Then the horror and anger set in...
That anger has never left me and and a large part of it now goes toward my fellow countrymen who support all those traitorous Democrats!
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.
We can cross link the threads.
My girlfriend who works at Yokota AB called me. It was very early in the morning so I was really half-asleep. She said a plane had hit the twin towers (at first I thought she meant the Akasaka Twin Towers here in Tokyo).
I rushed to the TV and turned it on. Immediately, the first image I saw, was the from below shot of that one surprised guy and the plane hitting the tower.
I couldn’t believe it. This has to be Hollywood... but no...
Life changed then.
Then the horror and anger set in...
That anger has never left me and and a large part of it now goes toward my fellow countrymen who support all those traitorous Democrats!
Didn't leave that place for days.
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I figured that :-)
We returned from a Florida vacation the night before, getting in pretty late. My husband was up when the 1st plane hit. When I got up a little while later, he mentioned a horrible accident, a plane had crashed into the WTC. We sat, drinking coffee and watched, in shock as the 2nd plane hit the other tower on live TV.
He looked at me, said that he had to get to work, but also said: We are now at War. After he left, I let my little guy (3 at the time) have the big TV, Blues Clues and Bob the Builder were on. I spent the next few hours watching our small TV in the bedroom, talking to my dear MIL. Towards the end, I remember crying and begging for it to stop.
Finally, I took my little guy to preschool and a young girl asked me if it was true: Is the WTC gone? I said yes, she started crying. The next few days are a blur of sadness and anger.
MOgirl
My office and two others of our multi-office real estate company were attending a breakfast and ongoing training seminar at the Waterview Pavilion in Belmar, New Jersey.
At about 9:15 cell phones and pagers started going off. That is not uncommon in a room full of Realtors, but the number of calls was unusually high. Most left the room to take the calls, and hardly any returned. Ten minutes later the usually attentive staff had disappeared.
I overheard one of the agents at another table who had returned after taking a call tell someone that a plane had hit the World Trade Center.
When we had a break I walked towards the mens room, passing a closet or coat room. There was the wait staff and some of the kitchen crew, crowded around a small TV set.
By that time they were replaying the collapse of the second tower.
BTT FL
I was drying my hair at home. I live just outside Washington, DC, and had heard and felt something that made me think maybe a large truck had hit a phone pole nearby.
Then my husband called to tell me not to go to work at my job in DC because we were under attack, that a plane had hit the World Trade Center, and there also had been a major explosion at the Pentagon.
I turned on CNN and was watching as the second plane hit the WTC. I also saw President Bush become ashen when he was notified as he read with schoolchildren.
I’ll never forget.
"...It's time we recognized the nature of the conflict. It's total war and we are all involved. Nobody on our side is exempted because of age, gender, or handicap. The Islamofacists have stolen childhood from the world." [FReeper Retief]
"...That the totalitarian force pitted against freedom wears a religious makes this civil war among mankind all the more difficult to engage. Loving freedom as we do, it seems reprehensible to deliberate against a religion. But this is no ordinary religion as it demands absolute obedience of all to their religion at the cost of freedom itself." [FReeper Backtothestreets]
I was on my way to visit my mother and was on the Rumson-Sea Bright bridge (that’s in New Jersey) looking at the NY skyline and at the plume of smoke coming from it. It looked surreal against the calm ocean and clear blue sky. The first plane had just hit.
I then quickly drove to my mom’s house and ran to the beach. Standing on the sea wall, I had a clear view of NY. The sky was getting darker and darker around lower Manhattan.
I then ran to my mom’s house yelling to turn the tv on. That’s when I found out that the second plane had hit. We watched the collapse of the buildings, then ran back outside. There was nothing to see, but a thick brown/gray/black cloud. We smelled the burning of the buildings for a very long time. One of my co-workers lost her only son, 23 years old. It was his first job out of college. They never found his body. Her grief was/is unberable.
I will never forget and I will never forgive.
I am. Port side, 01 deck, USS Vulcan (AR-5), scraping paint and contemplating weekend liberty.
As for Challenger, that must have been a Tuesday; I was driving a carload of co-workers on the post-meeting caravan of our new listings for that week.
I came home and my husband said, "the Twin Towers are burning!" I logged on to msnbc.com and saw the tower on fire. I turned on the radio and heard: Oh my God! Oh my God!!!! just as the second plane hit.
JFK: I was in 8th grade and school had just let out for the day. The Principal was standing in the middle of the hallway shouting, "The President is dead! He was shot! Now go home."
Challenger: I was driving home from class at local university, and heard "major malfunction" on the radio.
Asleep like you, until my wife woke me up and said a plan had hit the towers. I watched the second hit live on TV.
We obliged by turning our monitor on to CNN (we had a couple of news channels and the weather channel available) a few minutes prior to the second plane hitting.
When the second plane hit, the news bimbo said something to the effect of "what a coincidence - another plane has hit the second tower." My reply, aloud, was something to the effect of "that's no accident, that's an attack, you @^(^$% bimbo!" I can't fully describe the feeling I had when I saw that second plane hit. It was incredibly overwhelming. Shocking. Both scary and angering at the same time.
We spent the next several hours re-assembling the power grid, with one eye on the news. We weren't sure how big this thing was going to be, but we knew immediately that we didn't need any additional vulnerabilities in the power grid.
That evening when I got home from work, still in a bit of shock, I pulled the AR-15 out of the safe, loaded 4 magazines and taped them into pairs so that I could flip each 30 round mag for another 30 rounds. The rifle stood at the ready in my house wherever I went for a month.
I flew the flag daily for 2 years afterwards, shredding 2 of them through wear and tear on the front bricks of my house.
Now, I'll never forget that day as long as I live. The planes hitting the towers. The Pentagon. The people jumping. The people cheering in some obscure third-world middle-east country. And even the cheerfulness and 'blame America' attitude of certain leftists in this country.
I will NEVER FORGET!
I was watching CNBC Sqwak Box at 5:30 AM, getting ready for the day’s trading, when it all started. They said the first plane was an accident, but I didn’t believe it. The second removed all doubt!
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