Skip to comments.September 11th 2010 (live). We shall NEVER Forget!
Posted on 09/11/2010 3:38:07 AM PDT by davidosborne
Where were you nine years ago today?
Thank you for your service, David.
I was at work, my friends wife called and said a plane had hit the WTC, we figured a small plane. He talked to her a bit later and clarified it, by then the whole building was talking about it, called the wife and got my own reports.
I guess I was one of the few in the whole country that didn’t see any coverage until I got off of work at 5pm.
FLY YOUR FLAGS
There was a segment done on one of the news magazine shows (don’t remember which one) about the planes coming in over the Atlantic that were detoured to Gander, Newfoundland on 9/11 and how the local town folks all came together to care for the passengers, making food, opening up their homes, etc., until they were allowed to leave several days later. The scenes showing the jets lined up along the runway were amazing (I’m thinking there were 40-50+?...don’t remember for sure.) It was a beautiful testament to the honor and decency of a great people - the Newfoundlanders (of which I’m proud to say I am one on my mother’s side) - and the way they opened up - not just their homes, churches and community centers, but especially their hearts in love and support for all affected by what happened that day.
I was at home that day, and watched the second plane hit while watching the news of the first plane hitting the tower.
I felt the world change that day.
I pray I never forget.
“never forget 9 /11”
But, it appears we did forget. We’ve allowed our nation to be high-jacked by a socialist/marxist regime. We have a POTUS who caters to Islamists (Ramadan dinners) and argues for a mosque at ground zero. We’ve elected a president who’s actual citizenship is in question. The CIC is handcuffing our troops fighting the war on terror, ie don’t shoot until you’re shot at, advise detainees of their miranda rights etc.
I was at work in Ohio, a beautiful blue sky overhead. A boss came up to inform me a plane had struck the WTC. I resumed working only to then be told that a plane had struck the second tower. My initial thoughts were that this can’t be happening and that it sounded like a really bad “B” movie. Only then did I notice the lack of contrails in the sky and no plane traffic whatsover.
A short while later, I saw the two F-16s screaming across the sky headed east in pursuit. We went back to the shop early, and took a long lunch while watching the news.
When I got home, I hugged my family. I remember the fear I had for the futures of our 3 young children.
On an aside, bing has a really nice tribute on their home page,,google not so much.
The Gander airport was featured on the History Channel show.
I hope they show it again - the air traffic controllers were fantastic. After 9/11 the FAA determined that ‘new procedures’ for a similar crisis would be too complex - that by allowing the professionals to make split-second decisions (as they were called to do on 9/11) was more efficient - much like battle-ground instincts.
The term *flying by the seat of their pants* gained new respect.
We have forgotten, and whatever folks think of Pastor Jones, he's surely helped raise the conscious (& conscience) level of us all & what this day means!!!
We have been bowing & scraping to the 'religion of peace' folks for too many years & thus we have an 'Iman' who demands he have the right to build a mosque on or close too the hallowed ground of innocent US citizens!
...yes, we have forgotten!
I was at work, we have TV’s everywhere and we were shocked and transfixed. Some folks couldn’t deal with it and left, most of us stayed but had no real desire to be here.
First thing’s first, David... Thank you for your service.
On 9/11/01, I was in Trig class when I heard the announcement that the towers were hit.
I was home, recovering from a work injury. I had got in the habit of doing internet while watching Fox and Friends, though I hadnt found FR yet.
I was watching when E.D. Hill said that there was news of a small plane hitting the WTC, and the reportage of this accident continued until the second plane went in. I knew, then, and I think so did everyone else. I called my mother, who lives elsewhere in the state, after the second plane to get her to turn on the TV, and we called back and forth a couple of times during the morning.
My sister, who lived in Finland at the time, was visiting our mother; they had just been to visit me, and my sister had brought one of her Finnish friends to try to match up with me (it didnt take, and she and I are happily wed to others today), and they were back at Moms, getting ready to fly back to Finland on the 12th (which obviously didnt happen...they got out 3 or 4 days later).
This friend was a structural engineer by trade. During either the first or second call, before it happened, she said those buildings will fall; they cannot stand. We asked how will they fall? Fearing for those caught under them falling like trees. Probably straight down, she said. So when it happened we were not terribly surprised, and I was immunized against all of the deliberate demolition conspiracy theories before they appeared.
9 years later and we still don't have that f***er's head on a pike outside the UN.
$5000 and a bottle of Bourbon to the troops who finally nail bin laden.
My boss, a major, came and got me to see the first tower burning. He asked if this had ever happened before - I said yes, once in bad weather in the mid-1940s. He then asked if this was an accident - I said no way in H. What pilot would deliberately fly into a building in broad daylight.
About this time the second aircraft hit. I turned to him and said we are now at war and have between two and six years to win it. He asked why and I told him that it would take that long to turn the war into a political battle within the US just like Vietnam.
I wish today that I wasn't right on both counts.
At home with 2 of my young children, one at school in kindergarten. I was watching FOX news, thinking we are under attack, where will they hit next and should I go get my other child. Crying and praying for the poor families and angry. I had not seen the first plane hit, just heard the news about it and as the news was talking about it the second plane hit.
Yes! Thanks for that reminder about it being on the History Channel...would like to see it again.
I was at work at AgFirst Farm Credit Bank in downtown Columbia, South Carolina, sitting in my cubicle, grumbling because I was at work early on my 35th birthday instead of home enjoying it with my wife of two months, ready for another exciting (/sarcasm) day of programming on whatever project they had me working on.
On the way back from my usual morning bagel run to the commissary, one of the loan processors casually said to me, “you heard a plane crashed into the Empire State Building, right?” I was gobsmacked, but I remembered the B-25 crash from 1945, so I figured it was something similar—spectacular, but not earth-shattering. So I went back to my cube and got on the Internet.
CNN.com, unreachable. MSNBC.com, unreachable. All the network news sites, unreachable. Everything was timing out. So I went to my last resort...Free Republic, which had been blocked by the company a month earlier for no reason (they used an automated service that classed FR as a “hate site”). Amazingly, on the morning of 9/11/2001, FR was not blocked.
FR was slow. Dog slow. But it was the only news site that was reachable. And so I was on the first live thread when the second plane hit. I was refreshing, pictures were only occasionally coming up. My next-cube neighbor cranked up his radio and we listened to the coverage live...no TVs around in the building, that we knew of, so it was all we had.
The only news I had of the day was from the radio and the live threads here. I remember the first notification of AAL 77 hitting the Pentagon. And, remember all the crazy rumors flying along the news that day? Bombs at the State Department, six more planes hijacked, no, it was two, no, it was eight. The radio news couldn’t keep up. Heck, even FR couldn’t keep up. Somehow, the site never crashed, though it was hella slow to load at times.
My biggest memory later in the day was walking through a doorway and seeing one of the other loan processor clerks crying her eyes out as she walked by. At that time I had no clue how bad it was. The work Internet basically gave up the ghost about 10:30 and no pictures had been loading for a long time before that. The last I’d heard, a “piece of the top” of 2 WTC had fallen. Then we heard that “part” of 1 WTC had collapsed.
My company announced that we were closing about 1 pm and that everybody, even the overnight computer operators, was going home. We had NEVER done that before. (As a postscript, it caused me no end of trouble...our systems weren’t designed to skip a night and it was hell getting everything untangled the next day.) My wife worked in a lawyer’s office a block and a half down, she didn’t get to go home early. He held her there until normal closing time at 5. By that time, downtown Columbia was a ghost town. All state offices had closed, as had most of the downtown businesses of any size. The traffic going home about 1:30 was typical 5:00 rush hour traffic.
I got home, turned on the TV, flipped it to CNN...and that’s when I saw it. And I sat and watched, stunned and revulsed, for the next three hours until my wife got home. Then we watched some more, until eventually she begged me to turn it off because she couldn’t take any more.
We didn’t go out for my birthday until the next week.
Ever since, I’ve made it a point not to disrupt my birthday plans, whatever they may be, on 9/11. I pause, I reflect, I pray, I remember, I swear that I will never forget and that I will never forgive. But it’s my little, meaningless act of defiance toward the Islamist goatrapers that attacked us on that day...I will not submit.
I remember a couple of days after 9/11, there was a story about the handful of kids that died that day on the CBS nightly news. And they were showing a snippets of a memorial service they were having for a little boy at his school. The kid’s friend, no-more than 10, was speaking and said “He always called everyone “buddy”.” At the end Dan Rather of all people, said with tears in his eyes “This why we fight.”
(I also remember watching the NBC coverage with Brokaw at the time. Some commentator was on and he was talking about how “it’s not whether we remember tomorrow but whether we remember 5, 10, years from now.”)
Was at home before class(college). Woke up, and for some reason, I didnt turn my computer on to check the news. I went downstairs, put a bowl of chicken noodle soup in the microwave, and turned on the radio expecting to hear a talk radio show, instead I got Peter Jennings much to my annoyance.
Then I heard him say a building hit one of the WTC towers. I rushed to the TV...just in time to see the second one hit live.
Dazed after watching for a half hour, I got my soup, went outside and sat on the trunk of my car, not knowing what else to do. It was a crisp, sunny day. I would rather be alone outside than alone in there.
One guy did walked past me up the street. We said nothing to each other, neither of us had to.
The birds went silent that morning. I remember the silence. It was only interrupted by what I now know to be fighter jets flying overhead which were meant to intercept Flight 93. I couldn’t see them, I could only hear them. By that time, Flight 93 had crashed in Shanksville.
I also remember that evening. On the steps of the Capitol Building, members of the Congress sang God Bless America.
I was still hurting over my sister’s death on Aug. 4 and took September 11 off because it would have been her 46th birthday. I didn’t normally watch the morning news but had the Today Show on.
When I saw the 1st plane hit the WTC, I dropped to my knees and saying ‘Dear God’! I just cried and cried...
I worked in the Sears Tower at that time-upper floors.
This is a doubly painful day for my family.
The next day, two more nephews joined the military and still serve. My family has a long and proud tradition of serving this great land.
I WILL NEVER FORGET!
I had just logged onto the Internet and looking at Airliners.net's Civil Aviation Discussion Forum, there was suddenly a fast-moving message thread about a plane crashing into one of WTC towers. I immediately turned on the TV to the Fox News Channel (FNC had just become available on my cable system in Mountain View, CA just a year earlier) and essentially didn't turn off the TV until 10:30 pm PDT that night....
It was many weeks before he was mentally able to lift his head and speak above a whisper (physiological effects of trauma) and 4 years before he could visit Ground Zero or step onto an airplane....
The picures and videos no NO real justice to the actual horror of the day for those that lived it.
He’s Now doing well, with two beautiful children
David, I thank you for your service. From the depths of my soul, the US Military has my support, gratitude, and love. Now and always.
This is a very emotional day for me.
Mr. Spectre was still in bed because he had taught in the Flight Simulator into the early AM.
I climbed into the bed, clicked on the TV and we both watched in stunned horror as the second plane hit.
My phone started ringing.
May the world be blessed by heroes and peace makers. We will never forget this day. It was as if it was just yesterday.
I was in the Pentagon, room 1C730, just around the corner from the helipad. Bad day.
I was on an aircraft carrier off the coast of India in the Arabian Sea conducting flight operations. Just finished breakfast in the forward wardroom, and stopped by my room for some smokes.
The TV was on, and looked just as the second plane hit.
The CO of the ship secured flight ops, and we high tailed it to just off the coast of Pakistan. (A carrier creating a huge rooster tail is an impressive sight.)
The Ordies worked their butts off, loaded everything we had on the deck and readied more down below.
After about a month, we got the order to attack Afghanistan (once the other carrier had arrived) and then America attacked for 24 hours each day with each ship taking one 12 hour period. Ours, the USS CARL VINSON, was the night checkers, we flew after sunset to noon.
I was assigned to VFA-22, and we personally delivered over 500,000 pounds of ordnance to Tora Bora and surrounding areas.
Obviously, the impact of what had happened to America took some time to sink in. We had 3-4 weeks to discuss it with the crew, and watch the sickening news videos.
There was not a dry eye nor a more motivated entire ships’ crew when we launched that first strike.
As time went on, we sometimes had to help the crew out of the Hornets, because they were so exhausted when they finally landed. (If I remember correctly, missions lasted up to 10-12 hours with them loitering over an area and then getting called in.) Lots of refueling involved.
Sorry, didn’t live up to my screen name. That is a lot to post at once.
I don’t believe that I have seen that picture before. Thanks for posting it. Never forget 9/11.
Thank you for your service to our country.
Thank you for your service to our country.
I had left the Pentagon 45 minutes earlier, to attend a conference on terrorism at the Army-Navy Club. Our first speaker, Dr. David Chu, arrived late, telling us that the op’s center had reported a ‘small plane’ had accidentally hit a building in New York.
Within 10 minutes we knew that wasn’t true, when the report of a second plane hitting the World Trade Center came in.
We stopped the conference.
Suddenly a Lieutenant Colonel ran into the room, grabbed a Brigadier General by the army and yelled, “Sir! You have to come with me NOW!” The general was the officer in charge of the military support to civilian authority response cell in the Pentagon watch. Later this general would recount that as he drove down the hill by the Navy Annex that he looked out his window, saw the wingtip of a plane pass within ten yards, and how he slammed on the brakes and watched the plane hit the Pentagon. He had to run past the inferno to the other side of the Pentagon to reach the watch and assume his duties.
We found out about the Pentagon hit when someone ran in from the tennis courts and said “something just blew up by the Pentagon.”
A TV was rolled into the conference, and we watched our war begin. As we saw the destruction of the Pentagon, a Navy flag officer next to me remarked “that hit my office; I wonder if anyone on my staff is still alive?”
Several retired under secretaries of defense remarked that they hoped someone had a tight hold on the nukes today. I wished that someone with balls and good intellligence had good targets for the nukes. Alas...
My office staff had moved from the stricken side of the Pentagon just six weeks earlier, as part of the reconstruction and renovation project. Our move had been delayed twice and we had been requested to delay another two months, but our admin officer insisted that our move plans to the swing space proceed on schedule. If you recall the pictures of the collapsed portion, my old office was the second floor on the left side, with the yellow curtains flapping in the breeze. Had we not moved, based on where everyone in our office was on 9-11, we would have lost 88 of 94 assigned.
One of our senior aides, once he got home at midnight, went out to his fiance’s car. She had been driving past the Pentagon when the plan flew over her car, clipping a light pole. A piece of the plane’s wing actuator assembly hS brokeN off as the plane clipped the pole; it went through the roof of her car, through the passenger seat and embedded halfway through the floorboard. My friend pried it out, took it the next day to the FAA investigators on scene and was told he could keep it — they had enough evidence already. (So I know two people who personally saw the plane hit the Pentagon, for any assholes who say otherwise.)
Three days later my boss was tapped to announce the partial mobilization of the reserve components. Our staff personally briefed President Bush the day prior on his mobiilization options.
I have other stories, but they can wait. As my tag line says, winners write the history books. I very much fear that 50 years from now that 9-11 will be celebrated around the world, while my descendants live in subjugation. And my history will be forgotten.
In 70 A.D., the Romans got tired of a little religious outpost in Jerusalem, and were God-inspired (not that they themselves were righteous) to change forever the face of that religion. They eventually tore down the Temple “brick from brick” and ended the animal sacrifice system forever, just as Jesus and the prophets predicted.
We need a 70 A.D. option for Islam. Moderate Muslims, get your zealots under control, or the only nation on earth that has nuked two cities might do it again, and forever change your religion. It’s hard to face a smoking sea of glass and pray to it five times a day and still think your ‘god’ is in control.
Alas Babylon, alas!
The phone operators were very nice. They would connect family phone calls through. I just had to tell them who I was. They were my heros. It must have been a tough day for them to decide whether they should connect people or not.
Turns out that when the first plane hit, my uncle was going towards the elevators, he immediately went for the staircase and walked down and just kept on walking. We didn't hear from him till 4pm. He survived, too many didn't.
I never told grandma about that day.
No, it's not a day anyone could possibly forget.
Hand it to the President, he delivered a good speech today at the Pentagon. Almost presidential.
C-SPAN is showing the memorial service in PA. Laura Bush and Michelle O there - hope Laura will speak.
I think the show you’re speaking of will be airing at 10:am (Eastern) on the History Channel. It’s called “Grounded on 9/11”.
I read a book about the Newfies and how well they treated all their unexpected guests. Amazing how a people can just “do the right thing” without a nanny gov telling them what form to fill out!
I'm chilled thinking about it
There the little ones huddled under my out stretch arms. My entire body had little hands attached as we watched the second plane fly into the second building. Wasn't too aware of their presence until I tried to move and realized there were kids hugging my legs. My poor babies.
I scrambled upstairs to HR, told them we are under attack. I then sent an email out to our training team, and called the lead trainer who was hosting the NYC crew. At this point, everyone was learning about the attacks and we were frantically trying to find a TV. The HR manager and I ran to the health club across the street to watch the news. The TV was surrounded. We were there when the plane hit the Pentagon. I'll never forget Jim Mikasheski's live report from there. One of the things I remember clearly was my amazement at the people who continued to workout. It was so surreal.
We ran back to the office, where they found an old TV we propped up and used tin foil to get NBC. Everyone was huddled around this tiny TV. I was going back and forth from my desk, getting the latest from FR. I broke the news to everyone about the crash in Pennsylvania, at least 10min. before NBC reported. FR was a Godsend...
The entire office was witness to the towers falling. When the first one fell, everyone gasped, cried out, and every other possible emotion possible. As for me, I went straight to anger, grabbed a conservative coworker of mine and said, 'these f_ckers are gonna pay for this'. When the second tower fell, it was more of a stunned silence than anything. It was as if everyone was just starting to grasp the reality- and eventual consequences of it all.
I walked slowly back to my office, pulled my door closed, put my head on my desk... and cried.
A co-worker came in some minutes later and we hugged it out. Most everyone was crying. She later sent an email out to everyone to go fill up their gas tanks at lunch because the news was reporting the prices would be over $3 by the end of the day. IIRC, gas was around $1.18 then. I'm glad I did fill up because when I left work, gas was indeed over $3.
That drive home was so memorable... the sky was crystal clear, yet the normally bright blue sky seemed dull. Not a single jet trail to be seen. Everyone seemed to be driving slower, as if the events of the day had transformed everyone into a catatonic state of disbelief. Colors were less intense, and not even the birds were chirping.
The world had changed forever. And we were all witnesses.
The group from NYC had offices around 7 blocks from WTC. They could see the towers outside their front door. On 9-11, word is they had a crew in the building installing furniture. I don't recall if they perished or not. But every person who was here from NYC knew someone who died in the attacks. One of our Global Sales Managers lost his best friend, who worked at Cantor Fitzgerald. The GSM saw the towers collapse from a bridge he was stuck on. He literally saw his best friend die.
We also had an install crew at the Pentagon that morning. But the project leader called the team together for a meeting before heading into the building. She saved their lives. The were working in the section of the Pentagon that got hit.