A plane had hit one of the towers and it was on fire. A minute after I woke and we were watching the second plane hit the other tower.
I told my wife, "We're at war. Fill the bathtubs with water and make sure both cars are full of gas."
The Pentagon got hit next. Around the same time all the aircraft were grounded.
It was a perfect blue sky day in the Seattle area, and I was outside on my deck looking at the greenbelt. It was completely silent.
There were no cars, no airplanes, nothing.
Then, directly over my house two fighter jets screamed over my house going south. Rattled the windows.
My wife was crying and asking me what was going to happen next.
We were glued to the TV for two days or more.
It was 0430 in the morning in Honolulu when my radio came on and woke me up and instead of music; the news was on.
Glued to the TV.
I was in a recovery room watching TV as my wife was coming out of sedation! I screaming at her “did you see that” OMG! Meanwhile wifey was in twilight and totally unaware of what was going on. I get chills, not in a good way, thinking about it to this day.
Had the day off, spent some time on here then went to the local public house for a steak and conversation on the happenings of 9/11. Nobody talked politics, everyone was concerned and really, in Springfield MO at the time, it wasn’t that bad of weather so I continued throughout the day thinking over what I had just watched and relating it to some of the versus in the Q’ran I had read.
Q 9 111 - “Allah has purchased from the believers their lives and their properties; in exchange for that they will have Paradise. They fight in the cause of Allah, so they slay and are slain”
I think I even made a post on FR about it back then as it related to the date and for scummies, numbers and dates mean things.
Was getting ready for work when news broke the Tower was on fire...sat down to listen and before long saw the second plane hit Tower Two......obvious an attack on our country...Ben Laden wasn’t far from peoples minds....we were indeed at war.
Of course at work everyone was fixated on this happening....and not long before focus was on what our nations response would be to those who had done this. The guys were ready to woop a** and the gals didn’t want to see war and death. One fellow had 3 daughters and just finished his service to our country, the draw to return to active service was enormous.....
A day none will forget....nor where they were when the world changed.
Posted this today on FB...
NEVER FORGET
18 years ago I was delivering the new Rogers Cable boxes to their stores when the news came over the radio of one of the towers being hit by a plane.
At first, everyone thought it was a terrible accident.
As I stopped at each Rogers store I could see the updates on their TVs and saw a second plane hit the other tower... and the world changed.
At my final stop in Brantford, I watched in horror as the towers fell.
I don’t know if it was the shock or my blood pressure but my center of vision became filled with a golden glow. It made it almost impossible to drive.
At the time Donna was living in Brantford and I carefully made my way to her house.
It was so good to be with someone, a loved one, on that terrible day.
I will always be grateful for the company and love she showed me that day.
I stayed there until the golden glow diminished to the point where I could drive again.
Everything changed that day as I realized how precious was the world we in the west had created
and how it was mortally threatened by evil men and an evil theology.
It drove me to do what I could to help, protect and cherish this treasure we had been bequeathed by our ancestors.
It led me to create my Northern Sentinel FB page and the coming soon website...
http://www.northernsentinel.net/
...both dedicated to Exploring Western Culture, History, and Philosophy; promoting Freedom and Individualism.
I was reading the threads in real time on freerepublic.
I don’t remember if I turned on the TV at home.
I went to work and they were watching TV.
When the second tower collapsed, the boss let us go home.
I went back on freerepublic where it’s always more informative than talking heads.
Hi.
I was on FR. Saw the thread. Went and turned on the TV.
When the second plane went into Tower two, I called most of the family and told them we are now at war.
Sucks still.
5.56mm
I also live in the Seattle area and I do remember that the weather that day was wonderful. I had just woken up and turned on the t.v. Hubby was getting ready to leave for work, I told him that a plane had hit a building in NYC. He stopped to look for a minute, and then left for work.
I got up to start getting breakfast for my youngest daughter, then took her to school. I remember that I did watch as the second plane went into a second building.
I was shocked by the video; but, the real shock came when I heard a loud noise, and then a lot of dust and debris. When it cleared, no building. By this time on was on my couch and I remember just repeating, "where is the building, where is the building?".
I realized that with the time difference, a lot of people were in that building, having just arrived for work, and were settling down at their desks. I knew a lot of people had died.
Helping to launch the alert fighters that escorted Bush from Florida to Barksdale.
I was working in my office on a beautiful, sunny autumn New England morning. I heard about it from a co-worker and immediately went online. (others were gathered around televisions, but for some reason, I just didn’t want to be there with them)
I had work to do, and put my head down and did it.
The place where I work is in the flight path of Hanscom AFB, and at one point, I heard the unmistakable approach of military aircraft (after you work around them long enough, the sound is distinctive)
I went outside, and there were about 20 people watching as a flight of F-15s went over. They were at low altitude, probably 500-1000 feet, and there were somewhere between 8-15 of them by memory.
They were all flying very slowly, in single file, slowly rocking their wings back and forth as if they were trying to see things on the ground. It was an impressive sight.
One of the women watching, a known moonbat to me, said agitatedly “Look what Bush did to us-he caused this!”
I had always had a cordial relationship with her, but I bit her head off when she said that.
I found out later my former boss’s ex-husband had been killed on American Flight 11.
The person in charge of my department, a retired Army Colonel, asked me to come see her. She was very distracted, and said she had been trying to find out about a friend of hers who was stationed at the Pentagon. Before I left, she opened her desk drawer and gave me a pair of Bird Colonel eagles that had belonged to her.
She wanted me to have them. The gesture touched me. Later I guessed she gave them to me because I was the only person she knew in the building at that time who might understand what she was thinking, being a former Navy veteran...a status I knew she valued.
I got back to my office and couldn’t work anymore. I wrote an email to myself that I still have (but not here) that explained what I was feeling that day. I felt that we had crossed a rubicon, and that tomorrow and the days after were not going to be anything like yesterday and the days before.
I really did feel we were at war, and that war was going to change many things for the rest of my life.
Today, I still do feel we are at war, but that isn’t the feeling I get from many of my countrymen. That is disconcerting.
I was driving to a clients house, I owned a business in Michigan at that time. While listening to the morning show of the local rock station it seemed like a skit they were doing, although a serious one. I knew the one host was a private pilot but didnt seem like a breaking news commentary.
I knocked on the door of my customers home in Grosse Pointe Michigan and she was shocked that I’d even come on a day like today. She said don’t you know what’s happening? I said no. She invited me in and showed me the TV with WTC1 engulfed in flames. She said a big plane hit the tower and she either had family working there or close by. It was as that moment the second plane hit and it became real at that point.
I completed the measure I needed to do and gave her a hug. I told her we need to pray for the dead and for our country because we had been attacked.
I got in my truck to go home and heard the sonic booms from what turned out to be an f-14 or 16 coming from Selfridge ANG base. They were screaming to either NYC or DC I guess going over Lake St. Clair.
I went back to my shop, which by the time I got there the Pentagon had been hit, and sent all my employees home to be with their families. I went home to be with my wife. We stayed closed for 2 business days.
On the 12th however I was scheduled for a hernia repair operation that was still going to happen. I went to the hospital and of course it was the only thing on TV in the waiting room and the only thing people were talking about.
We came together as a nation during this time and I saw American flags everywhere following the terrorist attacks of Sept 11th. What happened? We’re no longer a country of true Americans. In fact I think we’re a country of people who want an end to America. Not me or any of the Freepers on this forum but many who are complacent to what is happening in this country. The desecration of the Constitution, disrespect of our elected officials and indoctrination of our children into a warped reality. Something has to give! I want our country back.
I was at 17 wing on the LAV 3 Gunner pilot course. Pilot course meaning we were the first to get the course in Canada. At any rate, planes started coming in, one after another. Anyone not on course or in the field was brought in, and people were brought off the plane one by one. Everyone was searchex, went into holding areas. I remember feeling bad for the people trapped on the planes and one 747 in particular. People were on it for over 16 hrs and all they could see was soldiers in uniform crawling over LAV3s. Who knows what they were thinking.
On an American Airlines flight not making it out of Chicago. We got stacked up and was odd that there was SO MUCH traffic. Eventually deplaned into a chaotic OHare. Somehow managed to get a rental car and drove 10 hours home. That was the day I discovered AM radio. Started listening to Rush the next day and having children within the next year.
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9/11 was my younger son’s first chapel at school where his classroom led the chapel, he was in elementary school, and we were getting ready to go to that. This was in Hawaii (at Obama’s school). Because of the time zone difference, the attacks had already happened on the Mainland before Hawaii was awake so we woke up to the full force of what was going on.
We woke up to the TV news showing the attacks and collapse of the Towers. The school still had the chapel but obviously it was a somber affair and not what was originally intended.
The main thing I remember is how eerily silent it was when we were standing outside the chapel, because all air traffic had been grounded—you usually hear some sort of commercial jet or airplane noise constantly in Honolulu. The only time it wasn’t silent was every once in a while when you heard military jet fighters who were patrolling the skies do a fly by around the city. Essentially Oahu was in a war status because we have such a heavy military presence, and the military at that point assumed we could at some point be under attack. It was all very creepy and scary.
See my #165 regarding a similar experience re the silence and then the fighter jets.