Neither have I. Thanks.
“ Losing a good friend who worked at Cantor Fitzgerald”
Same. Boy next door. Sigh.
It seems Osama bin Laden’s strategy was correct - launch a war that would ultimately bankrupt America and turn the country on itself.
I haven’t forgotten. My experience was different than yours, but it shook me to my core. Trying to explain things to my school aged children was…well, nothing made sense.
I’m sorry about your friends who didn’t ever come home.
It was a very sad day.
I haven’t forgotten, but my sense of the meaning has changed. The deep state wanted something like this to happen, and did nothing to prevent it, so that they could justify consolidating more power. COVID was another part of that consolidation.
911 was the culmination of 8 years of the Clinton criminal cabal caring more about pocket lining than terrorism, and if you’ll recall, Bill Clinton put Al Gore in charge of increasing airline security in 1998 in which Gore took “campaign contributions” from the airlines instead which if you ask me is why Gore went even more crazy after 911.
And 2016 we had people CRYING because they Clintons were not reinstalled into the Oval office.
I remember watching the news coverage of the plane hitting the second tower. The camera cut to a rooftop somewhere across the river with a group of people in Arabic dress. When the plane hit they started jumping up and down and cheering. I never saw that footage again, it just disappeared completely.
I was working in Rockville MD and my wife was working at the DOL next to the Capital. She was in a walking cast from breaking her ankle. They closed the bridges and cell calls were down but the text messages worked. My wife was able to catch a bus to one of her coworkers apartment in Bethesda and I was able to get there from Rockville. By that time they had opened the outer bridges and we were able to get home to Alexandria. Scary times.
Sadly the planners of this attack have yet to face justice and the “religion” that drove these crimes against humanity is still preaching jihad and fomenting the same kind of violence and intolerance
I have not and never will.
To this day, when I see a memorial or a museum featuring a piece of the World Trade Center, I am transported back to that day and I weep for my country.
My children will never understand how that day, and one in 1998, changed me forever.
9/11/01 sucked. But today is 9/11/23. The Deep State took advantage of what happened on 9/11 to accumulate all their powers they have over our lives on this very day. Back then, we could kind of trust the FBI. Now they’re like the Stasi. Perhaps, that’s the greatest tragedy.
I was 14, sitting in algebra class when they announced it on the speakers. Our school had been built in 1909, so there were no televisions in the classrooms. Teachers let students go to AV or the commons (they put a TV there) or even the teacher’s lounge to listen to the news.
How things have changed, and how they haven’t...
I remember that Tuesday as if it was yesterday
There were a lot of unusual things that happened in my life that year, too
Everything I needed to know about islam, I learned on September 11, 2001.
it was a shocking and horrible day
Every anniversary since then, I am anxious or fearful that there will be a repeat.
Was there. Experienced the day from the first blast until the parking attendant at the garage where my car was parked welcomed me home, a single chalk mark on my tire. Although I worked in mid-town, our conference room faced the trade center with an unimpeded view. One of my staff was talking to his sister who worked for Cantor, when the phone was suddenly disconnected. We saw the smoke.
After the second plane struck, we were evacuated to our offices on 57th street. It was a scene out of the walking dead. Thousands of people who just two hours earlier were having coffee, a smoke or whatever were walking uptown in a zombie fashion.
I went to give blood Citicorp Center, but they stopped taking people after realizing that there weren’t many injured. We were released from work to find our way home. I managed to get on a ferry to Jersey. From there a train ride to Short Hills where I proceeded to walk to the Short Hills Hilton. A person saw me from their car and offered to take me to the mall, first going to his house to call my wife and tell her I am okay. Turns out my boss lived next door to him.
Got to the hotel, but since all roads were closed, my wife spent a couple of hours on side streets driving to the Hilton. Later on she described the lobby of the hotel as a morgue. There were bodies all over the place, no one talking, many just staring into space. Sort of a zombie wonderland.
I got home, immediately went to sleep. The day was too surreal. What I experienced put me into a state of shock, jut like everyone I saw that day. I woke up the next morning, not sure where I was, what happened the previous day. Up until this point, I had no idea of the death total, nor what was going on. A bit later my wife took me to get my car from the garage. Upon getting to my car, the attendant looked at me and said, “Welcome Home!” It was at that moment I broke down and cried for what seemed like hours.
Epilogue: I lost several friends on 9/11. I will never forget that day, and to the people who condemned the US for this attack, I say with all of my heart, FOAD!
I haven’t forgotten either.
I had a friend that bought the farm in his office in the E-ring.
Well, Joe Biden has forgotten.