A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day...911 Week, Day THREE 09-11-02

Written by JohnHuang2 with Graphics and Layout by Billie | JohnHuang2

[Mama_Bear]

              

September 11th --
A Day America Must Never Forget

By JohnHuang2

It was early September 11, 2001 -- just another beautiful, sparkling summer morning in America. From Florida's comely, sandy beaches, across the Carolina Smoky Mountains, to sensual Mt. Rainer in Washington State, it was just another typical, uneventful workaday. The roads and highways bustling with rush-hour traffic, factories humming right along, tireless shopkeepers, vendors and farmers were busy as ever.

The imperturbable, mundane serenity augured not a clue of the nightmare to come.

The clock strikes 8:46 a.m. EST. Suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, a colossal, titanic explosion rips the heart of New York's financial center. A Boeing 767 passenger jet had just plunged into the World Trade Center's north tower. Instantly, a hellish fireball erupts, engulfing the skyscraper's upper-third, the towering flames scorching the morning sky. The explosion's unbridled power and fury were felt miles from the infernal epicenter.

Then, minutes later, yet another jet from hell rumbles over the trembling city, flying low as it eerily swoops towards the embattled WTC. At 9:03 a.m., the gruesome horror is repeated; this time the south tower is struck.

The world knew then this was no accident, no unlucky mishaps. This was terrorism -- the evil misdeed of savages.

But, more than that, these were acts of war. America was under attack.

As if to remove any doubt, reports of yet another kamikaze strike crosses the wires -- barely an hour after the south tower was struck. This time, the nation's military nerve center was the target. At 9:43 a.m., American Airlines Flight 77 crashes into the Pentagon in Washington.

Then, reports of United Airlines Flight 93, and still another hijacking. At 10:03 a.m. a Boeing 757, bound originally for San Francisco, slams into a field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania, killing all 40 on board.

All told, the most barbaric acts of domestic terrorism snuffed out the lives of more than 3,000 men, women and children. These innocents became the war's first casualties.

The unspeakable horror and agony that day had broken the quietude and serenity we had long casually taken for granted.

America would never be the same again, her innocence ravished and raped that black September morning.

Suddenly, bursting before our eyes, what hitherto had seemed beyond unimaginable. The nation, whipsawed in terror and sorrow, stumbled and staggered.

Gone forever was our sense of sheltered invulnerability. The unfettered brutality and virulence (common-place in Bogota and Beirut, perhaps), could never befall on American soil -- or so we thought.

That indomitable aura of invincibility, like the World Trade Center itself, lay in ruins.

Amid the seared and parched remains, the smoldering corpses, the shrieks of agony and bellowing cries for help from under the sizzling rubble, as jolted rescuers, shrouded by plumes of blinding smoke, scurried heroically in search for survivors, the inevitable question "why?" ricochet across the lengths and breadths of our shaken land.

What kind of animals would deign to perpetrate such dastardly, despicable horror?

The answer would soon be forthcoming, as the trail of evidence pointed inexorably towards an all-too-familiar name, Osama bin Laden -- perennial enemy of the United States.

The shadowy, elusive Saudi national had long ago become a household name, having been the terror mastermind behind a deadly series of devastating attacks in the 90s, involving hundreds of casualties -- all under the unwatchful eye of the Clinton (mal) administration. The pathetic, halfhearted/half-baked 'military' 'retaliations' which followed would only embolden bin Laden and his al-Qaeda camarilla of war criminals.

While Clinton diehards deny it, September 11 has become an indelible blotch on the Clinton "legacy" -- a stain far more tarnishing than Lewinsky.

Today, exactly one year to the day after the harrowing carnage that awful morning, we commemorate the victims of 9/11 -- the more than 3,000 innocent men, women and children who perished that infamous day.

Three-thousand lives pulverized suddenly, senselessly.

Three-thousand hopes, 3,000 dreams, 3,000 candles of life extinguished, for no reason.

Among the victims, someone's father, someone's mother, someone's son or daughter, aunt or uncle or dear friend.

But all of them, fellow human beings.

A part of America died with them that terrible day.

September 11th was a cruel and vicious attack on all of us -- as Americans.

September 11th reminds us all of our shared humanity, and our common mortality.

The stupendous and miraculous out-pouring of love and support from people all across America during those darkest hours stands as living testament to the greatness of America itself. Our resilience as a people is what makes us uniquely American.

Our enemies may bomb us, hijack our planes, topple our buildings, but our shared sense of community, our effervescence and our love for each other can never say die.

This indomitable spirit moved the gallant heroes of hijacked Flight 93 to fight back, sparing the capital even greater carnage and destruction. Todd Beamer, who led the passenger revolt, epitomizes the courage and spirit and valor of America. This nation will never forget him.

The invincible spirit of the firefighters saved countless lives that day. The stories of heroism, of courage overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds would take more than a lifetime to recount. These brave men boldly defied death in the face that day, again and again.

Take the story of the men of Ladder Company 6. It's a story of how six New York firefighters were miraculously saved from the jaws of death -- all because of Josephine Harris, a woman they call their very own 'Guardian Angel'.

Stationed in downtown Manhattan, Ladder 6 heard the harrowing explosion when the first jet slammed the north tower. "A plane has gone into the World Trade Center!", boomed the intercom.

Ladder 6 rushed to the scene. Three minutes later, they saw "pieces of aircraft lying on the sidewalk and there were computer monitors smashing in the street", firefighter Billy Butler told the Guardian newspaper.

Butler, a seven-year veteran on the force, recalls how they "waited for the debris to stop falling and grabbed our stuff and made a beeline for the front door."

Captain John Jonas told Dateline NBC that, as they entered "One World Trade Center, the [north] tower, there were two badly burned people right there at the lobby door."

"We were in the lobby when the second plane hit", recounted Sal D' Agostino. "You could hear a rumble and an explosion. And from the windows in the World Financial Center across the street, the reflection of the explosion came off of that, came off of those windows", he said.

Climbing stairwell B, each carrying 110 lbs of gear on their backs, Ladder 6 reached the 27th floor when suddenly they heard a "rumble that nobody's ever heard before -- a 110-story building coming down", Captain Jonas told Dateline. The south tower had just crumbled to earth. They were ordered to evacuate -- immediately.

It was then when Ladder 6 came upon Josephine, a Grandmother who had already climbed down 46 floors from her office at the Port Authority.

Captain Jonas described his reaction to Dateline this way: "And Billy's my biggest, and strongest guy. I said, 'Billy, just put her arm around you, and just, we'll do the best we can'. And she was having a hard time. She was elderly, and she wasn't walking very well."

"We started down with her and it was a slow process because she was extremely fatigued, her legs were collapsing," Billy Butler tells the Guardian.

Butler: "We made it down to the fourth floor. We took two steps down the stairs and the whole building started to collapse. It threw us down to half landing. I have never been in a tornado or an earthquake but I think it was like a combination of both. You could see the stuff coming down past your face and the next minute it was going up past your face."

"My lower legs were covered with debris", Butler added, "and as I picked it off I heard something. It was this woman Josephine, she was laying at my feet. Then some of the other guys started getting up. The dust and the smoke did not clear for an hour and half."

Mr Butler: "We didn't give a Mayday initially because we thought we could walk out of there like gentlemen. Then we gave a Mayday and nobody answered, we couldn't get a signal. The chief finally ... got a message out. Captain Jonas told them that they were in the north tower's stairway B. The reply came back, 'where's the north tower?"

Richie Picciotto, the Batallion Chief, told Dateline that "there was no way out. We were encapsulated. So even though we were alive, there's 105 floors above us."

In fact, as Dateline reports, little did they know "those 105 floors were now in pieces all around them. The men of Ladder 6 had survived the collapse but were now marooned in one of the few fragments of the building still standing -- a darkened stairwell. And surrounding them, a craggy wasteland shrouded in smoke."

In his Mayday call, Captain Jonas kept "telling them, 'we're in World Trade Center One. You enter through the glass doors, you make a right, stairway B is the first stairway on the left. We're on -- between the second and the fourth floor. And my five year old daughter could follow those directions."

But Butler has a better idea. He borrows a cell phone from a Port Authority police officer hunkering with them and calls home.

Bill Butler: "My wife answered the phone. She said how are you doing. She was asking a lot of questions. I said, listen to me. And she started to whimper a little bit, and I said, ‘You can’t cry, do not cry right now.' She actually is writing this stuff down, so I just told her call the fire house and tell the guys where we’re at."

Then, suddenly, miraculously, "everything cleared just for a moment. And we could see we were at the top of this debris pile. And I'm thinking, this is going to be OK, you know? This, we're going to be OK here."

Richie Picciotto: "There’s light there. I thought it was an optical illusion. There’s light, we’re safe. There’s life. There’s light."

Dateline recounts how "Chief Picciotto followed the light to an opening they had not seen before, climbed out and secured a rope to show others the way. Still sounding his bullhorn siren, the chief was soon discovered by the men of Ladder Company 43. The firefighters could now climb out. But what about Josephine Harris?"

"I knew that we couldn’t get Josephine out by ourselves", Butler recalls. They stayed with Josephine till she was rescued.

Butler explains the remarkable irony to the Guardian this way: "This woman was soooo slow, but she was a guardian angel sent to us. It was because she slowed us up that we ended up in that void. If we had gotten out of that building we may have sought refuge in our fire truck which was flattened. I saw it the other day and it's just one twisted piece of metal."

Folks, the story of Ladder 6 is the story of America, a tribute to this great and wonderful country of ours.

'But that was a year ago', the cynic scoffs. 'Today, that spirit is dead'.

Nonsense.

America is roaring back, thanks to the leadership of our President, George W. Bush. And thanks to the courage and bravery of the troops he leads, our enemies are either dead, captured or on the run.

"We'll succeed," thundered the Commander-in-Chief at a White House ceremony in March marking six months since the September 11th attacks.

"There will be a day when the organized threat against America, our friends and allies is broken," the President continued. "I see a peaceful world beyond the war on terror, and with courage and unity, we are building that world together."

Over the site of the World Trade Center, two beams of light tower defiantly into New York's night sky, a touching memorial to the victims of 9/11. But more than just columns of light, those beams piercing boldly the darkness are unflinching towers of courage, towers of strength, towers of firmness and undaunted resolve. To our enemies, these poignant symbols send a message, loud and clear: You will never defeat us, we will never surrender, through fire and water we will triumph over you, whatever it takes.

To the victims and heroes of September 11th; to the firefighters, policemen, emergency/rescue workers -- to all who were taken from us that day -- these radiant beams illuminating the heavens are our way of saying, 'We will never ever forget you.'

America must never forget. ~ JohnHuang2

THIS WEEK'S THREADS

09-09-02   911 Week, Day ONE
09-10-02   911 Week, Day TWO

[ST.LOUIE1]

Oh, louie, that is a beautiful post! Thank you ((((((hugs))))))).

Thank you, sweetbear. : )

So is yours. : )

Hugs back!

[JohnHuang2]

Re: #104 -- thank you so much for the warm compliments, my friend. God bless.

[Libertina]

Glad you're here Pippin! And thanks for sharing some of the SSA ceremony with us. And here is some great information about our Proud American Flag.

Have you ever wondered?
Red, white, and blue make a striking color combination, but have you ever wondered if there is any special meaning associated with those colors or with the five pointed white stars on our "star spangled banner?"

On June 14, 1777, Congress adopted a resolution calling for a flag with thirteen stripes, alternating red and white, and with a blue canton or "union", with thirteen white stars. The resolution defined the significance of the colors: "White signifies Purity and Innocence; Red, Hardiness and Valor; Blue, Vigilance, Perseverance and Justice."

The thirteen stripes and thirteen stars, of course, represented the original thirteen colonies. The five pointed stars used as a symbol in flag design was relatively rare until its incorporation into the American flag. It has since been used in many state flags and in foreign flags, including Puerto Rico, Uruguay, and the once sovereign nations of the Republic of Texas and the Kingdom of Hawaii. Based on the American usage, the star has come to be associated in flag design with unity, independence, or to represent the constituent parts of a nation.

Until 1818, an additional star and stripe was added as each new state was admitted to the Union. By 1816 it had become evident that the practice was not practical, and on April 4, 1816, a new scheme was made official. The Flag of the United States would have thirteen stripes, alternating red and white, and a blue canton on which a white star would be added for each state. Each star would be added to the flag on the July 4th following the admission of the new state to the Union.

Although the scheme of the flag was official, the law was vague about the exact layout of the flag. Thus, throughout the nineteenth century, a variety of star arrangements was in existence. The flag was very popular, and since it created a sense of unity among the states, the variations in its appearance were deemed unimportant.

In 1912, however, the government specified official patterns, proportions and colors, giving us the Flag we know today.
Long May She Wave!

[dansangel]

Hello to all of my FReeper FRiends,

When I got up this morning, I wasn't sure of what frame of mind I would be in today. When I went to bed early last evening, my heart was heavy. In geting dressed for work, I made sure I wore my Stars 'n Stripes shirt that looks as though it was made from a flag. After feeling so disgusted yesterday following the "class discussion" we had in the morning, I didn't know what today would bring.

At first, I didn't see too many people walking by my office with patriotic colors displayed. That made me angry. Only a few people commented to me about my attire, most of the others averted their eyes when they saw me. My mood really starten to darken. But then, around 8:40, one of the department managers came around and asked if I would like to join her group for the Moment of Silent Prayer. My first inclination was to decline and just keep to myself in my office, but then I thought, what the heck?

Her people were gathered over in one corner, each one holding hands with their neighbor. I broke in between two people and grasped their hands. The manager then began an invocation that brought me to tears.

She prayed to the Almighty Father asking for His blessings for the victims and the victims' families. She asked Him to bless and keep safe our police, fire and emergency personnel. She asked Him to shower blessings upon our military people and those that govern us. She asked Our Father to bless and guide our President and those who work with him. She prayed for world peace and asked that Our Lord would bless and watch over all of us and our families.

Her prayer lasted several minutes and through it all, someone had left a radio on in their cube. The radio announced the arrival of President Bush and the ensuing moment of silence. I couldn't help myself as I dissolved in tears - tears of hurt, anger, sadness and frustration.

Underneath it all, I felt a great weight lift from my shoulders. Today is a day of depthless and boundless sorrows. Yet, I saw beyond the pettiness and uncaring attitudes of some of my fellow co-workers and I felt HOPE. When I looked more closely at some of my co-workers, I saw that those who had either forgotten or chosen not to wear red, white and blue today were now wearing 4" x 5" sticker flags on their clothes that someone had passed around. Just seeing those little stick-on flags filled me with joy.

Yes, there IS HOPE!

God Bless all of you, my dear FReeper FRiends, from one very proud American.

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[Mama_Bear]

I just received a ping to this thread........Signs In Shops In England. It is touching that so many of the businesses in England are observing a moment of silence in memory of those we lost on 9-11.

[Libertina]

Dear Dansangel, what began as a dark day, turned into a day of fait, fellowship, and pride. Thank you for sharing that with us. In spite of some unevolved beings in your office, you sound as if you have some great co-workers & bosses.

When I turned on my computer today and came to FR, my flag was flying from the WA locale page. A Western Washington FReeper had put up a link to pictures of his new son. The day of mourning also included new life and love. It was comforting and timely.

[maxwell]

In memoriam...

American girls
And American guys
We'll always stand up and salute
We'll always recognize
When we see ole' glory flyin'
There's a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our heads

My daddy served in the army
When he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Till the day that he died
He wanted my mother
My brother
My sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free

Now there's places that I love
That's fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin' in
From somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man we lit up your world
Like a Fourth of July

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fists
And the Eagle will fly
And it's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bells
And It'll feel like the whole wide world
Is raining down on you
Ohhh....
Brought to you courtesy...
Of the RED, WHITE, and BLUE

Oh..Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
when you rattle his cage
You'll be sorry that you messed with
the U S of A
Cause we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the American way

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fists
And the Eagle will fly
And it's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bells
And It'll feel like the whole wide world
Is raining down on you
Ohhh....
Brought to you courtesy...
Of the RED, WHITE, and BLUE

Brought to you courtesy...
Of the RED, WHITE, and BLUE

[Mama_Bear]

Have I told you that I love the expressive way you write? I do. :-)

(((((((((((hugs to dansangel)))))))))))

[ST.LOUIE1]

Hi, Mix!

Hate to tell you, but I keep getting the dreaded box with the red X

Maybe it's just me?

[Libertina]

I just visited that thread Mama_Bear, but hadn't thought to link it here. Good going! What a heartening look at the "real" England. My heart grows everytime I feel that "world" connection.

[Mama_Bear]

And here is some great information about our Proud American Flag.

Thank you for this, and for coming to link hearts with us today. :-)

[ST.LOUIE1]

Howdy, Pip!

I'm glad you stopped 'lurking'. : )

[Pippin]

Thank You, Libertina, for the history of our flag.

[ST.LOUIE1]

Bumping your bump!

Hi, Lib! : )

[Pippin]

Hi. Louie!

(((((HUG))))))

I'm gad I stpooed kurking, too

=^)

[COB1]

What a heartwarming story, Angel!!
May God bless you for sharing that.

There is a thread which I would love to post that on with your permission.
It summarizes and epitomizes what I was trying to explain about today being a catharsis for America.
Thank you.

[ST.LOUIE1]

Yes, there IS HOPE!

Hope abounds! We are Americans, after all. : )

Afternoon, Angel.

[LadyX]

Thank you, Cobby.

These will be stored in my memory bank with those of Pearl Harbor - the Cold War - Korea - Vietnam - Desert Storm -
and all those of September 11, 2001 - -

~ The Day America and the World Changed - Forever ~

We will NOT Forget

[ST.LOUIE1]

Hi. Louie!
(((((HUG))))))

Made my day you did. : )

I'll be back later. I'm on a really fast track today. : (

[Pippin]

Louie, This is a beautiful post!