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Posted on 09/10/2019 5:59:52 PM PDT by luvie
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I said something similar that day. By the time Bush had assembled his thoughts and spoke I felt like things were safe but not under control. We have forgotten who did this to us and even what was done to us much faster than I ever thought we would. I believe we can thank obongo for sweeping it under the rug. The very idea that we elected a muslim in 2008, just seven years after this rape of our country by muslims sickens me. 2008 and we elected barak hussien obama. We are out of our friggin’ minds.
I kept wishing we still had the neutron bomb.
BTW....there are new photos that HAVE NEVER BEEN RELEASED.
They are over on Daily Mail. I may post them tomorrow unless someone posts them tonight.
We must never forget 9/11. I was doing some things around the house and dad was outside working on his boat. I listened to TV coverage on my TV radio at that time and watched with the TV turned down and that's when I started seeing the events happening.
It was indeed like the clock had stopped that morning and when it started back up, we were on a different planet. We never have trusted much since then like we did before 9-11 happened.
It was chilling, wasn’t it.
On 9/11/01 I was glued to both the TV, and to FR for live news and reaction to the horrific attacks on the United States.
Here is one thread that holds most of the live FR thread links from 9/11/01:
It was. Spent pretty much day and the next several days listening to coverage on the radio.
Thank you. I will be reading this stuff tomorrow. Or at least as much as I can. I wish I had known about FR...I would have probably felt...well...safer. FReepers seem to have their hand on the latest information.
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Good Morning:
I remember on September 11, 2001,I was running an errand for both my late mother and older brother to mail letters before heading off to work at a local community college. I had just gotten into work,and I made a phone call to my mother. She had just turned on the tv,to checked in on the morning tv news show when she thought she was watching a movie about an airplane crashed into the WTC Tower 1. She told me this on the phone. When a few minutes later, the other plane hit WTC Tower 2, then it dawn unto unto the both of us that this was NO ACCIDENT.
On base. Work stopped.
Hi!
Biggirl. Did you post by any chance the story about the famous Cross that was found at Ground Zero? If you did, thank-you ahead. God Bless.
I don't think that was the President. He ususlly travels with a fighter escort so you would have seen at least several contrails close and fighter jets flying below him. There were many fighter jets on patrol that day.
My great grandfather came to Ames around 1855.
WHOA! How’d I get so lucky to land on that? :)
Another interesting thing that happened for us around that time:
Before that day, I had arranged a surprise trip to Michigan for hubby to attend the Wolverines game (it’s hard to get tickets because of season ticket holders), which happed to be not long after (end of September? Early October?). Of course, everyone, including hubby, was apprehensive about flying. But, after discussing it and figuring security would be extra tight, he went..and had a great time with BIL.
I was working for a small manufacturing company here in Ottawa. The main office was in a business park but the accounting office where I worked was set up in the owner’s house (with his wife as my boss). In any event, he phoned up around 9:30am and told us that he had heard about the attack on the radio at their office. We went into their living room and turned on the TV set and saw the twin towers collapse.
I had visited the Twin Towers in May 1989 (went to the top of one of them) and because of that, the attacks had that sort of disturbing impact on me (was not able to really sleep for about a couple of nights afterward).
About a two or three days later, my boss told me that she and her husband had been in touch with a cousin who lived in Philadelphia. This person had not long before worked at the World Trade Centre in NYC and she still really did not know among her former coworkers there who was still alive and who might be dead.
I was at work in a little Christian bookstore, in a small town. The owner’s husband called and told us to turn on the TV. It was a replay by then. Sure shook us up. The seniors from the center next door stopped shopping there as they went into WW II mode. Business never recovered.
I still cannot look at the faces of those who perished that day without sobbing.
What follows is my annual retelling of my story from downtown Brooklyn on that morning of September 11. It was originally posted in (I think) 2005.
At about 8:40am on that morning, I was walking into the Court building on Adams Street (actually, the Court St. entrance) in Downtown Brooklyn to start serving jury duty. As luck would have it, I had been halfway to the train station before I’d realized that I’d left my Walkman on the kitchen table, so I didn’t bother going back for it. I figured I’d just get a newspaper. Besides, I didn’t know how well I’d be able to pick up AM inside the building anyway.
I sat in a dark room watching a video on How to Be a Good Juror, oblivious to what was going on right across the river. We were told to relax in the room that they have and I looked out the window at the Marriot Hotel. Traffic on Adams St was snarled, not moving. Must’ve been an accident on the Brooklyn Bridge, I thought. (It was a block away.)
People were standing around outside the hotel. Must be waiting for a tour bus or something. What did I know.
Fire trucks and ambulances started flying by on the wrong side of Adams Street, which had no traffic. Okay, traffic doesn’t come into Brooklyn much in the morning, but something was odd here. I had been facing 180 degrees from where I needed to be looking.
Finally, they had made an announcement. America was at war, under attack. The World Trade Center and the Pentagon had been destroyed. The were trying to get coverage on the TV sets in the jury rooms. I don’t think they succeeded. Even if they wanted to, only CBS would be available because it still broadcast from the Empire State Building.
People were beside themselves, many broke down, everyone was rushing for the payphones. I met a woman who had been listening to her radio. She let me share her earbuds. She was shaken and needed a cigarette. I don’t smoke, but I walked her to the smoking room. (There was one on the floor. Quite a few people were there.)
We were dismissed. Not much was going to get done in the Court building that week. Groups of people huddled outside with questions, comments, gossip and hearsay. Some of the lawyers said they saw it happen. What kind of plane was it?
Does anyone know if the trains are running? What about the buses? No trains. No LIRR. A few buses and they’re all packed. It was time to start walking and no one wanted to walk alone. We walked in groups.
Dust was falling from the sky in downtown Brooklyn like a dirty snow that was covering the cars. Papers fell too. We started walking up Atlantic Avenue. People were wandering around with their cell phones out trying to get a signal. no luck.
We took a turn down Third Avenue. I needed to. I wanted to stop at my mother’s house. It was a good resting point for me. The group I’d tagged along with decided to join me. One guy stopped in a hardware store for masks and passed them out.
When we passed Third St and reached the Gowanus Canal, we had our first real look. It was like a scene out of a bad movie. The skyline was there. But the Towers were missing. Just a terrible column of smoke and a cloud drifting our way.
We didn’t stay long. We kept walking. I made it to my mother’s house and said good-bye to the others. Some were walking all the way to Staten Island. One who had joined our group had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge — after having walked down 50 floors of Tower 1. God was looking out for him.
I watched some of the coverage until the trains were running again. I took one that left me about a mile or so from my inlaws, the meeting place for the rest of the family. I stopped in at St. Athanasius on the way. I hadn’t been there since a wedding about 15-20 years earlier. I stayed for a little while and walked the rest of the way.
Thankfully, my wife, who worked at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge on the Manhattan side had evacuated immediately before the trains had stopped running.
It’s not a walk that I’ll forget ever forget.
TS
We are worried about offending their pagan, Mecca worshiping butts. Omar and Tlaib should NEVER, EVER had a chance to be where they are.
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