
Mrs. B's husband and 1 brother are FDNY; another brother, NYPD. Thank God, they were all safe.
I will never forget that day. I will never forget watching my neighbor going out in his dress uniform for MONTHS afterwords for departmental funerals.
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