Posted on 09/12/2007 7:37:17 AM PDT by Mr. Silverback
It could have been done justifiably on 11 and 12 Sept 01. After that it would have been unjustifiable.
Thank God Al Gore isn’t president....
Also where is that louse CLINTON.
My thoughts were for all of the babies/kids that didn’t have a mama or a daddy anymore, and how it would affect them so deeply for the rest of their lives. I wanted to reach out and hold each and every one of them and comfort them. I wanted to get in my car and drive to New York and just be there to hold people who were devastated.
Thank you, Mr. Silverback, for renewing that feeling in my heart. We should still feel that way. Every day.
Little Ray, I felt the same way, after I got over the initial sadness and shock. I wanted to turn Iraq, Iran, Saudi Arabia, etc. into a parking lot.
Within a day or two I thought that there might be a new victim group in the making. I was right.
The thought I had that day, which has haunted me every since, is the desperation that faced the people who had to choose between burning to death or jumping out of the 85(+) floor. I can’t go up into a high building, even an atrium, without that thought going through my head.
The other thought that I had, and continue to have, is that I witnessed a mass murder. That every picture that showed people in the towers above the impact zone was actually relecting the living dead.
I will never forget!
Interesting post
My only thoughts that day were how to get in touch with the Navy recruiters...
...which I managed to get a call back on 9/13....
...only to be told, for the first time EVER in my life...
...I was too old to go back to active duty!!!!!
...still steamed about that...
HA, that reeks!!!
I didn’t even want to go to sleep the night of 9/11, because I was sure that I would wake up to an even more horrific scenario. My mother finally persuaded me to go to bed by telling me, “The National Guard is here, and we have military jets patrolling the skies. We’ve never been more safe than we are right now.” I did go to bed, but I stayed awake listening to the radio until after 3 am, hunting for any scrap of news.
The next day, the silence was eerie. The streets were empty, and the second I went outside the horrible stench from Ground Zero hit me right in the face and made me gag. My house is about 7 or 8 miles away from where the Twin Towers stood, and for the next three weeks that smell would greet me when the wind shifted a certain way.
My other memory from 9/12 is opening the New York Daily News, and staring at two photos. One was of a severed hand lying in the dirt, and the other was of a man falling from one of the towers. Those photos filled me with horror and a deep sadness. Anger came later, when I first saw the images of the Palestinians celebrating the attacks. Those pictures made me shake with rage. They still do. We need to remember those images too.
I felt safe with Bush in charge. For several reasons, one being that he had grounded all non-military aircraft so they couldn't use that method. Two, that Bush seemed madder than I was, if that was possible. Three, that our military personnel were on high alert, that the reserve and guard units were pulled to active duty and fact that my husband'' military unit was guarding “our skies”.
I remember thinking, “Thank God Bush is our President”.
I remember being both sad and furious.
I remember being so grateful that my loved ones were alive.
I remember the contractor who was shopping at the hardware store next door to where I worked, buying every mask & pair of gloves that he could get his hands on, to bring them to NYC.
I remember my friend and I taking up a collection and then going to the local pet shop to buy dog food for the rescue dogs, and loading it onto the aforementioned contractor’s truck.
I was thinking, finally the Kingdom of Saud would meet their end, boy was I wrong. Blackbird.
I can tell you that once the second plane hit I dispensed with feelings of horror and disbelief. The one word that came to mind was RESOLVE and thinking whether this country, it’s media and this government had it and would sustain it.
I was very saddened and very angry. I thought our country shared my thoughts and emotions. I foresaw a determantion and resolve to finally getting around to protecting our country; stronger military presence, secure borders, using our energy resources in ANWAR, the Gulf, etc. I knew air travel would never be the same.
I was so pre-occupied with my thoughts that I rear-ended a car on my way to work that morning (luckily it was low speed with no damage or injury).
Boy was I ever wrong about my assessment of our collective determination and resolve. Hopefully, we will do what needs to be done after the next attack.
I was thinking how bad our neighborhood smelled. We lived about 35 mi west of Manhattan, and could see the top of the WTC on a clear day from the main through street. On Sep 12, a neighbor friend called and said “Can you believe that smell?” I opened the front door and it hung in the air - a nasty sulfuric burning like nothing I’d ever smelled.
I was also thinking how thankful I was that my husband no longer took the Path train from NJ to the WTC station every morning, because he had switched jobs a few months before 9/11.
Was also wondering, like a lot of freepers, how long it would be before we responded. And praying they would pull some people alive out of the rubble during the nonstop TV coverage we were all watching. And at the same time, still stunned and disbelieving.
Oh, and OFTEN in the following days/weeks - thank You God, that Bush is president and not Gore.
First thing I thought of was that we were in the last days
and that Jesus must be getting ready to return.
Then I really hoped that President Bush would use all of our military might to go take out those murderous terrorists.
I was also thinking that I didn’t look forward to going to work on the 9th floor of our 11 story building in Phoenix. Now, 6 years later, I still work in the same building, changed jobs and now work on the 10th Floor!
I was still in shock hoping it hadn’t really happened. Just one bad sick dream. It was agonizing to think of the ones killed, still trapped & the family members with the pictures looking for some kind of hope. Couldn’t pull myself away from the TV even with my family telling me I needed to “stop watching that stuff”. I thought more attacks were imminent. When planes returned to the sky I cringed every time I saw or heard one. That lasted for a while. I sincerely believe that the freezing of their funds & arrests is the only thing that has prevented a repeat. At least for 6 years it’s worked. I’d like to see it be that way forever but I’m realistic. Everyday I am thankful for the efforts of the administration, our troops & every single person involved in keeping us safe.
Some people just don’t get it.
I was thinking "kill the motherf***ing b*****ds who are behind this!"
I'll let you know once I stop thinking that.
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