Posted on 09/11/2009 10:37:31 AM PDT by Starman417
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Eight years ago, on a beautiful Tuesday morning in September I was in Savannah, Georgia on business.
As the parking garage elevator descended it stopped on one of the floors below. A gentleman who entered the elevator told us that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. He didn't have any details, just basic information relayed to him by his wife who had called him on his cell phone.
My first thought was that it had to be some horrible accident. A sightseeing plane was my thought. The horrifying possibility that was eventually revealed as reality never entered my mind. A little while later the unthinkable news of a second plane came in, again by cell phone.
That was the moment that I realized that our world had changed.
Then news of a third plane. And a fourth.
Through the remainder of the morning we hovered over our computers and our small television set watching, waiting, and wondering.
News reports of missing planes. What will be next?
Confusion. Emotion.
Death. Despair.
Smoke. Fire.
Screams. Tears.
Shock. Horror.
Papers swirling. People fleeing.
Sirens wailing.
Heroes rushing in.
When the first tower collapsed my mind couldn't comprehend it. When the second one fell, the tears came.
Just before noon I went to pick up my children. Right there in the hallway of the school I gathered the three of them into my arms and hugged them. I wanted to shelter them. I didn't want the innocence of their childhoods to be stolen away. I just wanted to cling to life as it was that morning when I dropped them off.
I cried. Again.
In literally the blink of an eye, everything was different. We became a nation at war, at first united, then, bitterly and decidedly divided. We became a nation of finger pointing and horrible accusations. The prayer vigils were replaced by protests. The unfurled flags of 9/12 were folded up and put away.
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My first reaction was “I’m pissed”.....
As a pilot, I knew immediately that the first plane was no accident.....
When the second plane hit....I was eben more enraged......
8 years later I’m still enraged.....If given the opportunity I’d kill every Al Queda that was in my gunsights....no prisoners....
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