Posted on 09/10/2008 5:59:27 AM PDT by DollyCali
I had that framed and put it in my store window. It will go there again tomorrow.
well, now, my screen is blurry again. thank you for sharing that. i can’t imagine being able to keep myself together long enough to write anything like it.
I NEVER FORGET!
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
“I watched the second plane hit from Jersey and couldn’t do a damn thing to help.”
Where were you? I was working in Jersey City at the ISO building (565 Washington Street—or is it Ave?) I was standing with my colleagues on the 16th floor and we all watched the second plane pass by our window, cross the Hudson and hit the South Tower. I will never...no never forget that for as long as I live.
I got a chuckle looking at your personal page as I have since moved to NC (I’m NJ born and raised, but moved to NC by the grace of God!)
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Memorable graphics...painful and powerful and grief-inducing in all who see them. Thank you for this thread, Dolly!
I don’t think anyone here will forget. It’s like it was yesterday!
I WILL get out the videos and it WILL break my heart all over again!
wow LUV W.. what a beautiful Table.. Had plans for mine to be in table form but had limited time & my first attempts resulted in garbage(you know what I mean) and decided to just put in the “guts”.
thank you for your lovely contribution & sentiment of heart. I really was crying last night as I was assembling all & viewed the pix & re watched the videos & relived in my mind my memories of the day
Was pretty numb all evening & still now.
any of us who do graphics understand jaycee.. we TRULY do..
thank you.. I had not seen the “eye” prior.. good one!
hugs
That is the most gut-wrenching footage that I have ever
saw about this devastation. God rest the souls of all who
perished that day!
You’re very welcome, Dolly. You had some graphics I hadn’t seen
before. Thank you for this thread!
We’ll all be wrung out by tomorrow evening.
Post 24 just knocked me to my knees, figuratively. That link
to footage of the attacks was nearly more than I could handle!
We were live-threading on Hurricane Dean last year when somebody posted it. Most galvanizing footage I’ve ever seen.
I had that in my opening links but I know how things can get “lost” in a lot of graphics.. I tried to find the best links/videos/music I could.. THERE IS A LOT out there.. some better than others
Off to Bible Study
It’s probably the single most defining moment in my life.
Put things into sharp focus and perspective for me.
It’s the reason I’m back on active duty today.
And seven years down the road it does NOT get easier to remember what I was doing that morning.
Dolly, this is so hard to deal with especially now with a son in Iraq.
I’ve posted a link to this on my MySpace page. I hope you don’t mind. I have alot of “kids” as my friends.
I worked near Hanscom AFB in Massachusetts, and sometime around noon or maybe thereafter, a flight of somewhere between 7-10 F-15 fighters flew over the hospital I work at.
We all went outside, because the sound of that many jet fighters at low altitude is something most people in this area are unaccustomed to hearing. I am a former USN jet mechanic, so I have spent some time around airplanes and am used to seeing all kinds of aircraft in all kinds of attitudes, but this was unusual.
They were all flying very slowly, in single file. They couldn't have been doing more than 170 knots at most, probably more like 150. As they flew over in single file at less than 100 feet, they were all slowly rocking from side to side. If I didn't know any better, I would say the pilots were all focused on looking for something on the ground, but I could not say what or why they were flying in such an unusual way. There were about 15 or 20 of us looking up at them, and this woman blurted out "Bush did this to us!"
I couldn't believe it. I looked over at her and said "What the hell is wrong with you? Bush did this to us?" I just shook my head and walked away.
Several weeks later, I had a nightmare. It was so vivid that when I woke up, I immediately turned on my computer and typed it out. I have only shared it with a few people, and it was so vivid that to this day, as I read it I can still see the nightmare in my head.
9/27/2001 2:47 AM
I am standing in a room. It is not square, or rectangular, it is irregular. The ceiling is low, and there is no furniture. The walls are white or grey. The room opens on several sides, to darkness. They must be stairwells. All around, there is smoke, and silent panic. There are men in white shirts and ties, women wearing slacks and flat-heeled shoes, all looking at me with large black eyes. If there is any white in their eyes, I cannot see it.
Next to me is a firefighter. Thick, black, coat. Boots. Helmet. He is silently looking at the people who, though spread out, somehow seem to be huddling together. Nobody is speaking, but the silent scream of panic is tangible. Everyone seems poised, for what I don’t know. They all seem to be looking at me.
I notice how heavy everything feels, the coat, the helmet, the oxygen tank on my back. The boots on my feet feel like leaden weights. In my left arm, I am holding something large and disk shaped. It must be a coiled canvas fire hose that I carried up here. In my right hand, I am holding a shaft of some type. It occurs to me that it must be an axe, the same kind that Jack Nicholson wielded in the movie The Shining. It weighs a ton. I weigh a ton. I think of the paratroopers who jumped out of C-47’s on D-Day in World War II. They couldn’t move, and I don’t feel like I can, either.
Although I am not breathing heavily, I feel fatigue that penetrates right through my muscles to the bone. Everything burns, as if I am running a marathon. Just standing there, I feel like I am at the bottom of the ocean with the weight of miles of ocean resting on top of me.
Time to move.
I take a breath, and call out in the most confident and commanding voice I can muster “Okay everyone, follow me, we are going to go down this stairwell.”
As I turn around and take a step into the darkened pit, black, malicious, evil smoke billows up from the depths. Everywhere in the advancing clouds where there is a hole or diminished density of smoke, dark, but bright tangerine globules of flaming intensity surge forward trying to be free of the smoke.
I instantly spin around, shouting to the crowd “We have to find another way!” At that moment, a thick metal I-beam appears from above and crushes the firefighter standing next to me. I am aware of things coming through the ceiling, everywhere. Big things. Small things. It is raining. People are running everywhere, in every direction, screaming and yelling. I reach down, grabbing the neck of the coat of the crushed fireman, and begin to drag him with one hand. I seem to have superhuman strength.
As I begin to drag him by the collar to one of the stairwells, I shout out “Everybody, this way!” I know that no one can hear me. I know they are past the point of listening or even hearing. I know all this without even thinking about it, or knowing it. Then everything is dark, and I wake up.
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