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Posted on 09/11/2018 6:04:33 PM PDT by luvie
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I live two and a half hours from NYC.
Thank you...but it’s a team effort, believe me! :)
I went into a vacant classroom which faced the WTC complex and I watched the second tower burning, and then collapse. A colleague was in the room with me, watching the same thing. We hugged each other so tightly, I thought I'd break her ribs, as she was a tiny waif of a woman. A #2 pencil would be larger than her. I didn't need a radio to realize I was watching the death of thousands of people, and I started to weep silently. Twin rivers of tears ran down my cheeks as I walked the halls after leaving the classroom, headed to my office. I wasn't audibly crying, but I could not stem the rivulets of tears. I was shocked that one of the deans, with whom I was very friendly, gruffly ordered me to get out of the hall lest my tears "upset the students". I just stared at him. I told him I'd just watched undoubtedly thousands of people die, and I'm supposed to walk around like nothing happened? To this day, I've never figured out where that harshness toward me came from. Perhaps that was HIS way of dealing with the situation.
I think there was an early dismissal that day. As I was driving home, the sky was filled with fluttering white shapes, which I initially mistook for seagulls. No--they were pieces of Xerox paper, liberated from the offices whose walls had been torn away. A few of them splatted on my windshield, and were tossed off by my wipers. The entire trip home, I saw a black black BLACK column of smoke burning at a 45 degree angle. Nothing burns that black but jet fuel. The air stunk.
I got home and was glued to the radio the rest of the day. You could have filled a couple of stadiums with the amount of news conjecture and theories being passed around. The entire city was in deep mourning. It was like living in a charnel house. I couldn't breathe, couldn't sleep, just wanted to cry. I had to leave, had to get away. I called some dear friends in Baltimore and invited myself to spend the Sabbath with them, to which they readily agreed. It was the therapy I needed. On the way down 95, I saw the presidential caravan headed north. Good, I thought, let you guys deal with it.
Guiliani was fabulous, keeping the city together. He was the collective father, comforting and informing, keeping essential services together, keeping the city running when all it wanted to do was curl up into a fetal ball. The current piece of stinking excrement could not have touched the soul of Rudy's shoes, being a talentless corrupt commie hack. Rudy was the mayor we needed at such a time, a mature, intelligent and vastly capable man. Who knows if he even slept for the longest time, seeing to the needs of the city?
I was a witness to 9/11. I heard and watched the news reports of the palescumians and other muzzlimes dancing and giving candy to their children to celebrate the murder of 3,000 innocent people. On that day, I learned everything I had to know about muzzlimes.
This should give you perspective as to the depth of crimes against America committed by Odungo. He would have been the cavalryman who opened the gate to the fort from within, letting the attackers in, if not stopped by an alert fellow soldier. He is that level of traitor. It will be a great day when he is finally below ground.
Thanks for sharing your memories. I guess you’re more sensitive than I am. I had no clue....except for knowing the blind sheik’s trial was supposed to start that day [I’ll SWEAR I read that!] and wondering what kind of theater that would produce.
I’ll bet the cats looked at you like you had lost your mind. LOL!
Was doing something on the computer on a vacation discussing a new job when what is now my exwife was watching TV and called me up to check it out. I of course was knowledgeable in the socialist threat still existing and thought that the country’s reaction would reveal whether more full blown nuke attack would occur. We are inching there
In my area there was one lone police helicopter going around inspecting the country side. There was no other flight. Never was the sky so clear and blue, with zero contrails. Felt like back to the Middle Ages or something
Bin Laden publicly declared war on the US in 1997 in an interview with an American journalist , but I only read about it shortly before 9/11. I recall thinking at the time that although he seemed consumed with the idea, what could he really ever do to us?
My husband and I were spending our second day on Kauai and were driving to a breakfast at a hotel. A tour company was hosting a breakfast highlighting and selling Kauai tours. The news of the first plane hitting one of the Towers came on the car radio. We both didn’t believe the news at first until we realized it was real. We arrived at the hotel and went into the banquet room. A man got up and said that he knew we probably weren’t interested in tours after what had just happened.
A couple at a table next to us looked at my husband and said “what has happened?” My husband responded that a plane had hit the World Trade Center tower. The couple looked at us and responded, “we’re from New York and our friends are in those towers.” They got up and rushed out of the room visibly shaken. I will always remember that horribly tragic day.
I went to work, my boss and I were working together at a customers house. We both couldn't concentrate knowing what had happened, so late morning we knocked off and I went home and watched the drama unfold on TV with the rest of America, in total gut-wrenching disbelief.
I grew up with those buildings as a fixture - either seeing them in person (starting with their construction in the early 70’s, which we could see through binoculars from the yard of our house on a hilltop just north of Princeton - probably 40 miles as the crow flies), or in the old WPIX spots on TV. WPIX was channel 11 in New York (back when there were only 13 channels, and you only got 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, and 13!), and they used the towers to represent the number “11”. I dined at Windows on the World (the restaurant atop the North tower) several times when I worked in Manhattan. Being there, looking out over Manhattan, always gave me goosebumps. I was always struck by the magnificence of mankind, and of this country, to create such a place as New York. Yes, it can be gritty and dirty (and repugnantly liberal), but I still love it anyway.
I’m sure there are many Freepers who were much closer than I was, but it certainly did hit close to home.
I was in the Navy and stationed at Naval Strike and Warfare Center, Top Gun Ordnance, Fallon NV. I arrived at the AO shop at 0600 (6 am) and started getting the ordnance ready for the day’s training missions. One of the AO’s ran into the shop yelling that his wife called and said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. We had no TVs in the shop, so I got on my computer and went to Free Republic and started following the events there. Not much later we got word that all training flights were cancelled and I was told to get all of the live Sparrow missiles I could from Base Weapons and get them loaded on our F-18’s. We organized a loading team and met our planes at the loading area and loaded up, had pilots in the planes and set Alert Five.
Hi, and ((((hugs)))) back! Were you worried about something happening in your town, too?
I didn’t immediately know who attacked but it came out pretty quickly. My detest for muslims has been there since the late ‘70s but 9/11 sealed it once and for all.
The poor cats didn’t know what to think. They knew they weren’t doing anything wrong and had no clue why I was roaring. LOL
I guess we found out the hard way just how far he’d go. :(
Kids off to school, FOX news in the background, chatting on phone with my sister. We witnessed the horror together although hundreds of miles apart. Called my husband at work in Dallas and told him to come home then retrieved all my kids from their various schools ASAP. Sat outside and listened to the dead silence. No planes overhead heading to DFW. Skies were empty yet it was a stunningly gorgeous day. Surreal.
Whoa. I hope those people’s friends weren’t murdered that day!
Were you as locked in to the TV as we were? I didn’t want to do anything for days but watch what was happening.
Sometimes it still seems like a bad dream.
I’m sure “close to home” was both physically and emotionally. I can’t even imagine the feelings you had watching that smoke and knowing all those people had died there.
I understand. I watched the Amazon series, Jack Ryan. And when the muslims were part of the scene, I could feel the hate in my heart. And they were just actors. Sad that we have to feel like that.
Sureal is the best adjective for that day. Clear blue cloudless calm day with death and destruction leaving a bloddy wound in the picture.
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