It has been nine years since terrorists attacked the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Please share your thoughts and memories on that event and its aftermath.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0j2BUYMULxI&feature=player_embedded
There are so many videos of this event and just seems each one is more heart wrenching than the last one. I am a New Yorker….left NY in 1980, but go back at least every year or two. I felt like a piece of myself died that day. I had always been very close with NYPD the FDNY and PAPD. A friend of mine who was an NYPD officer was killed while on duty shortly before this incident. This event.. at the time… was very guttural for me. I think those of us who were born and /or raised in NY for the most part are always part of the city. It’s in your blood. When I was a kid my Dad who was an electrician worked at the World Trade Center from the beginning of construction. He used to take me to the top floors when there were only girders and steel…no walls. We would get hooked up and walk around the edges. The wind would be blowing and when you looked down all you would see were the clouds below us! I will never forget that. For whatever the reason this 9/11 seems to be harder to deal with. Maybe it’s the crap that’s going on.
I hope the Country stands tall tomorrow on 9/11 and remembers.
Erin@IWsays
Well said, Stu. I don’t know what I can add except that I hope the families of the victims can have some peace today. On 9/11 we were all New Yorkers. We united then and I hope we can continue to unite.
Wendysays
On 9/11, I remember thinking that our country would never be the same. In a lot of ways it isn’t, but I am still amazed at how quickly life did return to normal. My prayers are with the families that lives will never be normal again. Our nation has a notoriously short memory. Let us never forget the tragedy of that day. And maybe for today, remember the way we came together as never before. When for a brief moment in time, the whole world stood with us as Americans.
HBsays
Woke up this morning w. a field of American flags lining the street. (We’re only 17 mins. from the Pentagon… felt & heard the thud!) Many military & government families live in our neighborhood…it’s the 8th year & most every home has a lit American flag.
WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN! GOD BLESS THIS WONDERFUL COUNTRY OF OURS!
Pam@IWsays
My son and I were talking a little bit about this last night. Many of my memories as a child and teenager blend in together and some only come back to me if I see a picture of something that nudges me into remembering something from that day. Two things that are very clear to me always are the assassination of President Kennedy and five years later, his brother Bobby. I can clearly remember where and what I was doing the day I found out and for several days after.
Unfortunately, 9/11 is that kind of day for my son. I imagine most young people will remember this day as a day that forever changed the way they viewed the world and most likely lost a part of their innocence.
My thoughts and prayers go out to all of the families that lost family members that day and to the heroic people that worked to try and save their lives. We will never forget.
Darlenesays
My heart remembers 9/11 and it’s sad to me today. My daughter asked me this morning why I put out a candle on the front stoop. It was difficult to explain to her in a way for a 5 year old without scaring her. God Bless!!
rhondasays
My niece was born on 09-11-01 just minutes before the first plane hit. Her father (my brother)is a corrections officer and I had left the hospital right before she was born to run an errand for him to the police academy where he was supposed to be. I remember for some odd reason, looking at the sky and actually commenting on how beautiful the day was. I came back to the hospital to hear that she had arrived and was elated. The nurses were talking about how a plane had hit the WTC and I remember thinking it was just a small plane that somehow got off course. I went to the family waiting room and saw the second plane hit on live tv. A man in the waiting room said this was no accident and a feeling of dread came over the room. After mom and baby were settled, I left the hospital and called my husband at work – he hadn’t even heard about any of this. While driving home, I heard the reports of a plane hitting the pentagon and the one that crashed in Pennsylvania. My daughter had been at college in Pennsylvania for 2 weeks. I couldn’t wait to get ahold of her to make sure she was okay. I live in NJ and there were several families in our who lost children and family members on that day. I pray that another event like this never happens again. God bless the families who lost someone dear.
Erin Katesays
I was in college at the time, and commuting from home to BGSU. My little brother came home from the doctor to tell me that we had been attacked and I thought he was joking; we turned on the TV just as the second plane hit. I left for my hour drive to work and it was all over the radio. I remember filling up my car when I got to school, thinking there was no way I would want to get gas on the way home and when I left some of the gas stations had run out of gas. I worked at the front desk of the library, and we brought TVs out so everyone could see what was going on. My class that evening wasn’t cancelled, so I went, presented my paper and drove home. What struck me most was the sky as I drove home, it was getting dark but the day had been so clear and beautiful that I was struck by how EMPTY it was–no planes, no clouds, nothing. Also by that afternoon most tractor trailer traffic was suspended so there were no trucks on the road that night (no one remembers that but me, however my drive that night was so eerie with the no planes, no trucks, etc.). The other thing I particularly remember is Muslim friends (international students) being afraid and wanting to go home, back overseas. That day really was such a beautiful day, nearly perfect weather-wise, and I don’t know why but that is what sticks with me most; it was such a contrast to what happened.
Anya@IWsays
Pam says…I imagine most young people will remember this day as a day that forever changed the way they viewed the world and most likely lost a part of their innocence.
Very true. I think all ages lost some innocence actually. Being born in the US, most of us are used to hearing about attacks happening “over there.”
I definitely get a little weepy thinking about the day of the attacks and the aftermath.
I am also sorry the solidarity we had as American citizens for a few short weeks did not last. That makes me sad.
Darlene, beautiful idea to put a candle out.
Jennie@IWsays
I remember that day vividly. It’s the reason I still turn on the news the minute I wake up; I woke up to the news and somehow I always expect that I will again in the future wake up to some similar horrific news.
Stu, my condolences on your friend.
Mary Gsays
Stu, what a great memory to have of the World Trade Center:
When I was a kid my Dad who was an electrician worked at the World Trade Center from the beginning of construction. He used to take me to the top floors when there were only girders and steel…no walls. We would get hooked up and walk around the edges. The wind would be blowing and when you looked down all you would see were the clouds below us! I will never forget that.
I turned on cable news that morning and watched in disbelief. My first impulse was to call my sister, who commuted to Washington, D.C. at that time. She had not left yet and had not heard anything, but during our call her husband, who also worked in D.C., returned home from an abbreviated trip, having heard the news on his car radio.
I cried many times for the people holding pictures of loved ones, hoping there was a chance they had survived. Although my views were pretty different from those of President Bush, I felt he did a great job leading the country through it’s grief during the early days after the tragedy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0j2BUYMULxI&feature=player_embedded
There are so many videos of this event and just seems each one is more heart wrenching than the last one. I am a New Yorker….left NY in 1980, but go back at least every year or two. I felt like a piece of myself died that day. I had always been very close with NYPD the FDNY and PAPD. A friend of mine who was an NYPD officer was killed while on duty shortly before this incident. This event.. at the time… was very guttural for me. I think those of us who were born and /or raised in NY for the most part are always part of the city. It’s in your blood. When I was a kid my Dad who was an electrician worked at the World Trade Center from the beginning of construction. He used to take me to the top floors when there were only girders and steel…no walls. We would get hooked up and walk around the edges. The wind would be blowing and when you looked down all you would see were the clouds below us! I will never forget that. For whatever the reason this 9/11 seems to be harder to deal with. Maybe it’s the crap that’s going on.
I hope the Country stands tall tomorrow on 9/11 and remembers.
Well said, Stu. I don’t know what I can add except that I hope the families of the victims can have some peace today. On 9/11 we were all New Yorkers. We united then and I hope we can continue to unite.
On 9/11, I remember thinking that our country would never be the same. In a lot of ways it isn’t, but I am still amazed at how quickly life did return to normal. My prayers are with the families that lives will never be normal again. Our nation has a notoriously short memory. Let us never forget the tragedy of that day. And maybe for today, remember the way we came together as never before. When for a brief moment in time, the whole world stood with us as Americans.
Woke up this morning w. a field of American flags lining the street. (We’re only 17 mins. from the Pentagon… felt & heard the thud!) Many military & government families live in our neighborhood…it’s the 8th year & most every home has a lit American flag.
WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN! GOD BLESS THIS WONDERFUL COUNTRY OF OURS!
My son and I were talking a little bit about this last night. Many of my memories as a child and teenager blend in together and some only come back to me if I see a picture of something that nudges me into remembering something from that day. Two things that are very clear to me always are the assassination of President Kennedy and five years later, his brother Bobby. I can clearly remember where and what I was doing the day I found out and for several days after.
Unfortunately, 9/11 is that kind of day for my son. I imagine most young people will remember this day as a day that forever changed the way they viewed the world and most likely lost a part of their innocence.
My thoughts and prayers go out to all of the families that lost family members that day and to the heroic people that worked to try and save their lives. We will never forget.
My heart remembers 9/11 and it’s sad to me today. My daughter asked me this morning why I put out a candle on the front stoop. It was difficult to explain to her in a way for a 5 year old without scaring her. God Bless!!
My niece was born on 09-11-01 just minutes before the first plane hit. Her father (my brother)is a corrections officer and I had left the hospital right before she was born to run an errand for him to the police academy where he was supposed to be. I remember for some odd reason, looking at the sky and actually commenting on how beautiful the day was. I came back to the hospital to hear that she had arrived and was elated. The nurses were talking about how a plane had hit the WTC and I remember thinking it was just a small plane that somehow got off course. I went to the family waiting room and saw the second plane hit on live tv. A man in the waiting room said this was no accident and a feeling of dread came over the room. After mom and baby were settled, I left the hospital and called my husband at work – he hadn’t even heard about any of this. While driving home, I heard the reports of a plane hitting the pentagon and the one that crashed in Pennsylvania. My daughter had been at college in Pennsylvania for 2 weeks. I couldn’t wait to get ahold of her to make sure she was okay. I live in NJ and there were several families in our who lost children and family members on that day. I pray that another event like this never happens again. God bless the families who lost someone dear.
I was in college at the time, and commuting from home to BGSU. My little brother came home from the doctor to tell me that we had been attacked and I thought he was joking; we turned on the TV just as the second plane hit. I left for my hour drive to work and it was all over the radio. I remember filling up my car when I got to school, thinking there was no way I would want to get gas on the way home and when I left some of the gas stations had run out of gas. I worked at the front desk of the library, and we brought TVs out so everyone could see what was going on. My class that evening wasn’t cancelled, so I went, presented my paper and drove home. What struck me most was the sky as I drove home, it was getting dark but the day had been so clear and beautiful that I was struck by how EMPTY it was–no planes, no clouds, nothing. Also by that afternoon most tractor trailer traffic was suspended so there were no trucks on the road that night (no one remembers that but me, however my drive that night was so eerie with the no planes, no trucks, etc.). The other thing I particularly remember is Muslim friends (international students) being afraid and wanting to go home, back overseas. That day really was such a beautiful day, nearly perfect weather-wise, and I don’t know why but that is what sticks with me most; it was such a contrast to what happened.
Pam says…I imagine most young people will remember this day as a day that forever changed the way they viewed the world and most likely lost a part of their innocence.
Very true. I think all ages lost some innocence actually. Being born in the US, most of us are used to hearing about attacks happening “over there.”
I definitely get a little weepy thinking about the day of the attacks and the aftermath.
I am also sorry the solidarity we had as American citizens for a few short weeks did not last. That makes me sad.
Darlene, beautiful idea to put a candle out.
I remember that day vividly. It’s the reason I still turn on the news the minute I wake up; I woke up to the news and somehow I always expect that I will again in the future wake up to some similar horrific news.
Stu, my condolences on your friend.
Stu, what a great memory to have of the World Trade Center:
When I was a kid my Dad who was an electrician worked at the World Trade Center from the beginning of construction. He used to take me to the top floors when there were only girders and steel…no walls. We would get hooked up and walk around the edges. The wind would be blowing and when you looked down all you would see were the clouds below us! I will never forget that.
I turned on cable news that morning and watched in disbelief. My first impulse was to call my sister, who commuted to Washington, D.C. at that time. She had not left yet and had not heard anything, but during our call her husband, who also worked in D.C., returned home from an abbreviated trip, having heard the news on his car radio.
I cried many times for the people holding pictures of loved ones, hoping there was a chance they had survived. Although my views were pretty different from those of President Bush, I felt he did a great job leading the country through it’s grief during the early days after the tragedy.