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"Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children." ~President George W. Bush, November 11, 2001
And many of us will remember the supreme incompetence of our government who was in power then, before and after 9/11. I'm doing everything in my power to make sure the bush mini-me's never again get to sit in the seat of power in this country.
Never forget.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/11/opinion/the-bush-white-house-was-deaf-to-9-11-warnings.html?_r=1
Rather than go further off topic, I'll continue.
Today reminds me of that other Tuesday. In both cases a sunny, cloudless sky on a beautiful September day. In 2001, I had a meeting with software vendors who came in from San Diego (and later had to rent a car to get home since airlines were grounded). About a half hour into the meeting my wife called my office and told our admin that a plane had crashed into a building in New York. The admin brought a note into the meeting advising of same. I thought 'What a terrible accident, now let's continue talking software.'
Minutes later, I began to get emergency calls from employees reporting the second plane, then the third, then the fourth.
As manager of corporate security for a large financial services company with 3500 local employees and nearly a million square feet of space in local high rise buildings, I terminated the meeting and activated our emergency operations center. From there, we monitored TV coverage from multiple sources and began dusting off our contingency plans.
While the details of our local preparations have faded into distant memory, I'll never forget the urgency, the horror and the evil that I witnessed on the news coverage, nor will I ever forget the hours and days afterwards when our country came together as one, facing uncertainty with a common goal and objective.
Now in my late 50's, September 11th, 2001, continues to be the most influential day of my life. Not in a partisan, political way that others may prefer, but as a reminder that life is precious, calamity doesn't discriminate and evil surely does exist in this world. That's what I'll never forget.
My memory of the day is quite distinct. I had some thoughts that this just might be the beginning of the end. I was recalling last night sitting on the back porch after 9/11 and how odd it was not to have any domestic air flights over the house. It has certainly changed the course of our history and policy ever since. Whether real or imagined, I still don't feel as secure in high profile public gatherings or airports, Sometimes I wonder about our preceding generation and how significant the impact of Pearl Harbor must have been.
Yes, I too would like this to not turn into a political debate.
On that day, I was watching the Today Show, while getting ready to go in for a doctor's appointment.
At first, the newscasters were showing the top of the first tower, and guessing that it was a fire in the restaurant.
Then I saw another plane come in and hit the second tower. The newscaster (Katie Couric) hesitated....like maybe she couldn't believe what she saw. The she said something like "Why......that looked like it flew into the other tower on purpose." It was amazing how calm the newscasters were.
It was very upsetting.....and we all started realizing that these weren't accidents.
My children's school was on lock-down, or I probably would have gone and picked them up.
Not knowing what exactly was going on, I went ahead to the doctor's office. In the waiting room the TV was on and it seemed like alot of us were just stunned.
I looked over at an old man who had tears in his eyes and he said "Its war"..............
I was glad to get home and have my children and husband get home. We just didn't know what to expect.
The stories about the towers coming down just made me sick..........thinking of people running down all those steps, not really knowing that the entire building would come down on them, or those poor people in the planes who knew in just a few minutes, they would not be alive.....
It was just awful.........
My memory of Sep. 11, 2001 & the following weeks:
I turned on the radio, heard the news, and immediately called my sister. My Muslim Egyptian BIL & his two kids, then 8 & 11, had just returned from their summer in Egypt the day before, and I feared for their personal safety. They turned on the news, and my BIL stayed inside for the next 4 months. I went to work that day, at a university, and we rallied & provided a place for people to gather & talk about the events.
My BIL began to try to pass as Latino to avoid the racist attacks happening. His Mosque was attacked. When the first hijacker was identified & had the same name as my nephew, my sis went to his school to make sure they knew, and would protect her little 4th grader. Our family rallied around her family, and we all became outspoken in the face of the xenophobia & racism that appeared immediately. It was & remains a very political event, probably because I have Muslim family who has been targeted with hate crimes. The personal is political for my family. We did not go shopping.
ApatheticNoMore
9-11-12, 12:15pm
I'm sick of it. I'm not saying I didn't have the same reactions as many on the day of. But now, I just want back the Bill of Rights!!!! I want 9-11 hysteria TO END.
A few years after 9-11 we were instructed to wear red, white and blue to commemorate. I wore black, all black, pitch black from head to toe, black socks, black shoes. Because black is a way more appropriate attire for a FUNERAL (of those killed on 9-11) than red, white and blue anyway. Yea, I never got the flag waving either. But I get horror of mass murder, especially where you'd least expect it (I could pretend to be so worldly that I just knew something like that would happen, but whatever I wasn't).
Sad Eyed Lady
9-11-12, 12:28pm
I met a woman here on the Simple Living forums a few years (maybe a couple) before 9/11. We had emailed each other on a regular basis. Then on 9/11 I got a phone call; it was Heidi whom I had never met nor spoken to before. She called and I remember her saying: "when that second tower fell I just wanted to hear your voice.". How sweet that a friend I had never met, still haven't met, called to connect with another person 2,000 miles away having met here on these forums. Just a simple aside that I thought some of you might like to hear.
This day was truly tragic in so many ways but I am constantly reminded in the news of today's world that such experiences are part of daily life in many parts of the world and just as horribly tragic for the families and individuals facing them.
The horrors experienced worlwide are the creation of those who are intent on controlling others from religious, political, racial, and any other "you name it" motives because they see the others as something less than equally human and valuable as themselves.
I am also reminded how many people, places and countries pulled together and will and do pull together to assist those in need after Sept 11/01. The human being can be an extraordinary creature as well as a very cruel one.
Simpler at Fifty
9-11-12, 12:47pm
I remember the day too. Our company closed early twice in my 13 (at the time) year hx with them. Both times due to a blizzard. We closed early that day. All of the head honchos were in NY that day because our stock was going public. They stuck together and walked over a bridge and found an empty bus. They paid the driver to drive them back to the home office, a few states away. They wrote about their experience and put a book out internally.
I lived near a gas station then and there was a line a mile back because the media kept saying there would be no more gas after that day.
Everyone new someone who new someone who new someone that was there that day. I agree with RAZZ about people pulling together. Was there even a 'bucket list' prior to 9/11?
Equating the 9/11 tragedy with patriotism is something that has always seemed a shame to me.
I mourn those who died, both the brave and the not-so-brave (I would've been among the latter). It was a horrible event, made more horrible for us when we could not find our father-in-law, a Manhattan attorney who frequented the WTC. But equally horrible are the many mass killings all the way around the world, every year, every day, people killed for what they believe or how they worship or what color/ethnicity they are. I mourn them with equal fervor. I think rallying 'round the flag in these instances dehumanizes the victims, rubberstamps them as combatants, theirs against ours, and I won't support it. We are all people. We should all care about each other, regardless of whether they're on "our team" or not. No one deserves this fate, American or not.
I remember this day with gratitude (we found dad) and with deep, deep sadness that all of those innocent people, who committed no crime other than going to their jobs that day, lost their lives to extremists. But I wave no flags, I do not combat extremists by becoming an extremist myself, and like ANM I detest the erosion of the Bill of Rights that the whole event touched off. It is sad all around, and there will be no TV, radio, or newspapers read today in this house. I question revisiting this each year like it's the worst thing that ever happened on this planet.
It isn't.
Miss Cellane
9-11-12, 1:27pm
I remember thinking, "We're at war. We just don't know with who, yet," when the second plane hit.
My bosses kept us working and we sent out so many jobs to our clients with mistakes in them that day. Fortunately, the clients were understanding.
Because of 9/11, my baby brother is in Afghanistan today. After two tours in Iraq. My other brother was supposed to retire from the military this year, after 30 years of service. He won't be retiring this year, and is fighting to be able to retire after 31 years sometime next year.
All told, family members have done 11 tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan. We are lucky that they have all come back alive.
My heart breaks for the families of the 9/11 victims, and the families of the service people who have fought this war and died.
I really just want war, all war, to end.
ApatheticNoMore
9-11-12, 1:41pm
I remember thinking, "We're at war. We just don't know with who, yet," when the second plane hit.
In the same way I never got the flags, it's not that I saw them as bad really, I saw them as non sequitor, I also never understood the war framing rather than criminality framing (as an act of criminality) entirely either.
I was in Japan, just settling in for the evening, and turned on the tv to watch the progress of the typhoon that was bearing down on us. Like most of you, we thought it was just a tragic accident after the first plane, but as we watched the Japanese reporter, who was in the US on another story, we saw the second plane behind him. We sat up all night watching.
Of course we were in lock down for a few days while they accessed the dangers (not everyone likes us overseas ) Fortunately the Japanese really are our friends, and were so helpful in the following days and weeks, and beyond.
Observations:
politically, I was appalled by GW's reaction, or rather non-reaction. Even though I had not voted for the guy, I was certainly willing to give him a try and thought 'what harm can he do?' After that day, I realized with a sick feeling this was no commander in chief, he was NOT a leader and our country was in great peril from his reign. And no, jumping up on a pile of rubble with a megaphone does NOT make a leader.
*as a side note, I always laugh at the 'truthers' who tried to claim GW was somehow involved/responsible for 9/11. Really! Don't you think he would have cast himself in a better role/light if he were!
Another observation. There were many brave people, rescuers, that day, but then I think firefighters in general are pretty brave, but you know who the real heroes were? I'll tell you. The real heroes were the rescuers who ran INTO the second tower AFTER the first one came down. Up to that point it was unfathomable that they could, or would come down, but after that first one did, and the reality hit, the unbelievable bravery and heroism of those who still ran into the second tower to try to save people just brought tears to my eyes.
We were also watching the Today Show and I remember that they thought it was a small plane at first. I thought it was too bad because some people where probably hurt or killed, but accidents happen and from there I figured it was pretty much a New York story. We were leaving for Denver about an hour after that to pick up my BIL who is a Pakistani diplomat that was coming to spend the week with us. I went into my office to send off a few quick emails and my wife came in, looking very shaky, and said, "another plane just hit the other tower, they now think both planes were jets". At that very moment there was no doubt in our minds what had really happened.
We left for Denver and listened to the radio all the way (about 3 1/2 hours). BIL was in the air heading from Miami to Denver. His plane landed in Shreveport, Louisiana. He called us from there and we told him to run as fast as he could to get a rental car and start heading north and west. We did not know what anyone might do to a man of his obviously middle eastern heritage so we told him to stop only for gas and food and even then to go through the drive-thru. He did manage to get a car and made it to our house in record time. In defense of the good people of LA and everywhere else in between he did not have a single negative encounter along the way.
It was surreal for us because we did not see the towers collapse, we only heard the report on the radio. At first it was hard to grasp what the reporter was even talking about. When we got to Denver we pulled into a large furniture/electronics store and stood in front of their TV's with 5 or 6 other people for what seemed like hours, just watching the scene replay over and over.
So many sad, sad stories about the victims. One of the planes that went down was carrying a young boy who had won some sort of science (?) award and was on his way to California (?) with his teacher to attend some science-related thing. He was so proud to have been chosen...........
I can't imagine having my family member calling me from one of the planes, or from the towers, saying goodbye..........
Miss Cellane
9-11-12, 5:18pm
At the time, I lived about a three hours drive from NYC. On the Thursday after 9/11, the wind shifted and we got this odd smell. It was confirmed that we were getting the ashes, the very light particulates, that came from the WTC.
Two weeks later, the newspapers started to run the obituaries of those from the area who had died. It was eerie, seeing three or four in a row with the same date of death.
I didn't know anyone who was in the towers because I was a transplant to the area. Many, many people I knew lost relatives and friends there. My brother lost two good friends in the Pentagon. He'd been working in the area the plane hit and had only transferred to a new duty station two weeks before 9/11.
I had just started on a trip in British Columbia the day before, with my wife, daughter, and mother-in-law. My mother-in-law was leading a several-week-long archeological expedition to the area. We woke up in the morning to hear of the attacks in progress, and gathered in the lodge commons room to watch a TV the lodge staff had dragged out and set up. They brought us food and drink while we watched the events unfold.
We had a discussion afterwards about the wisdom of proceeding with the expedition - most of us decided to continue on. At that time I was anticipating further attacks, and there was a strong temptation to return to my island fortress and hole up. However, we were headed into the back-of-beyond in Canada, and had enough gear to survive a winter up there if need be, so might as well go on.
Every place we arrived, the Canadians were incredibly nice and helpful, and clearly just as affected as we were, I got the feeling we were all just one North American family trying to deal with a tragedy.
When I rolled back south across the border, some weeks later, in my Hummer H1 packed to the roof with survival/expedition gear, the border patrol guy looked at us, asked us when we'd entered Canada, then offered us the option of "sending in the inspection dog into your truck, or having to unpack it all on these tables here". We went with the nice dog, who was clearly glad of his job.
I had been in NYC just a week or so before, and had stopped in to visit with some people I worked with in one of the Towers. My wife and young daughter had been with me on the trip, and were shopping while I looked in. 658 people died at their company on 9/11, many of whom I'd worked with quite a bit. The rubble of the attack crushed the area my wife had been standing waiting for me at, just days before. My company received real-time telemetry as some of our gear in the buildings went offline, it was pretty eerie.
The events of the day didn't really change my life, so much as they woke me up to the great danger extremist nutcases present to us, even here in civilized countries. Before, it was a vague, distant threat that mostly happened in other places, this brought it home.
I still feel incredible sadness when I think upon the day. And the events that followed.
I was already crying that morning. I'd just had to put my golden retriever to sleep the night before. Turned on the news when a friend called in time to watch the 2nd plane come across the sky. The boys were babies so the day carried on.
That next weekend we were scheduled to do a show and I thought we should cancel. DH said we should go on. It was quiet the whole weekend but people were out...they needed an escape from the TV....and they were buying. I felt guilty (it was one of our best shows ever) but so many people said 'thanks for being here, even with all that has happened'. I can't remember if it was Saturday or Sunday when they allowed the first planes to fly but I remember hearing the first commercial jet come over the show with an air force escort. We all just stopped what we were doing and watched.
Dad was in Oregon visiting my brother and was scheduled to fly that day and ended up taking a very long bus ride home. He met a lot of interesting people with stories.
A few days later when I rec'd my dog's ashes, as I was spreading them around in Levi's favorite places I was actually saying a little prayer for the fallen as well.
We were also in BC on 9/11. We were staying in a hotel in Vancouver. We had arrived the night before by plane. We went down stairs to eat breakfast and everyone was watching TV in the lobby. They were showing the plans crash into the towers. Tha Canadians were very kind and protective of us Americans visiting.
happystuff
9-11-12, 6:03pm
I remember the panic, fear and hysteria of not knowing of the where-abouts of one of my sisters - she worked in NYC. After FINALLY learning that she was okay, I was consumed by the thought of all those people who didn't have the answers about loved ones that I finally got. I remember being overcome with grief and sadness as I learned of more and more deaths that touched my little piece of the world. Screw politics and screw politicians - dead is dead; and when death really touches you in ANY way... well, you know it forever.
I was on my way out the door to work and stopped to talk to DH about some icky money issues. The TV was on, the Today Show, and I noticed that they were covering the news that some kind of a plane crashed into the tower. My first thought was, "Gee, it's a clear, beautiful day.. How did the pilot not see the building?" So funny how naive we were.
Then the reports of the second plane and DH and I just stood there in place staring at the screen... then hearing about the crash at the Pentagon, then the plane unaccounted for in PA. I was still standing right there where I had begun the conversation with DH, laptop bag over my shoulder. Then the first tower came down, and I sat down at last. F15s were in the skies above my house. It was just unbelievable.
The most haunting memories I have are the ones that they showed right after the first plane hit of people hanging out the windows on the floors above the crash, waving handkerchiefs, flagging for help. It's hard to let go of those images. At that point, I thought it was just a matter of time before the fire department would figure out a way to rescue them, but that time never came.
Somehow those pressing money issues that started the day just seemed to disappear.
San Onofre Guy
9-11-12, 7:41pm
It was different for me living on the West Coast. My first impression was that the warmongers will jump on this and people will jump out of the woodwork wanting money. Sad to say that my first impression was correct.
We started numerous wars.
Funded wasteful government projects.
Gave rich widows on Long Island huge payments so they wouldn't sue the airlines.
Elevated firefighters to hero status, newsflash here, they didn't save many people and due to poor tactics and lack of organization many died. No one criticized the leadership or lack thereof in the fire and police service.
I do have compassion for the victims, I just don't think that we need another day to recognize.
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There was one American in space on 9/11. Here is his recollection as posted in the NASA website.
Astronaut Frank Culbertson Letter from September 11, 200109.11.01 Editor's Note:The following is the text of a letter from Expedition Three Commander Frank L. Culbertson (Captain, USN Retired), reflecting on the events of September 11.
September 12, 2001; 19:34 hours
I haven't written very much about specifics of this mission during the month I've been here, mainly for two reasons: the first being that there has been very little time to do that kind of writing, and secondly because I'm not sure how comfortable I am sharing thoughts I share with family and friends with the rest of the world.
Well, obviously the world changed today. What I say or do is very minor compared to the significance of what happened to our country today when it was attacked by .... by whom? Terrorists is all we know, I guess. Hard to know at whom to direct our anger and fear...
I had just finished a number of tasks this morning, the most time-consuming being the physical exams of all crew members. In a private conversation following that, the might be at risk. They never skipped a beat, even when relocating control centers. And a group of senior personnel and friends gave us a pretty thorough briefing on what was known and what was being done in the government and at NASA on Tuesday afternoon, which was very helpful and kind of them to do in the midst of all the turmoil. The Russian TsUP has also been supportive and helpful, trying to uplink news articles when our own assets were inoperable, and saying kind words...
My crewmates have been great, too. They know it's been a tough day for me and the folks on the ground, and they've tried to be as even keeled and helpful as possible. Michael even fixed me my favorite Borscht soup for dinner. And they give me plenty of room to think when I needed it. They are very sympathetic and of course outraged at whoever would do this.
I know so many people in Washington, so many people who travel to DC and NYC, so many who are pilots, that I felt sure I would receive at least a few pieces of bad news over the next few days. I got the first one today when I learned that the Captain of the American Airlines jet that hit the Pentagon was Chic Burlingame, a classmate of mine. I met Chic during plebe summer when we were in the D&B together, and we had lots of classes together. I can't imagine what he must of gone through, and now I hear that he may have risen further than we can even think of by possibly preventing his plane from being the one to attack the White House. What a terrible loss, but I'm sure Chic was fighting bravely to the end. And tears don't flow the same in space...
It's difficult to describe how it feels to be the only American completely off the planet at a time such as this. The feeling that I should be there with all of you, dealing with this, helping in some way, is overwhelming. I know that we are on the threshold (or beyond) of a terrible shift in the history of the world. Many things will never be the same again after September 11, 2001. Not just for the thousands and thousands of people directly affected by these horrendous acts of terrorism, but probably for all of us. We will find ourselves feeling differently about dozens of things, including probably space exploration, unfortunately.
It's horrible to see smoke pouring from wounds in your own country from such a fantastic vantage point. The dichotomy of being on a spacecraft dedicated to improving life on the earth and watching life being destroyed by such willful, terrible acts is jolting to the psyche, no matter who you are. And the knowledge that everything will be different than when we launched by the time we land is a little disconcerting. I have confidence in our country and in our leadership that we will do everything possible to better defend her and our families, and to bring justice for what has been done. I have confidence that the good people at NASA will do everything necessary to continue our mission safely and return us safely at the right time. And I miss all of you very much. I can't be there with you in person, and we have a long way to go to complete our mission, but be certain that my heart is with you, and know you are in my prayers.
Humbly,
Frank
I was the compliance officer for a bank at that time. So I had to write the policy and procedures to comply with the Patroit Act. It was hard to believe what banking information we were required to track and report to the government on our custermers. We were not allowed to inform our customers we were reporting information on them to the government.
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I have a problem with this visual bae, and I think this is it... there were real people on those planes, and real people in those towers, and they had nothing to do with the destruction of the Bill of Rights, or our freedoms. They died, as innocently as they went to work that morning, as any of us went to work that morning. To equate them with the destruction of the Bill of Rights is wrong, and a shameful devaluation of their memory.
Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, and Co. are the architects of the destruction of our rights. They did it, not the people on the planes, the people in the towers or even the madmen fundamentalist driving the planes. The Bush/republican neocon administration did it. And, learning more and more about the Bush administration (really Cheney) I believe they would have found some other reason to do this if this hadn't happened. 9/11 just gave them a really easy way to justify their goals.
The people on the planes and in the towers were no more responsible than you or I. Let's be honest here. Let's lay the blame on the doorstep of those who did it, for once. Post a picture of the real culprits, if you dare.
I had just arrived at work after hearing on the radio that both towers had been hit. I got to the office and went to watch TV at the cafeteria with other employees when we watched the second tower fall. The newscaster announced it, we had just watched it happen in real time, but we still could not believe it. Everyone was silent, finally one woman asked "did they just say that the second tower fell?" No response except shocked silence.
Later that morning a co-worker who was born in Europe but later became a U.S. citizen speculated that the attack was blowback from U.S. dealings in the middle East. Another co-worker just looked at him and said "Not today. I don't want to hear that today", and walked away.
The weather today was identical to that day.
I worked and lived about 30 minutes from Manhattan and our window at work looked out that way. We saw the smoke for days and days. It was eerie not hearing any airplanes going to and from Newark Airport.
I had the next day off from work; my mom and I were going to NYC to see a Broadway show. I was in midtown Manhattan the day a bomb went off in the WTC parking garage many years ago.
Among the many images from that day, one that I remember was the doctors and nurses outside the hospitals with stretchers, waiting to treat the wounded people, when many of the people were beyond saving.
The horrible photos of people jumping out of the buildings, flailing their arms as if they were attempting to land on their feet...oh, too awful to think about. These same people woke up that day, had breakfast, and chose their clothes just like any other day, having no idea what was to come.
For awhile it was difficult to spot the tip of Manhattan when travelling on the NJ Turnpike to the city without those two tall buildings as a landmark. Now there is a new, even taller building there. Why not just paint a giant bullseye on it? It happened once, it could happen again.
Other memories: I had attended a business meeting in the South Tower a few years earlier - 102nd floor. I remembered the security process even when you were an expected guest - security left over from the 1993 bombing. We found out after the 9/11 attack that one of the men we had worked with there had literally been almost the last person to get out alive. Another secretary who had worked in that office had avoided harm because she had been reading a magazine article on her subway ride to work that was so engrossing that she had gone several stops past her usual stop. By the time she got turned around on her way back to work, the tower had already been hit.
Also, my nephew attended first grade right near the towers. Their school windows faced the towers and the kids watched the initial moments of the event happen until his teacher quickly closed the blinds. He told his parents later that he wondered "why people were flying" (meaning the ones who had jumped or fallen from the towers).
I remember getting in the car after swimming with my master's group and hearing the snippets on the radio. I stopped to get some bagels for breakfast then went home and turned on the TV while I got ready for work, then rode my bike to work with headphones, the one and only time I've ever done that. Later I found out the captain of my high school swim team was killed in the attack. She would have been about 25 at the time. I sent her parents a card even though I hadn't really kept in touch with her since we graduated. My cousin had an appointment at the WTC for later that day but luckily well after the towers were hit so she just went home. Another cousin who is trained as a nurse went to Manhattan to do triage but there weren't many living victims. Somehow all my NYC relatives survived, and then my sister moved there for a couple of years. Go figure. DH has never seen Ground 0 nor NYC so we plan to visit in November on what will be the 4 year anniversary of his father's death.
I was off work for a month, as I'd gotten laid off about two weeks before 9/11. I'd had an interview and was waiting on the results of drug tests and such. I'd fallen asleep with the local AM news/talk station on the evening before. I woke up about 15 minutes after the first plane hit. I remember wondering why Peter Jennings' voice was coming out of my radio. I listened for a minute and then ran into the closet to pull my TV out, where it had been put away for the summer.
I lived in Chicago's Lincoln Park neighborhood at the time, very close to the lakefront, about 3 miles north of downtown. All we heard for some days were the fighter jets overhead. I had a friend who then worked for a federal gov't agency downtown. Her office closed early, and we had lunch together in a neighborhood hole in the wall, watching the TV.
I had met for the first time ever DH 2 weeks earlier at a horse show He is a firefighter . We had just had our first date on the 9th of September... On 9-11 I got up and started my day as I always do : cleaning stalls and feed horses before I went to work with NPR on the radio.. The news was on and there was something about an airplane crashing into WTC .. I did think that much opf it... thought that was a Cessena or someother small plane... But it the talk continued... The I thought that there is more to it than than jsut a small plane... I went in to turn on the TV .... I had an old TV and sometimes it would work and someime it would not... I am not a TV person so replacing it was not a priority... It did come on that morning I saw the first tower I grabbed the phone to call my new friend ( he lived about 60 miles away) to tell him .. His voice mail came on just as the second plane hit .....
I finally got to talk to him... He was very upset... There is a huge huge brotherhood of all firefighters all over the world. I did not understand just how deep it was until I met DH He drove all the way over to my place that day because he did not want to be alone.. The next day although it was not his shift, he went to work, just to be with his Brothers
A very good movie that starred Robert De Neiro is called " The Guys"
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