I was in Paris CDG airport that very moment, waiting in the AAirlines lounge for a flight to Boston, with other people waiting for NY. A crowd quickly gathered in front of the flat TV screens ; curious, I headed that way and all the schock and unbelief of the world hit me. People were in tears around me, especially those heading to NY. CNN was blaring news without knowing what was happening ("the Pentagon is on fire!"). Then "there was an explosion in the towers!"... a circling helicopter view... smoke, only smoke... and this weird feeling, not to see something that should be there and... it's not. Sh*t.
When I was able to come back 5 days later, I found Boston covered by flags, every house, every bridge across the I95. No race, no religion, no tall, short, lean, fat, ugly, dumb, clever, nothing. Just one voice, just the people of America, united in pain and sorrow.
i flew out of Newark airport that morning for business. we must have arrived around 6:30 or 7 am. as we got out of the cab my boss looked back at the city and said look at the world trade center it looks so weird. this sounds cheesy and like b.s. but as i looked across the river i could see the light from the sun as it was rising reflecting between the two towers making them look smaller at the bottom and wider at the top. that's the last view i had of the WTC. then we went inside and got on our 8:15 United airlines flight to Ohio and when we went to rent a car we heard the report of the first plane and listened as the rest unfolded on our way to the hotel. it wasn't til a couple of weeks later that we remembered the weird sunrise optical illusion. i didn't see the face of jesus in it or anything but in hindsight its a poignant coincidence.
The annoying thing about these "eerie" images it that they are always after the fact. Had someone seen this and gone "Oh My God the Word Trade Center buildings are going to be attacked!" I'd say good job, however finding a few things that seem to imply that a attack was going to happen after the fact is never impressive.
I wanted to write a post about 9/11, but every time I got started the only thing I could think of was how angry I am that OBL is still alive and free, six years later.
I just keep in mind that while OBL may still be free, he will have to answer to a Higher Authority eventually, one that he can't hide from.
We were living in Austin when 9/11 happened. I'd just fallen asleep after a long graveyard shift at Motorola, and my Mom called. Eric (hubby) answered...I half-heard the TV turn on, then I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew he was slamming the bedroom door open and shouting GET UP, DENITA! WE'RE AT WAR!
I thought he was joking. I came stumbling out of the bedroom and it took several seconds for me to realize that what was playing out on my television screen wasn't some cheesy movie. I don't remember much after that, just falling to my knees and crying out Why, Why, Why? over and over.
Later that day we went to the store to pick up a bunch of stuff. The silence was terrifying--the roads were virtually empty, and there was none of the usual rumble of jets and helicopters filling the airspace above. The local HEB had changed their PA radio to a local station rather than the usual store music. Radio commentators were losing their emotions at every turn, none of them could relate the unfolding events without bursting into tears or devolving into fury. I couldn't stop crying.
The phone rang non-stop for two days afterwards. Friends checking in on us, co-workers asking if we knew how this would affect our jobs, and family just letting us know they loved us. If it wasn't ringing, we were dialing out, checking on loved ones ourselves.
In the wake of such a horrifying tragedy, however, something wonderful was begotten: During that Holiday season, unsure of the fate of the nation and our lives, Eric and I spent more time together. And because of this, our son was born--one year and eight days after a group of men thought they could snuff all hope from our world.
PEOPLE PEOPLE ITS TIME I LIFT THE WOOL FROM YOUR EYES. Every conspiracy out there was committed by... THE US POST OFFICE!!! I fear my time is short now that I have announced this!
Nothing escape the all seeing eyes of the US Post office! Even the British soldiers in the War of 1812 were too afraid to burn down their building when they invaded Washington DC.
Let's take a moment and remember the lives of the innocent people lost-- the 100,000+ Afghani and Iraqi civilians killed by coalition weapons and tactics in reaction to the Saudi Arabian terrorist actions of 11/9/2001.
When I was able to come back 5 days later, I found Boston covered by flags, every house, every bridge across the I95. No race, no religion, no tall, short, lean, fat, ugly, dumb, clever, nothing. Just one voice, just the people of America, united in pain and sorrow.
The 2 days I'll remember forever.
We were living in Austin when 9/11 happened. I'd just fallen asleep after a long graveyard shift at Motorola, and my Mom called. Eric (hubby) answered...I half-heard the TV turn on, then I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew he was slamming the bedroom door open and shouting GET UP, DENITA! WE'RE AT WAR!
I thought he was joking. I came stumbling out of the bedroom and it took several seconds for me to realize that what was playing out on my television screen wasn't some cheesy movie. I don't remember much after that, just falling to my knees and crying out Why, Why, Why? over and over.
Later that day we went to the store to pick up a bunch of stuff. The silence was terrifying--the roads were virtually empty, and there was none of the usual rumble of jets and helicopters filling the airspace above. The local HEB had changed their PA radio to a local station rather than the usual store music. Radio commentators were losing their emotions at every turn, none of them could relate the unfolding events without bursting into tears or devolving into fury. I couldn't stop crying.
The phone rang non-stop for two days afterwards. Friends checking in on us, co-workers asking if we knew how this would affect our jobs, and family just letting us know they loved us. If it wasn't ringing, we were dialing out, checking on loved ones ourselves.
In the wake of such a horrifying tragedy, however, something wonderful was begotten: During that Holiday season, unsure of the fate of the nation and our lives, Eric and I spent more time together. And because of this, our son was born--one year and eight days after a group of men thought they could snuff all hope from our world.
--TwoDragons
Nothing escape the all seeing eyes of the US Post office! Even the British soldiers in the War of 1812 were too afraid to burn down their building when they invaded Washington DC.
*puts on his aluminum foil hat*
Why not remember the innocent people killed by the Iraqi and Afghan governments before Sept 11?
Is the coalition actually killing all those people? I think a few suicide bombers are helping out.