Greetings to all at the Canteen!
To all our military men and women, past and present,
Posted on 09/06/2022 6:00:04 PM PDT by luvie
Greetings to all at the Canteen!
To all our military men and women, past and present,
I hadn't been asleep long when Hubby woke me up, saying something about war. In my sleep fog, I thought there'd been a large cat fight and the house was torn up. I stormed into the family room, roaring at the cats, and was shocked to see them all just lying around.
Then Hubby said, "No, the cats are fine. I said I think we're at war," and pointed to the TV. There were the Trade Towers with smoke billowing. He'd been at the garage working on a car when he heard about the attacks on the radio. He came to the house, turned on the TV, then woke me up when he saw the horror on the screen.
Then the Pentagon was hit, then the plane came down in PA. That's when we got in gear, gassing up the vehicles and heading out for more groceries and other supplies. We didn't know what was going to happen next.
I didn't sleep for two days. Just sat in front of the TV, watching and wondering when the next shoe would drop.
Howdy, Kathy.
GOOD LUCK this week!!!!!! It sounds like it’s gotten off to a rough start. :-(
Had dropped my first wife off for a flight a couple of hours earlier for a convention in SFO.
Her flight got off but by then they had issued the nationwide no fly. Ended up driving down to pick her up a few days later.
When we got back I tried to rejoin but they said I was to old...
Woke up, turned on Fox, one tower was already hit. My sister called. I told her a plane must have flown into the building. Then I saw the 2nd plane. I was yelling at her to turn on the TV.
I had to go to work that afternoon. I didn’t want to. It was a long day.
Thank you Luv
Every year I MUST watch
CBS's 9/11 ( A Documentary by Gédéon & Jules Naudet )
It's heartwrenching and raw. It reminds me to never EVER forget!
My mother had reposed 18 months earlier...and I was thankful because she was such a chronic worrier. (She would have been a gloved and triple-masked hibernator during COVID)
The silent skies were eerie, for days on end. And the absence of contrails contributed to one of our driest Septembers and Octobers ever.
I was at work on 11SEP2001 ... and on 12SEP2001 the entire focus of my work was changed.
God bless you and your firefighter brethren.
It was a crazy, chaotic day, but hearing “All U.S. airspace is now closed” on the radio really drove home how very somber the event was.
For me, September 11, 2001 started early. At around two in the morning, a friend of mine called me to announce that he had acquired a couple of hard-to-get tickets for the USC-Notre Dame game, and he considered it important to wake me up to tell me the good news. I was overjoyed, and it was hard to get back to sleep.
I woke up later than usual, and when I was taking out some trash, I overheard something on a neighbor’s TV about a calamity taking place in New York. When I turned on my TV, the World Trade Center had already been destroyed, but Flight 93 was still in the air. I looked at my 1956 calendar (which read the same as a 2001 calendar) hanging on the wall and noticed that it was September 11, which would from that point on mark a historic anniversary. I had always celebrated that date as the anniversary of the overthrow of Salvador Allende’s Communist regime in Chile, a major Cold War victory for the West—and I still celebrate that event.
One of the first things I did that morning was to log in to FR, where I was posting under a different handle. Later in the day, there was joy expressed on FR at the news of an air raid on Kabul, but it turned out to have been launched by Afghan rebels rather than our Air Force.
By the way, we made it to the Notre Dame game—at South Bend, Ind. When we rented a car after landing in Chicago, we noticed that nearly every car on the lot had an out-of-state plate, and they were from all over the US. This was probably the result of travelers using rental cars to reach their destinations after President Bush ordered all airliners to immediately land.
I hope it’s over soon and that tomorrow is much, much better. {{hug}}
Poor kitties is right. Several of them scattered when I roared into the room. LOL It was ugly.
They’d been acting a little odd before I went to bed so it was easy to believe they’d gotten wound up while I slept.
I felt very uneasy and couldn’t go to sleep, though I had no idea why I felt that way. Just a weird vibe in the air or something.
I always watch the same documentary, as well as others. The one by Gédéon and Jules is the best but there are many others that are very good too.
We're one for all and we're all for one.
They'll get a lickin' before we're done.
Millions of voices are ringing,
Singing as we march along.
We did it before and we can do it again
and we will do it again,
We'll knock them over and then we'll get
the guy in back of them;
We did it before, we'll do it again.
The Oregon contingent had intended to fly from Portland to San Jose but couldn’t because the skies were closed. The California contingent was at their emergency stations. We sat in our motel rooms in San Jose watching the horror unfold on CNN. The skies were empty except for fighter jets going by every few minutes.
The conference never happened.
The lack of planes in the sky was creepy as all get-out. We’re under the flight path between Nashville and Atlanta so the skies are pretty busy, day and night. Seeing nothing in the sky for several days was unnerving.
Your memory is better than mine. LOL I remember nothing about the weather that fall.
Didn’t those rail dudes from Oregon not even think of going by RAIL to the conference? LOL! Just sounds funny. Sorry.
We gave them hell mercilessly for not taking the train.
Good for you! LOL
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