Remember the day...the day no planes flew.
We have not forgotten the days of infamy.
The debt is still due.
I got up and logged in to FR and the news was coming in.
I went to work just in time to see the second plane hit.
Then Shanksville, and the Pentagon.
Never, never, never forget!
“Remember the day...the day no planes flew.”
I was still in bed and my wife told me. I thought a small plane and rolled over. She came in a bit later and made me get up. It was my birthday.
I just thought the worst. Tens of thousands of people dead. The financial system crippled. It is amazing to me that the death toll wasn’t 10 to 20 times more than what it was. I told our kids “This changes everything.” I’m glad that I was wrong. Although I wish it would have changed the muslim threat - that continues to go on unchecked.
I remember every night for a week(?) going outside to listen to the prop airplane way up high as it flew south to north along the west coast until Canada I presume. A couple of hours later I would go outside and listen as it headed south again.
And another clear-blue sky afternoon at the welcome back to grade-school family picnic. Everyone was trying their best to act normal.
Then a little girl with a shout (of surprise - not of fear) “There’s an airplane!!” and everyone turned to watch it. I thought that was pretty amazing how much attention an airplane in the sky got.