9/11: Remembrance and resistance
Update 1:30pm Eastern. Memorial photo of the day comes from Iraq, via MNF-I:
The caption reads:
Never Forget
Task Force Marne Soldiers take time on the sixth anniversary of the attacks Sept. 11, 2001, for a remembrance ceremony at the Task Force Marne Headquarters. Camp Victory firefighters are also present to represent the emergency responders who lost their lives six years ago. Photo by Tony Lindback, 302nd Mobile Public Affairs Detachment.
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Lan astaslem: Arabic for “I will not submit/surrender”
What do you remember? When I think back to September 11, 2001, the crisp morning before jihadists struck on American soil, I remember transluscent blue skies. Green-gold leaves. And the blush pink cheeks of my then-one-year-old daughter, who was waiting to go for a walk while I did a double-take at the first cable TV reports of a “small commuter plane” crashing into the World Trade Center.
Then the skies turned black. And the Twin Towers turned to ash.
Zogby released a poll for the sixth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks showing that “77 percent of those living in the East and 46 percent of those living in the West — 61 percent overall — said they think about the attacks at least weekly. Eighty-one percent — 90 percent in the East and 75 percent in the West — said the attacks were the most significant historical events of their lives.”
I am, like most of my readers, one of those people. Sixteen percent of those polled said said they had visited Ground Zero in NYC. This summer, my family and I became part of that group. An American flag flies at the Tribute Center across from GZ:
A view of the construction site:
A memorial at the fire station across from Ground Zero:
What won’t you forget? These are the 9/11 sounds and images burned onto my mental hard drive:
The Falling Man.
The Hanson family.
The 9/11 babies.
Melissa Doi:
Betty Ong:
The cross at Ground Zero:
And Old Glory at the Pentagon unfurled the day after the attacks:
But remembrance without resistance to jihad and its enablers is a recipe for another 9/11. This is what fueled my first two books, on immigration enforcement and profiling. This is what fuels much of the work on this blog and at Hot Air. Not every American wears a military uniform. But every American has a role to play in protecting our homeland–not just from Muslim terrorists, but from their financiers, their public relations machine, their sharia-pimping activists, the anti-war goons, the civil liberties absolutists, and the academic apologists for our enemies.
The Left greets such a commitment with mockery and derision, preferring instead to suck its collective thumb, play the grievance card, and engage in hindsight hypocrisy.
As the most infamous of all Internet leftists once said: Screw them.
The 9/10 crowd stubbornly refuses to connect the dots to see any connection at all between 9/11 and the Iraq war. But it is all of a piece, and the troops who joined the military after the terrorist attacks and volunteered to go back again and again see it clearly. Watch. “Kill them over there so they don’t kill us over here” isn’t just an empty slogan for them. They live and die for it. For their children and ours. In Iraq and around the world.
There are 9/10 people and there are 9/12 people.
This is a 9/10 person:

Cindy Sheehan and company’s CAIR-approved t-shirt reads, “We will not be silent.” Their vow is not a vow to report suspicious behavior or assist counterterrorism efforts. Their vow is a vow to bitch and moan about every effort to combat jihad at home and abroad.
What is your vow?
It’s not just a once-a-year slogan. It’s a 24/7 frame of mind.
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Readers are asking where to get the “Lan astaslem” t-shirt. You can buy them here. All proceeds will be donated to Soldiers’ Angels.
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Resistance. Baron Bodissey liveblogs the Stop Islamisation of Europe protest in Brussels.
Remembrance. Lorie Byrd pays tribute in words, photos, and links.
Resistance. Terrorism expert Laura Mansfield has the latest bin Laden propaganda audio/video release.
Remembrance. Is 9/11 becoming just another calendar date?
Resistance. Debra Burlingame, sister of Charles “Chic” Burlingame, the pilot of American Airlines Flight 77, and one of my personal heroines, is joining the Divest Terror campaign:
As the sixth anniversary of the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks approaches, Ms. Burlingame, whose brother was killed when the hijacked plane he was piloting crashed into the Pentagon, has a new cause.
The 53-year-old former television producer and lawyer has aligned herself with a group called Divest Terror, which is attempting to convince American pension funds and investors to pull their money from companies that do business with countries that sponsor terrorism, such as Iran.
“It is something that can put the squeeze on terror-sponsoring countries without shedding a drop of blood or firing a bullet,” she said yesterday during an interview at The New York Sun’s offices. “It is marshaling the economic power of this country against our enemies and people who want to wreak havoc in the Middle East and other parts of the world.”
Remembrance. Daily Kos-style. Click only on an empty stomach.
Resistance. An LGF reader blows the whistle on 9/11 whitewashing at the Liberty Science Museum in NJ.
Remembrance. Villainous Company asks:
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Speak with some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watching
And turn on “I Love Lucy” reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love
The greatest is love
The greatest is love…
Where were you
when the world stopped turning
that September day?
Remembrance, BBC-style. Again, click only on an empty stomach.
Resistance. Meet the Anti-Jihad Federation.
Remembrance, milblogger-style. Greyhawk reflects from the battlefield in Baghdad:
As I write it’s 16:45 my time. In America it’s Tueday, September 11, 2007.
And it’s 8:45. Six years ago that was the last minute of peace before the beginning of the war on terror.
Six years later, how many people know why Osama bin Laden declared war on the United States? It’s not a difficult topic - he stated the reasons himself in his 1998 fatwa. Americans were in Saudi Arabia enforcing sanctions against Iraq. It’s just that simple, boys and girls…
Rebuilding. Lawhawk reports on Ground Zero.
Remembrance, moonbat-style. Same health warning applies. Read Mary Katharine Ham’s account of 9/11 conspiracy theorists disrupting somber memorial gatherings. One shouted at mourners: “You’re sheep! You are sheep!”
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My memories are of working the midnight shift and having my boss come in and tell me to turn on the tv and than the shock of the second plane hitting the towers and knowing America was under attack. I than had to pick up 2 children from 2 different schools and it never occurred to me that I was having to make a choice of which one to pick up first. The President has promised this country that we will never have to make that choice ever again and if he does not secure the border we will find ourselves in the same place at a later date. The President needs to protect us here as he is attempting to protect Iraqi’s in their country otherwise it will all be for naught.
Michelle, thank you for getting out the information on GOE III on O’Reilly last night and I hope to see thousands of 9-11 people there.
Thank you Michelle. You have had my attention ever since your Berkeley presentation. You stood your ground in the face of vocal opposition by useful idiots.
I was on active duty that day. I, too remembered the light aircraft that had recently hit the statue of liberty a month or so ago. Then. The second aircraft hit the towers and we quickly went to THREATCON DELTA.
I was making my customary u-turn down the block to head into town. Clicking on the radio I heard Lee Rogers on KSFO say “we now go live to New York” and from there a reporter was speaking at a fast clip, describing the scene at the World Trade Center.
It took about 2 minutes before Lee came back and said, “We have to take a commercial break. It appears that a passenger jet has struck the world trade center. We don’t have confirmation yet. We are standing by.”
By the time I reached my destination the second plane struck.
I called home and told my wife, Kelly, to turn on the tube. She was in disbelief. A native New Yorker, it was the equivalent of me seeing the Golden Gate Bridge go down.
My son had just turned 22 and had come home from a road trip BACK from NYC with his friend whose father worked 2 blocks from the WTC. They kept asking me if I thought there was going to be war.
I remember telling them “If we have any brains in Washington we will go into the Middle East and take care of business. This cannot go unanswered.”
I remember turning off the tv because the coverage just kept repeating itself, a kind of news blackout. The web came into its own on 9/11 as a source of news. The MSM was pathetic.
I remember waking up just before midnite thinking about what had happened, wondering if the next foot would fall somewhere out here. Still have the emergency plan I wrote out that nite.
God Bless America.
My memories:
I was at work, when my wife called and said she was about to take a stroll around the neighborhood with our daughter (then just under four months old) when she saw on TV that a plane had crashed into the WTC. I went to CNN’s website and the details were very limited. I figured “Geez, what a horrible accident!”
Then she called me back some period of time after that to tell me that another plane had hit the other tower. At that point, my heart sank. I knew we were under attack, and I wondered what else was coming. I alerted my co-workers (younger guys who weren’t married) to turn on a TV or radio.
We listened in horror as the Pentagon had been hit. One of my co-workers had a dad who worked at the Pentagon, but fortunately on that day, his dad was out of town on business.
I remember the plane crash in PA, and the initial report was “There is no indication that this is related to the WTC and Pentagon attacks.” I remember thinking “WTF? Are you saying it’s just a gruesome coincidence? I’m not a conspiracy theorist, but I’m not buying that!” As it turned out, the MSM was wrong.
Sadness. Rage. Fear, not for myself, but for my kids who would have to grow up in what was to come. Those were my feelings on that day. No, I am not a 9/10 Moron.org moonbat. I am a 9/12 American, and I will NOT let the Shehag clan drag MY country down a rathole of dhimmitude!
I was off that day - had woken up after working a 3-11 shift the night before, got my coffee, and logged on to check e-mails and such.
I was chatting online when someone said something about a plane hitting the WTC. Then more and more the chatter grew, and I turned on cable news and that’s where I stayed glued for the rest of the morning / afternoon.
I remember feeling pain and anger. I remember thinking that we had to respond. I remember countless thoughts about how things were going to change for me and more importantly, for my daughter’s life in the years to come.
I remember in the weeks / months to come, telling my daughter that things were going to be ok, and struggling to ease her anxieties about the ‘terrorists’, and feeling anger that their acts had such an impression and caused such fear at times in an innocent little 8 year old girl.
I thank you, Michelle, for being a leader in our efforts to keep these memories alive and keep all of us moving in the right direction.
I thank all those men and women who volunteered to fight and continue to do so today.
I thank all of my fellow posters here who remember that what we’re doing is not a bumper sticker - that there is no going back to 9/10/01 - and that we must think, act, and be different from who we were on that day, in order to move forward with pride, honor and purpose.
God Bless America, and God Bless all who fight for her.
Beautiful tribute, Michelle. As a native New Yorker who had friends murdered that day, I can say not a day goes by when I don’t think of that horrible morning.
The 9/10 crowd will never get it.
I had just arrived to work at San Diego naval shipyard, where our destroyer was undergoing an availability. Our berthing and messing facility was a barge tied up pierside. I was TAD to Quality Assurance, and when I entered the serving line for breakfast, I looked over into the mess hall, it was virtually silent, and every one was staring at the TV’s….
I knew something was wrong.
There is a collection of 911 rememberance stories on http://www.tehsqueakywheel.com worth reading.
I watched the TV along with my 12-year old son. As the first tower came plunging to the ground, I turned to my son and said, “Remember this day for the rest of your life, for what you are witnessing right now is the first day of World War III.”
I am missing Barbara Olson…
I remember waking up to my TV being on Fox News, and in my groggy half-awake state I recall looking at the TV, seeing replays of thefirst plane hitting the WTC, and thinking “Huh… Must be an early movie or something… Wait… That’s Fox News… They don’t show movies…”
This idea was played around in my head for a few moments, and then I had that moment of clarity as I became able to focus on the words being spoken, and able to start folding them in with what I was seeing.
And then the second plane hit. And the news of the Pentagon strike…
“Oh f*ck…”
I had to be at work at 4pm, and usually I would have been alseep for another couple of hours since I only got home at about 12:45am, and didn’t get to sleep till about 2 or so…
There was no chance on God’s Green Creation I was getting back to sleep. I got dressed for work, and watched every moment of TV coverage I could. I was hunched forward, staring at the TV as if I could will this to be a really messed up dream. Couldn’t be real. Someone just flew planes into our stuff.
Killed our people.
We were going to f*ck somebody’s sh*t up after this.
After 10 minutes of the Towers being hit, I knew they’d come down. It wasn’t any sort of brilliant insight, just looking at the damage, and realizing there was going to be more devistation before this was done.
At 3pm I went to work (gas station). I found prices had jumped, but not much. I was concerned, because a 20 cent spike caused drive offs, bitchy customers, and a general increase of the level of asshole I dealt with.
That day, since the jump up (couldn’t tell you what it was, but it was probably about a buck), for two days, not one drive off. That alone told me that something was - at least for the moment - different. No one was short or angry at the huge lines to pay, or to wait to get gas (we were out way to one end of town, we we busy on a slow day). People were polite, civil.
I saw on three seperate occations where someone hadn’t been watching the pump, and when they finished filling were short. One gal was about 10 bucks short - The guy behind her tossed a ten onto my counter, and then paid for his gas.
The crappy radio we had was the focus of shade-tree electronics classes, peoplpe bringing in tin foil, hangers, and “wire antenna” from old sterios so that we could pull something remotely like a good signal out of it so I could hear the news. I left that night with not a small amount of fear (a friend at the time worked in the downtown, and we’d still not heard from her), and about 5 pins of the US flag.
I hated working at that station. With a Store Manager we were all but certain was skimming the till and stealing cigarettes (like 10-20 at a time), it was hard to not get a little bitter. The pay was crap, and the customers were generally drunk and surly - on the good days.
But I miss the way we all acted that day. I miss how we all, if even for just a couple of days, pulled it together and started acting like we gave a damn.
The town I was in at the time ended up being one of the top (maybe THE top) per capita fundraiser for 9-11 right after the attack. Some Executives from a nearby, nationally known company were signing over entire paychecks. Small kids were bringing favorite stuffed toys to give to the kids on NYC. One kid handed over what was apparently an ultra rare Pokemon card (this was worth hundreds, this kid was like 10, and he by God knew what he was doing).
I hate what happened this day, 6 years ago, but my God I loved how we pulled together. I just wish it didn’t take something like that to make it happen…
This is why, America needs Tom Tancredo, not ’sanctuary’Rudy or ‘tuen-around’ Romney but ‘All-American’ Tancredo: http://www.teamtancredo.typepad.com
I was working a crummy door-to-door sales job. We went from place to place, and people were in shock. We stopped at a local pub.
That was the last day of taking life for granted. And each year on this day, I reminded why I need to keep working as hard as I can.
“They do not care who they kill, who lives or dies….” This was said in the Petraus hearing yesterday, by a Democrat who was trying to make the point about why we should pull out. If only they would listen to the words coming out of their own mouths.
I vividly remember that day. I was a young lawyer driving to a deposition, when I heard about the first plane on the radio. Like just about everyone, I thought of it as a terrible accident. After I reached my destination, I heard about the second plane, and knew then it was no accident, but an act of terrorism.
Since then I have become more educated on and aware of the dangers of islamism, its deep roots and its insidious tactics. I have watched in fury as our country’s leadership sticks its head in the sand and ignores the true nature of this enemy. I have watched the radical left continuing to water the seeds of our nation’s destruction from within, giving cover to the very people that would see them subjugated or dead.
We must not ignore the threat.
We must not cover our eyes and ears.
We must remaing vigilant and steadfast.
We must not submit.
I will not submit.
Never forget
Never forgive
Never submit
I was desperately looking for a job in Colorado Springs after being laid off from my first Civilian job after 25 years of serving in the U.S. Air Force (retired 1 Oct 00). I was able to get on as a Production Supervisor for a Semi-conductor company until the lay offs on 14 Jul 01. Our savings were dwindling and my wife decided to hell with it she would take me to Cripple Creek to gamble away about $20 each and try to take my mind off of my feeling as a failure. This was the first morning I did not get up and turn on the T.V. to watch CNN for about an hour before searching the net for any vacancies and firing off some more resumes. I decided to let her drive and as soon as she turned on the vehicle the radio came on telling of the attacks on the Pentagon and the Twin Towers. We both looked at each other with open mouths and then had a hell of time getting out of the car forgetting I had my seatbelt still buckled.
I couldn’t get back in the house fast enough to see what was going on. We lived right on the flight path into the Colorado Springs/Peterson AFB runway and with the possibilities of more manned missiles still being in the air I sent my wife to pull our son out of his High School. It would have been very easy for an aircraft making a normal approach to slightly deviate less than a mile from touchdown and takeout the Air Space Command Headquarters building. Meanwhile my Military trained mind told me I should be doing something anything, but I finally realized I was retired now and could only stand by and watch. I never felt so useless in my life. My wife returned with our son and stated there was a line of Military parents pulling their kids out of school and everyone she talked to was bracing for more attacks and trying to make sense of what was happening. During the next few weeks I tried to get back on active duty, but the Military decided it had enough personnel and didn’t recall the Inactive Reserve Force.
In November I was hired on at Mountain Home AFB as a Civilian as a Budget Analyst for the 366th Wing (The Gunfighters) proudly known as the “9/11 Wing.” They were the first in the Air Force ready to go and Mobility Air Command air cargo assets were diverted to their location to deploy their B-1B and F-15E squadron’s to strike and destroy the Taliban military forces subjugating the people of Afghanistan under their medieval adherence to radical Islam and providing a safe haven to Bin Laden and his gang of thugs. They also experienced the first fatality of the war when MSgt Anderson was killed in an accident at a forward operating base.
Not a week goes by that I do not think about the attacks at least 2 or 3 times. I see more of the war through the eyes of the young people assigned to this Wing then any politician can dream of. Some tell stories of being hit by IEDs driving in supply convoys and thanks to their up-armored vehicles survive to brag about being invincible. Others I have talked to while recovering from their wounds suffered in the same types of attacks. We have also paid respects to those who returned home after paying the full price for our freedoms. A large contingent of Wing personnel just returned in May from a deployment all over the AOR and last weekend we sent out another small cadre of personnel into “harms way” so we can all sleep safe in our beds at night. All I can do is fight the battle of the budget for this generation of heroes, but as long as I can continue to make a difference were I serve it contributes no matter how insignificantly to killing the enemy over there instead of here. I will never forget and never submit!
How these 9/10 people cannot fall to their knees and thank God above that for all intents and purpose our land has not suffered a hit like 9/11 for the last 6 years is beyond me. No, all they do is take to their feet and villify our nation and it’s president for not fighting the right war. I’m aware of Bush’s short comings but for the big picture he/we the USA must stay the course no matter how unpleasant it may seem for the moment. AlQaeda is being kept busy around the world, looking over their shoulder as to where they may get wacked next. That is how it must be until they crawl back into their caves. Sadly events have brought millions of muslims to the west and they have a vast pool to draw from. Maybe it is inevitible that we will be fighting them here but God bless the troops & covert operators who are engaging them around the world today. I do have several 2nd amendment items in my home if and when it breaks out here. God bless America and we will never submit.
I’ll always remember the story of Fr. Mychal Judge, “Father Mike”, the NYFD chaplain who was killed while giving last rites to others.
I was picking up my Grand Daughter,and standing in her kitchen,when the second plane hit.Her Mother had it on T.V..I said “This is no accident.”It was a beautiful day,too.No planes in the sky,set an eiry mood.
I thank God,Gore lost his presidential candidacy.We would be speaking Farci now.
I will never forget and I will never submit.
Thank you, Michelle, for all that you do.
Rep Lantos is an example of a thankless human being. Having survived, allegedly, from a Nazi holocost camp and enjoying the last 6 years in the USA free from a significant terror attack and not buying what is clearly before his eyes today is astounding. God will hold him accountable for his treasonous rantings and treacherous villifications of people keeping his miserable hide alive. The people who died on 9/11, their families and the citizens who are putting their lives on the line today to keep us safe deserve national leadership worthy of their sacrifice. Lantos, Reid, Biden, and on and on aren’t worthy to lick the boots of Petraeus or any of the grunts fighting this very day in 130 plus degree heat to keep these lying political mouths ranting and still breathing. I know because my son was in Iraq in many battles doing it for all of us. (Side note Michelle, I remember when this soldier son went to school his first day 40 plus years ago-we were misty-eyed mom and dad that day) God have mercy on them and protect our good citizens all over the world today.
We were home getting ready to start our day when the towers were hit. I remember the shock and horror while watching the tv. That tv stayed on for weeks as we were afraid we were going to miss something. Horrible, horrible days and memories.
We will never forget. We will never submit. We are proud Americans. God bless the USA. Thank God for our brave fighting men and women.
We do have much to be proud of and thankful for - including those who stood up that day, and those who do today, against the great evil thrust upon the civilzed world.
Even if we wanted to forget, there are those who make sure we do not:
Iraqis captured en route to U.S.
LIMA, Peru
Ten Iraqi citizens with forged passports and documents are in a Peruvian prison after an apparent bid to enter the United States on a flight to Los Angeles, officials here say.
An 11th Iraqi man thought to be part of the group is at large.
One of the men arrested is thought to have links to al Qaeda, said Peruvian National Police Col. Roberto Lujan, who is leading the investigation.
Like you, Jammie, I am a native New Yorker. Born and raised on the upper West side, I watched the towers go up and worked in the North Tower one summer.
I spent the first two days on standby with our volunteer first aid squad waiting in Liberty Park for survivors who never came. My husband spent the next two weeks at Ground Zero with his volunteer fire company.
I have trouble talking about the events surrounding 9/11 and the weeks that followed. Heh. Just looked at the clock. I started writing this tiny post about an hour ago.
So, what I’ve decided to do is post the essay that my son wrote in September, 2004 for his college applications. It’s not particularly profound, but it makes me proud, and it gives me hope. I hope it does the same for you.
Trip of a Lifetime
Mom called it the “trip of a lifetime.” Given the choice between a pool in the backyard, and a two month odyssey across the United States in a pop-up camper with my nosey parents, annoying younger brother, and a loveable eighty-pound Golden Retriever prone to carsickness, it was a no-brainer: bring in the backhoe! I was outvoted three to one and the trip of a lifetime was on.
On June 18, we set out from our comfortable little home in Jersey with Dad at the helm and Mom navigating. First stop was the Big Apple, then a drive-by the Finger Lakes and across to Niagara Falls. We took a shortcut through Ontario into Michigan, then up through the Upper Peninsula and back down into Wisconsin. Next, we drove through Minnesota, South Dakota, North Dakota and Montana before finally taking a three-day break in Seattle to visit Uncle Bob. After a four hundred mile wide U-turn, we headed back through Oregon, then east to Idaho, Wyoming and South Dakota again. We nearly made it through Iowa in one day until big-mouthed little brother realized we missed the Effigy Mounds National Monument. After that two hundred mile side trip we headed back east through Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio, and spent the last night of our journey in Pennsylvania. The trip of a lifetime ended on August 21 with a mere two weeks of summer vacation left, and no pool in sight.
School started all too soon.
“So whadja do all summer?”
“Nothin’ much—road trip.”
“Bummer.”
“Yeah.”
A week later, terrorists slammed two planes into the World Trade Center—the very place where our trip of a lifetime started—where I teased my brother for being too chicken to look over the side. Another plane plunged into the ground in Pennsylvania, not far from where we camped on the last night when I was so anxious to get home.
Like everyone else, I mourned for those who lost their lives that day; but, I also mourned for my country. The images flooded my brain: fireworks over Mt. Rushmore on the 4th of July, wild mustangs in North Dakota, the ashes of Mt. St. Helen’s, sunset over Lake Superior, the absurd Troll under the Bridge in Seattle, the wide open plains and the big sky, the awesome power of Niagara Falls, bald eagles over Snake River Canyon, mule deer and prairie dogs in South Dakota, millions of stars in Montana’s night sky, lonely Devil’s Tower, the sapphire lakes of Glacier National Park, and the moose, and elk, and bison that were everywhere, the towering Rocky Mountains, the gloomy Craters of the Moon, the massive Crazy Horse Memorial, Yellowstone’s Old Faithful, and even the Effigy Mounds.
This was the country I came to know that summer in spite of myself. It really had been the trip of a lifetime…a lifetime of knowledge packed into two short months, and a lifelong love of country burned into my heart in one terrible day.
It is more than particularly profound and it does lend hope to me, IrishEi. Thank you for sharing it here.
I was working at a large telecomm co. just outside of Boston. A friend called me to tell me that a plane had hit the WTC, and we both figured it was an accident. As we were concluding the call, he told me that a second plane had hit.
I stood with 25 or 30 people in an operations center watching the raging fires and eventually the falling towers.
I remember the uncertainty about all of the other planes in the air. Were some of them taken over as well? Were some of our friends and families on them?
I called loved ones just to hear their voices.
The ride home through traffic clogged streets was eerie. No beeping horns, no road rage. Just a surreal feeling that things had drastically changed.
I remember feeling numb for weeks after. Slowly that numbness turned to anger, and sadly that anger is still with me.
Never forget!
Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don’t ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
“They’re doing their business,” he snarled from his
perch.
“They’re raising their families! They’re going to
church!
They’re leading the world, and their empire is
thriving,
I MUST keep the S’s and U’s from surviving!”
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U’s and the S’s,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their
dresses,
They’d go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they’d do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they’d sing Uville’s anthem, “God bless us! God
bless!”
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they’d stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
“I must stop that singing,” Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea–an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
“They’ll wake to disaster!” he snickered, so sour,
“And how can they sing when they can’t find a tower?”
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their
sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow–
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing…
And he couldn’t believe it–they started to sing!
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN’T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and
called Pride,
And you can’t smash the towers we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we’ll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It’s more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!
~Anonymous
I will never forget but sadly it seems as if so many have.
Malkin wrote:
Maybe you got carried away by the emotions of 9/11, but this is going too far. These people are Americans who disagree with you. Some of them are nutty, but they are not the enemy.
On 9/11/01, I heard that the buildings had fallen when I got out of a meeting at about 11am. I ran about 2 miles to my son’s school, which was just a few blocks north of the World Trade Towers. Although I didn’t find him, I was told that the kids all were safe. Then I went to see if they needed help at the site. There were long rows of ambulances and emergency vehicles rushing up and down the West End Avenue. A policeman at a barricade told me that they didn’t need help and didn’t expect to find many survivors.
These are people who want to see us lose..these are the people who call our enemies freedom fighters and our troops murderers and our president a terrorist…in my eyes they are the enemy.
I’ll never forget the sound of sonic booms ripping through the air as our F-15’s from Eglin AFB scrambled to defend our country that beautiful, clear morning. Then, later in the day, the C-5’s arriving to pick up the equipment our special operators would need in the days/years that followed.
This will be another day of tears and prayer. But like most of my fellow Americans, I will never forget and I will never submit.
I just started a new job that day. I caught the WTC Path from Journal Square and just got there @ 8A before the 1st plane hit. It never dawned on me that we were being attacked even after the 2nd plane hit until later that morning. I watched it on TV at a Starbucks near my office. Instilled in my brain are all the papers flying everywhere when they fell and the tears I couldn’t hide.
Watch that first video, and know that on that plane there were men, women and young children – just like you and me – who wanted nothing more than to take a flight to another part of the country on business, for pleasure, to see family and friends.
And that’s how their lives ended.
Then watch those towers fall and realize that thousands more had their lives snuffed out in the most horrific manner possible.
When 9/11 happened, I was a freshman in college and my roommate told me, point blank, that she would have jumped from the towers rather than burn or be crushed to death. “I’ll be damned if I let those bastards take my life,” she said, “I’d end it on my own terms. It would be my choice.”
I don’t know if I’ll ever have to make the decision to jump from a building, but my choice is still clear: I am fighting. To the death, if necessary.
If you think I’m going to sit by and watch as terrorists demand we give up our way of life, and as liberals in America pretty much agree with those demands, you’re sorely mistaken.
See, I understand just how lucky and blessed I am. Every day, I wake up in a clean bed in an apartment that keeps me dry and warm. I have food in my refrigerator and cabinets so I can make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for my family. My son has a crib and clothing. I am able to drive him to my parents’ house, or my in-laws’ house, where he is cared for and safe. Then I go to work, at the same place that gave me an education and an opportunity to go forth to an advanced degree. I have money to pay the bills and buy the necessaries of life and give money to those charities and causes I see fit.
I can go to the doctor – a male doctor – and receive the best medical care on the planet. I can go to the ballot box and vote. I can spend time with my male friends. I can go to Mass every week and spend time with my fellow Catholics worshipping God.
I can take a vacation. I can speak my mind, write my blog, read what I want, and watch television or listen to the radio.
I am nothing short of blessed.
And there is no way I could ever fully express my gratitude for those blessings save making the decision to fight for them.
If I have to spend every day, from now until they put me in the ground, defending America and fighting for what I believe in, I will not tire and I will not feel my life has been wasted. If my efforts and sacrifice mean my son, my grandchildren, will live in a world where America is still a great, safe, powerful nation it will be worth every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears.
And if the choice ever comes where I must either betray my country or renounce my faith in the face of death: I’m dying. Because there are things in this world worse than death; living under terrorism and tyranny are worse than being dead.
But I also know my sacrifices pale in comparison to those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
The victims of 9/11 who were Americans doing what Americans do – going to work, living their lives – made the ultimate sacrifice that Tuesday morning.
The firefighters, Port Authority and Police officers who ran into the burning buildings knowing not what they’d find or what fate awaited them, made the ultimate sacrifice.
Every American solider – from the Revolutionary War to the deserts of Baghdad – who has laid down his or her life to preserve this democracy made the ultimate sacrifice.
We owe it to them, to their families, friends and descendants, to continue to preserve this democracy.
Lan astaslem. I will not submit. I will not surrender.
God bless America.
I was on active duty with VFA-105 (Gunslingers) that day working at the Branch Medical Clinic and with almost everyone watching tv seeing the planes crashing into the WTC. The first plane we suspected was just an accident, but when the second plane hit-WE knew we were %$^&!
For me, and the guys (and gals) I served with knew that it would be a matter of time before we were called to do what we were trained for-and we did…Before too long, 5 carrier battle groups, and more units than most Americans knew existed were on their way to the middle east and the med.
So to my brothers and sisters in uniform-keep up the good fight and if called for the ultimate sacrifice-may you die in place never surrendering.
To the families of those in uniform, and of those who served-Thanks for keeping the homefires burning and comforting the warriors from the nightmares they face when they sleep.
To our fellow Americans that appreciate the safety the military provides-thank you for not turning your back, and supporting us.
To the cowards-Leave this country now, because the patriots of all persuations do not desire your counsel, hollow platitudes nor your arms-leave this place of honor that has been bought with the blood of patriots and tyrants…..
“To close for missles-switching to guns!”
I’m living in California minutes from Travis AFB and approx 45 miles north of san francisco and bezerkeley. On that Tuesday I had just watched my cousin depart for his day program then I turned on Fox News. After several minutes, my brain still was not able to comprehend the image of a single tower and the repeated statement of a collapse. When I witnessed the live broadcast of the other tower collapsing, I calmly went out and raised the flag. Within the next couple of hours, flags were on display on my block. Six years later, I see no flags on my block. Perhaps some will rise later today…
Watching FOX this morning…showing the news from that day. Tears welled in my eyes. I felt that day over again in full and always will.
Barbara Olsen….a true conservative…I miss her as well (another poster spoke of her).
Her husband by soon be AG! That would be a tribute to her for certain! How proud she would be.
Regarding all the lives lost - the tragedy…there were other souls lost on that day…the liberals.
They are equally terrorists in my book.
The Eagles were scheduled to record their “The Very Best Of…” album on September 11, 2001, but didn’t; that day they began writing this song, which was eventually included on the album. It’s a fitting tribute to the way so many of us felt on that day. Click here to watch a video their studio recording.
Hole in the World
There’s a hole in the world tonight.
There’s a Cloud of fear and sorrow.
There’s a hole in the world tonight.
Don’t let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.
They say that anger is just love disappointed.
They say that love is just a state of mind,
but all this fighting over who will be anointed.
Oh how can people be so blind?
Oh they tell me there’s a place over yonder,
cool water running through the burning sand,
until we we learn to love one another,
we will never reach the promised land.
There’s a hole in the world tonight.
There’s a Cloud of fear and sorrow.
There’s a hole in the world tonight.
Don’t let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.
ooops!
Meant to say, “Her husband may soon..”
Was out running PT. When I got back, the world had changed.
I AM PISSED OFF!!
englishqueen01 #32
gunslingerpatriot #33
Amen to that!
I’d taken the light rail into Portland that morning, so I hadn’t heard any news at all when I arrived at the office building where I worked.
First inkling I had that something was wrong was when I saw two of my co-workers in the lobby. I greeted them in the usual way, and they didn’t say a word to me. They just stared back at me with these ashen looks on their faces.
Still not having put it together that something terrible had happened, I went to my cubicle on the 4th floor, that’s when another co-worker asked me what I thought.
“Think about what?”
Then he started filling me in on the details - something about a military plane had been hijacked and flown into the Pentagon?
That’s when I got online and started reading all about it.
And that’s about all I can remember from that day. From the rest of that morning onward, it’s all kind of a blur.
There is sobbing of the strong,
And a pall upon the land;
But the People in their weeping
Bare the iron hand;
Beware the People weeping
When they bare the iron hand.
Herman Melville, from “The Martyr,” 1865
The 2996 site is still up and running. It’s good to browse there and remember all of those Americans who were silenced by those who think Freedom is a threat.
My anger died a while ago, replaced by cold, steely determination to keep this land– this world– free from those who oppress.
I am home sick today but I can say that the runny eyes and nose I am experiencing right now are not just from my illness. . .
I posted most of my remembrances over at HA, but I recall getting a phone call from my mother that following weekend. She had asked if I had recovered from the week’s events; I told her no. She and my dad remember Pearl Harbor (my dad served in WWII), and this must have been like 12/7/41 all over again.
I live in the midwest, far from NYC or DC or PA, but it took me a full two weeks to even start to be a little bit happy again.
As far as I’m concerned they are. It has never been clearer to me - especially after yesterday.
If tomorrow all the things were gone
I’d worked for all my life,
And I had to start again
with just my children and my wife,
I’d thank my lucky stars
to be living here today,
‘Cause the flag still stands for freedom
and they can’t take that away.
I’m proud to be an American
where at least I know I’m free,
And I won’t forget the men who died
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you
and defend her still today,
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.
From the lakes of Minnesota
to the hills of Tennessee,
Across the plains of Texas
from sea to shining sea.
From Detroit down to Houston
and New York to L.A.,
There’s pride in every American heart
and it’s time we stand and say:
I’m proud to be an American
where at least I know I’m free,
And I won’t forget the men who died
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you
and defend her still today,
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.
I was getting ready for work when I turned on the TV and saw the horror. “It’s Pearl Harbor all over again,” was my reaction. Later, I could see the smoke of Ground Zero from my office window.
Now, I am saddened that the national unity generated that day has fallen apart amid partisan politics, official blunders and media psychobabble.
We live in Portland. My son was also about a year and a half old on 9/11/01. I was telecommuting that day so I woke up a little later than usual. I thought it was odd the music station on my radio was playing the NBC news. I heard something about “plane in the World Trade Center” and leaped out of bed to turn on the TV. They were filming the first tower on fire when the second tower was hit. I couldn’t believe what was going on. I watched, cried when the towers fell. Then my son woke up, so innocent and unaffected by the whole thing. I wanted to rewind the last hour; I felt sad that in that moment our country had changed forever. He would never know a pre-9/11 world, where we didn’t feel fear in our own country. I just remember the whole week after 9/11. I cried all the time, thinking “what is wrong with me??” I couldn’t sleep, just thinking of people in the towers when they collapsed. The most poignant moment was when some news crew/reporter went to a commuter parking lot, filled with cars of all the people who didn’t come home.
I think people have forgotten what that day - what that week - was like. We shouldn’t. We can’t.
I remember that day so vividly for other reasons that are truly etched in my memory.
I was at the Boston Airport hotel at an early morning conference. Being a private pilot, I enjoyed watching the planes taking off on the runway.
Little did I know what was going to happen to them back in New York where I live out on Long Island.
After FEMA took over the hotel where I was staying, I had left one item up in my room. While taking the escalator to the 2nd floor, I saw several clergy waiting to meet and help out those persons who actually were on the planes.
That image/thought of watching several persons coming into the hotel who were certain that their loved ones were killed.
It’s amazing at how the events of the night before and all during the day are still so vivid. I honestly wonder how people can simply forget what happened that day when the United States was attacked.
Oh yes, along the same lines of Michelle, I finally arrived home after taking the ferry to kiss and hug my 3 children like today was the last day on this earth.
Never Forget
Sadness. Mostly, it’s the profound loss of innocence. I guess everybody has to grow up sometime, and face reality. Everyone’s eyes were opened on that day. Although some people are still living with blinders.
Barbara Olsen. That’s difficult. Sad day.
Trackbacked by The Thunder Run - Web Reconnaissance for 09/11/2007
A short recon of what’s out there that might draw your attention, updated throughout the day…so check back often.
Today highlighting 9/11 posts, along with other must read info from around the net.
I hear people saying we don’t need this war
But, I say there’s some things worth fighting for
What about our freedom and this piece of ground
We didn’t get to keep ‘em by backing down
They say we don’t realize the mess we’re getting in
Before you start your preaching let me ask you this my friend
Have you forgotten how it felt that day?
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten when those towers fell?
We had neighbors still inside going thru a living hell
And you say we shouldn’t worry ’bout bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
They took all the footage off my T.V.
Said it’s too disturbing for you and me
It’ll just breed anger that’s what the experts say
If it was up to me I’d show it everyday
Some say this country’s just out looking for a fight
Well, after 9/11 man I’d have to say that’s right
Have you forgotten how it felt that day?
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten when those towers fell?
We had neighbors still inside going thru a living hell
And we vowed to get the one’s behind bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
I’ve been there with the soldiers
Who’ve gone away to war
And you can bet that they remember
Just what they’re fighting for
Have you forgotten all the people killed?
Yeah, some went down like heroes in that Pennsylvania field
Have you forgotten about our Pentagon?
All the loved ones that we lost and those left to carry on
Don’t you tell me not to worry about bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?
I have visited both the Pentagon and the World Trade Center sites. What I remember most is the silence. People speaking in whispers and adding to the small memorials that just sprouted up.
I have also read the Daily Kos site. These are people who live in some far off place that bears no resemblance to the real world. The are mentally ill or so filled with hatred that they are blind.
I was working in Rosslyn, VA, just across the Potomac from Washington, D.C.. I’d just got into work when one of my co-workers came up to my desk area and said, “A plane crashed into the World Trade Center.” At first, I thought it was a little Cessna or something that made a wrong turn. I tried to find more info about it online but every single news page I tried, Fox, CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, etc., was so overloaded, I couldn’t see anything. Then another co-worker’s radio switched over to ABC with more info. It was a 757. When we heard the news of a second plane hitting the other tower, I said, “That’s no accident. This was intentional.” Then we heard fire trucks outside. Moments later, we heard over the radio that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon. (We were too far on the other side of the Pentagon to have heard the impact and explosion.)
Believe me, it was scary because you had no idea what was going to happen next. We went outside to look and I could see black smoke in the sky in the direction of the Pentagon. There were already military jets in the air, circling around. People were starting to leave their offices and crowd toward the Metro. It wasn’t until we’d heard there was another jet heading toward Washington that we were let go. (This was United 93.)
Since I wasn’t sure if the Metro was running and admittedly I was paranoid about taking it, I asked my mom to come pick me up at the Marriott Key Bridge. Then they closed all of the roads coming toward D.C.. Ultimately, it took me several hours to get home.
I was frightened, devastated by what I saw on t.v. and then angry. Really angry. I had a headache that wouldn’t go away for days. I was already a conservative, but after that, my tolerance for p.c., moonbattery, and appeasement dropped through the cellar. Which is why I regard so many of our “elites” and leaders with total disgust today.
I spent a couple of months at the Pentagon in the 60s as military … been there a few times as a civilian contractor in the 80s and 90s … was on the observation deck of the WTC on 9/5/2001 …
I lost my father in February of 2001 and had stopped for a few days to check on my mother enroute back from NYC to AZ … I was watching GMA when the whole thing happened … my mother was very shaken and distraught … I was glad I was there with her … but I had problems contacting my kids to check on them that day … especially was concerned about my oldest daughter who lives in OKC and was the rock for the family when we lost someone in that bombing …
Later I realized that it was a blessing that my father (WWII, highly decorated, D-Day landing, a true patriot) was not there to see those towers come down …
My regret is that as a real memorial to those lost I think they should be rebuilding the towers … not just the 2 towers that fell … but 3 towers …
nothing in my mind would throw all this back in the face of the terrorists more than to put those towers plus one more for the lives lost back on the skyline of NYC …
symbolism is paramount in this war on terror … that symbol needs to be re-established …
I wholeheartedly agree. Re-build the towers and show them they aren’t going to destroy us or our way of life.
englishqueen01
thanks … I have no problem with the reflecting pool as a memorial … but the towers need to be rebuilt as a smack-down to the terrorist …
had they started rebuilding those towers they would be well on the way to taking their place on the skyline of NYC again by now …
That disgraceful scene yesterday should remind all Americans what 9/12 would have looked like had Democrats been in the White House.
RIP - I’ll never forget that day.
AlohaGuy
if that had been the case the Taliban would still be running Afghanistan, Saddam would still be defying the U.N. sanctions and killing his people, and we would have probably not been able to stop the attempts at more bombings such as the Hancock and Sears buildings in Chicago, the other NYC buildings and bridges, LAX, etc., etc., etc.
DesertLover - exactly!
A must see tribute created for the FDNY:
http://www.fdnylodd.com/BloodofHeroes.html
Never forget.
#59 oh you mean that democrat that was in office prior in “93″ and attacks on American Interests around the world????
The only American President with more attacks on American Interests than any other?????
Or the one in office when 9/11 was being planned after the 1st one and was warned by Clarke and Freeh it would happen again?????
I believe his name was Clinton one of the most corrupt Presidents we ever had!!!!!
Thanks. I will never forget
xler8bmw #63-
Sorry, but you missed a few other terrorist attacks that occured under the clinton watch…
WTC 1, USS Cole, Khobar Towers US Embassy, one other attack on a US Embassy (can’t recall off the top of my head where) and partial responsibilty for 9/11 since it was his policies (along with janet reno) that restricted the various law enforcement agencies from sharing information with each other.
“To close for missiles-Switching to guns!” (Many thanks to VFA-105!)
There will be a lot of attempts to shift the blame from the Clinton administration to virtually anyone else. Let’s not forget that Clinton and Gore prevented Bush from assuming the Presidency in an effective manner. Some 7 months after Bush took office, 9/11 happened because the transition from a corrupt Democrat administration to a young Republican administration was in still progress. I hope that Bush treats the next President, regardless of Party, with greater respect and support.
The odd thing is that I knew something like 9/11 was going to happen because the Clinton’s were very opposed to the FBI, CIA and DoD doing their job. The Clintons were and are a very shallow bunch bent on self-satisfaction at the expense of the USA. They know how to run a campaign but they do not know how to run a government.
xler8bmw, gunslingerpatriot, publiuswarmac9999, all exactly right!
#63 Speaking of Clinton…
“Nero fiddled,
Clinton diddled.”
Gunslinger #65 Thxs but, that’s why said American Interests around the world attacks under Clinton too long of a list LOL!
Publius #66 ABSOULTELY!
My alarm went off and the radio came on to the news report. All I remember was someone saying that it looked as if a small cessna hit the trade tower and that if you are by a “TV you should turn it on and look for yourself”. So i did. I saw the second plane hit and screamed. My roomate came downstairs. We both watched for a good twenty minutes in horror. On my way to work, down a windy road in Moraga, CA I heard news the Pentagon was hit and started to cry. By the freeway (680 south through Walnut Creek, CA) I heard of the 1st tower, then by the time I was at work in Pleasanton the second tower.
I had just graduated from college the month before. I was officially a Democrat/Liberal no more. I remember making the switch that day. I registered as an Independant soon thereafter. It was 9-11 that made me switch direction. I will NEVER forget.
Feebie #70
I heard that from so many people! Welcome to the darkside LOL!
What I will remember most about being in New York during the time of 9/11 is not the day of the attack (although I’ll never forget that either) but the days and weeks following when the side streets and subway stations filled up with homemade posters of people’s loved ones that were missing. It was heartbreaking in a way that I have never felt before and to this day it brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat. I remember news correspondents breaking down on air listening to the stories of those still looking. I hope I will never feel that kind of grief ever again.
What about the mystery, one could say cover-up of TWA Flight 800? IF nothing else the Clintonista’s hampering of the investigation….See Book “First Strike”, http://www.cashill.com/firststrike.htm
#73 Yeah that one is still a little blurry…..But I try not to take too much into conspiracy theory stuff without concrete proof.
I had a good friend of mine flying the following Saturday on the same 800 flight to Paris.
I was sitting at my computer working when we all listened to the news of the first tower being hit. We all thought it was a terrible accident. There was a silence when the second tower was hit and I look at the guys and said, “That was no accident.” My heart sunk even though I live in south Florida because I knew in an instant our world was going to change.
The second time I was that stunned was watching “Flight 93” the movie on the big screen. I couldn’t even move for 5 minutes after it was over. Hero’s one and all.
I was never more ticked off when I watched that stooped truther movie that said flight 93 was diverted to Boston and the passengers were offloaded in an abandoned hanger. On the day I watched that movie I realized even though I am a devout Christian, I could actually kill someone. I have repented from that thought but I sure could punch their lights out (and then turn the other cheek).
Don’t feed the trolls!
#75 I’m still trying to figure out what witness protection program those people from FL93 are in and where. I can’t believe the moonbats are so gullible.
I’m stunned anyone can believe that there a Government Coverup over the Bush Administration blowing up the Twin Towers.
We can’t prevent leaks about freaking NSA programs, you think 100% of the people in the know about Bush having two major buildings in downtown Manhattan demolished could keep quiet?
Sadly, logic is lost on these people…
swj719AWG
logic requires the mental capacity to analyze and evaluate facts …
good thing those are not needed to just open one’s mouth and repeat talking points …
if mental capacity was a major requirement all the Dems w