On the morning of September 11, 2001 I had only a vague awareness of the Taliban and had never heard of Osama bin Laden. I couldn’t even spell Afghanistan.
While working from my home office I normally listened to CNBC as background noise. That morning, they cut from business news to a local NYC-TV news feed and reported a fire at the WTC. I posted the news on FR, tried to find more information about the fire, and quickly learned of unconfirmed reports of hijacked planes, terrorists, and a guy named bin Laden. Other Freepers, I quickly discovered, were way ahead of me.
I watched the second plane hit the WTC - live. I freaked out. I ran upstairs where my wife was getting ready for work. Screaming, cussing, I told her NY City was under attack. Something was happening. Terrible. Awful. What the hell was going on?
Fast forward.
I could not work. I watched all of the remaining destruction that day - live. The Pentagon. A plane somewhere over Pennsylvania. Skyscrapers falling into the ground. F-Word! President Bush flying to a military base in LA then Omaha then back to the White House. Bodies falling from the WTC. Papers and dust everywhere. The Pentagon in flames. Zombie people walking the streets of NYC covered in dust and death.
My life changed. My country changed too. I told my daughters that night that liberty and freedom must, from time to time, be defended. We did. And I am proud of each and every patriot who served in Afghanistan, Iraq, and every other swamp we drained in the last 13 years killing the bastards who attacked us that day.
I fear we are perceived to be weaker today than in 2001. Our border is wide open to those who want to do us harm. I now have a granddaughter. I don’t want to explain to her someday that evil exists, or the consequences of American weakness.
Now, I pray for America while celebrating the heroes of 9/11 and those who followed protecting our nation. God Bless Jim and FreeRepublic for archiving that day.
Let’s Roll!
Two nights ago I watched the 9/10 special on Nat Geo and re-experienced the utter spirit break and heart break, shock, and ill feeling of 9/11. I owe it to all who perished. Last night I watched the same channel’s 9/11 special. Crying, honoring, remembering. I need to do more tonight but there is nothing on on any channel. It should be on EVERY CHANNEL except the kids and sports ones. (Nat Geo is again running the 9/10 special - good if you haven’t seen it)
We don’t need a bleeping day of service. WE NEED A DAY TO MOURN THE LOSS OF OUR INNOCENT FELLOW CITIZENS. WE NEED TO MOURN OUR LOSS OF INNOCENCE. We need to thank the Almighty again for the heroes on that day and afterward.
There are no words -— the media, run by supposed human beings, is destroying this country. Unless they were given stand down orders, and they are mere goons. Our children need to see us crying about this attack every year. We need to show them as they grow old enough WHAT IT WAS LIKE. I have one son 17 who was 4 the morning he crawled into my bed and asked why I was crying. He will never forget. DON’T THE VICTIMS OF 9/11 DESERVE THAT?