On that fateful day I was in Copenhagen, Denmark visiting family. We watched it live on TV. Everyone was in shock.
It will be an emotional week. I love my country and grieve for Her fallen...he helpless targets of evil, the heroes who've given their lives willingly.
A year ago, a voice at the other end of phone woke me up to tell me an airplane had hit the WTC. I knew, soon as I understood it was a passenger jet, that bin Laden had hit us.
Holed up at home for the week, following foot surgery the previous Thursday, I was glued to the news, in shock.
Every moment of that day, I was grateful to God that He and history had given us Dubya and his posse to be the ones on watch when this evil deed was done.
A year later, I am 365 times more enraged and ready for revenge and justice than I was that terrible morning.
A year later, I'm still crying from all the sadness.
My faith in and hope for America, this land that I love, is a fire that burns fierce and bright in my heart.
Bless and thank all you Freepers who've kept me informed, inspired, become my family and neighbors.
Go Dubya, kick some ass fer all of us.
Mail Call Monday...Bump !!
Death To all Tyrant's !!
The Second Amendment...
America's Original Homeland Security !!
Freedom Is Worth Fighting For !!
Molon Labe !!
FMCDH !!
Outstanding!
Thanks. (((((((hugs)))))))
I was woken up around 7:20 am by a phone call from my brothers wife. She was leaving a message on my answering machine as I usually refuse to answer the phone that early (a girl needs her beauty sleep). She sounded upset & since she never calls me, I thought something horrible must have happened to my brother and/or nephews (gratefully, they were all fine.)
She was telling me that America was attacked. That Paris had flown planes into the WTC and the Pentagon. (She now denies telling me we were attacked by France, but I heard her distinctly say that Paris had done it.)
I remember grogily asking, "Are you sure...the FRENCH attacked us...are you sure it wasn't the Chinese? She was crying and her voice was cracking as she explained that she heard it on the radio, but could not verify anything on TV because they had turned off their cable to keep the boys from argueing over TV programs and do more constructive things.
She was scared because she heard NY was hit as was DC and she could not reach my parents who live in DC. I told her to calm down (because I did not realize the gravity of the situation) and I turned on the TV. Both towers had already been hit, but had not fallen. I began to feed her info and told her not to worry about my folks as it was only the Pentagon that was hit & not the whole town. We spoke for a while longer, but I was in too much of a shock to continue the telephone reporting, so we hung up.
I continued to watch the horror unfold on TV for several hours before I finally decided to get to work. I spent much of the day at the office watching TV so I may as well have stayed home.
The only thing I find amusing about that day is the initial report I got that the cheese eating surrender monkeys had attacked us. As if they would ever muster the strength to do anything but complain about us.
Last year I was listening to KVI radio, dressing so go out on a job interview. Breaking news came in that said a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers. The host speculated that it must be a small private one. Even a jokie about how someone could MISS seeing the tower and perhaps a steering mechanism went out. No on thought it wa an attack and we had no images yet.
The radio station broke away to interview a New York man on the street who had seen it happen. In the middle of him recounting the crash, he stared screaming OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! A second plane has crashed into the other tower! The spoken word is so powerful and I will never forget the shock.
I ran upstairs to wake my father and told him we were being attacked. We watched the TV together until I had to leave. On the freeway heading into DOWNTOWN Seattle I heard the Pentagon got hit. I was terrified to go into a big city. I called my parents on my cell phone and they agreed I should be HOME with family.
I found a back route to stay off I5. Then I listened as the two towers came crashing down. I had to pull over because I was crying and shaking so hard. I remember watching a teenager through my tears walking down the road to school, still unaware of what was happening.
I can only pray we in this country come back to One Nation Under God, and that He will continue to Bless us, guide us, and deliver us from evil.