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Thanks Jim.
I agree that we are at war, but please be responsible. Most Muslims, in American or abroad, are God fearing and honest people. This was an abct of a radical fringe.
I have lost my bookmarks and the really great thread started by of all people A+bert titled “Relax, we are now at war”
Unfortunately the politicians have given the Islamists a 14 year commemorative prize by handing Iran $$$$ and nukes.
I shall never forget where I was and what I was doing. My memories of that day are vivid.
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Political correctness gave us 9/11 and it will be bringing us the next event.
I was on my way into work, listening to the news on the radio(PBS) when the first tower was hit. Saw the second tower hit on TV when I got to the building. Then I went to work and put in my day. It was a weird time.
I think this is the first thread: http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/520255/posts
My husband had gone on a bicycle camping trip, and knew nothing about it until he came home on Sunday and I filled him in.
One of my husband's nieces was on her way out the door to catch a plane to her mission field. Her sister called out, and said, "better listen to the news. They've cancelled all flights."
I hate to be at work today. I was on stay cation folding laundry when the whole thing started 14 years ago today.
For the first 10 years of anniversary I took the day off. I was not able to today.
Do you all remember, those of you with long commutes, driving to work for weeks in shock? Worried there would be sabatoge on the road on the way to work? I did.
Who would have thought in a million years that we have forgotten altogether what happened. We must have because we elected a president who coddles muslims.
When I click the link it goes to Latest Posts from 9/29/01.
Thanks Jim! I’m reposting a reply I did a few years ago re my memories of 911:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1894334/posts?q=1&;page=601
On 10 Sept, my wife and I checked into a great lodge on the NW Oregon coast. We were on vacation for 2+ weeks and celebrating our 40th Wedding Anniversary during the vacation.
On the 11th, I woke up first and turned on the tv to get the local weather at the half hour with the tv on mute.
It was obvious something had happened to one of the WTC buildings, and some of the evening news faces were on.
I turned on the volume just before the second plane hit. My wife woke up asked “Why are you watching this movie in the morning.”
I told her that it wasn’t a movie, and she said it had to be. We just looked at each other in tears. Pearl Harbor was one of our earliest memories, and I said this was a new Pearl Harbor.
As we watched in horror the buildings started to fall down and word came in that the Pentagon was hit. At the same time we said “We have to cancel our vacation and get home to our family in N California.”
My wife called the front desk to tell that we were checking out early. They said there would be no extra charges and several people would be checking out. I took our car out of the compound to get gas. My timing was perfect, while my tank was being filled up over a dozen car/suvs/pickups got into line. She was not able to get an outside line to call our son in Portland and Son and Dil in N California that we were coming home.
Later as I was loading our baggage into our vehicle, I discussed it with others who were leaving. We were all in shock, with the exception of one young couple. They said that they were staying and had no friends or relatives in NYC. I was stunned and didn’t say anything.
As I was checking out, most people were stunned. However there was group of clip hair bull dyke lesbian librarians holding a meeting, and one of the bull dykes said we deserved it. Several of us told her shut her ****ing mouth and to get out of that area. One of her peers apologized and got her out of danger.
On the way out of town, we stopped at an art store where my wife had made a purchase the day before to pickup the purchase. The liberal clerk sounded similiar to the hostile Canadian lesbian and told us another plane had crashed in PA, and she was sure that it was all an accident. That was flight 83, and our DIL and grand kids had been on that flight the week before. I told the clerk to stop smoking whatever she was smoking and to wake up.
The drive down the Oregon coast to Brookings, Oregon on the Ca/Or stateline was surreal. There was basically no traffic for the first few hours. You can’t get good radio reception and cell phones don’t work well. So we were in an electronic news blackout.
We stopped for lunch in Coos Bay at a popular seafood place. This place was so popular, you had to normally wait in line for 15-30 minutes. I sent my wife in to get us a table while I had our vehicle refilled with gas. When I walked in there was no line, and the waitress at the front desk was in tears and told us to sit anywhere. So we took a table in the bar to watch the news which was worse than when we started down the coast.
Then we drove to Jots in Gold Beach, again with no radio reception to cancel our stay we had planned there. I knew the lady at the front desk, and she asked how far we planned to drive. I said Brookings and told her where we planned to stay. She called down and made reservations for us for the night which was a good thing. The motel was totally full that night as Oregonians other NW people on vaction drove back north and people like us driving south to get home.
We arrived at the Brookings/Harbor area and gas stations were being over run. I pulled into the last one before our motel. As our tank was being filled up. I heard a commotion and turned around to see the manager with a Glock in the air telling an A$$hole to get back into line with his vehicle, boat and several empty gas containers, and that they were not filling portable gas tanks. About that time a local LEO came up and there was discussion, until he gave the driver 20 seconds to get off the property, he did.
We went to our favorite motel on the beach in Harbor and checked in. While we were checking in two black Surbanians loaded with guys and gals dressed in black and packing drove up.
They were checking in for the night. They had driven from the San Franciso Bay area and were told to head north and too await orders. Their leader and I had a discussion about us going home. His suggestion was to make arrangements to stay for awhile in case we had too. If things were okay in the morning, then head south to where we lived in California. He and his crew looked tired, shocked and determined.
The only news on the tv was CNN with all of the pos Clintoon cabinet members. I took about 3 minutes of that and asked my wife if she wanted to go out for dinner. We went to our favorite/local pizza place. Normally it was loaded with people, and there were only a few families celebrating preplanned birthday parties for young children.
We ordered our pizza and an extra one for the trip home incase we couldn’t get food.
We got through phone wise and got our DIL. She had been trying to get hold of us all day. When she got through to the lodge where we stayed, she was told that we had checked out and were driving home. Our son was driving home from LA, as his local return California flight had been cancelled. She could not get through to his cell phone as the circuits were overloaded. The airline sent an email to her, noting that he was driving home with some other people in the area. They got there late at night.
The next morning was very scary. The Portland tv stations were talking about the Portland Airport being closed and the Air National Guard being called in to possibly shoot down planes from Canada not authorized to fly into the area. Our younger son lived in Portland at that time and close to the airport, and my wife couldn’t get through.
As I walked to the front desk to get more info a flight of Air Force fighters went streaking up north on the Coast very low and very fast.
As I walked into the office, one of the black suburbians was pulling out. The head guy was in the office checking out and on his satellite phone. He paused and suggested that we drive home that day. I agreed, and he asked if I needed to contact anyone, and I said our son in Portland and our Son and Dil in N California. I had the clerk call our room, I told my wife we would be checking out and to give the phone numbers to the man I would be putting on the phone. She did, and he got his people to contact our son in Portland and Son and DIL in N California, that we were heading home.
I checked out, and we left quickly as we had taken in only an overnight bag with what was needed for that evening and the morning. The clerk gave us rolls and coffee, and the pizza lasted us until we got home.
The trip home was uneventful, again most of the way with no radio or cell phones workin. We noticed flags on cars, trucks and bikes and figured out why they were flying. We got home safely, and my wife told me to get on FREE Republic to find out what had happened and was happening. She called our DIL and told her that we were home. Our son in Portland called the next day as he couldn’t get through. He said it was fairly scary around and over the Portland Airport with no commercial planes and Air National Guard Planes blasting in and out of the airport.
613 posted on 9/11/2007, 9:13:02 AM by Grampa Dave (Donate to Vets For Freedom: http://www.vetsforfreedom.org/)
what is today's date in history? Any significance?
And I replied:
Today is 911 Day: 9/11.
And that indeed is what we came to call it, "9/11." Whether or not the terrorists had "911" in mind when they chose that day, who knows? But "9/11" stuck.
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/fr/520262/posts?page=118#118
In Remembrance of BCM and in honor of his beloved brother who did survive (name forgotten).
In Remembrance of our Constitutional Republic that is no more.
Revelation 9:11
And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon.
Amos 9:11
In that day will I raise up the tabernacle of David that is fallen, and close up the breaches thereof; and I will raise up his ruins, and I will build it as in the days of old
Thank you for posting that! It was a bit before my time here and I appreciate seeing what people were saying and thinking on that horrible day!
When he came back and told me that another plane had hit the other tower, I just looked at him and said "That's no accident, we're under attack".