Today is September 11. Three years later and a lot of good innocent people are gone. I'll be taking some time out of my day to reflect. Hope y'all will too.
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Today is September 11. Three years later and a lot of good innocent people are gone. I'll be taking some time out of my day to reflect. Hope y'all will too.
My thoughts and prays go out to all of the family's who suffered a lose because of the attacks.
Sept 11th will now be a date in USA history as significant, if not more than Dec 4th.
Be Safe,
elevens
Thoughts and Prayers to the victims and their families and friends.
Ron
9-11-04
Happy birthday to me.
^i think he was using the keypad - the 7 is right above the 4...
thoughts & prayers to all the families who lost somebody. definately a day that changed a lot of lives.
Wow, happy birthday, truth.
I found out about the attacks from Pinner's thread about them on PowMag. What a weird day.
Peace.
Weird day. Yup.
Oddly, on that horrible morning, my first reaction was to post a thread on Pmag.com. Looking back now, I think how fucked that was. Then I'm reminded that this community indeed felt like family at my fingertips and it makes perfect sense that I'd post first, rescue later. For more of my thoughts on this day, visit the telemark forum I post to.
Namaste, brother iceman. Happy birthday, truth.
Good read Pinner. The human spirit shines to be a beautiful thing at the ugliest of times.
Truly a day that changed history.
thoughts and prayers go out to all the victims families.
here is the original thread:
http://forum.powdermag.com/forum/sho...=&fpart=1&vc=1
I just said the same thing over there, but I can't believe that thread still exists, and thanks to those who bumped it.
Pinner, I remember reading that piece on ttips when you first posted it (was it at powmag? I can't remember). All I can say is that I sure as hell wish you would post more here.
I remember that day. I was in school in Bethlehem, PA. I've heard rumors that at least one of the planes flew right over the city. I remember being herded into the gym and told that the attacks could "neither be confirmed or denied and were most likely rumors" by our principal. 20 Minutes later I watched the 2nd plane hit in english class and the next period I watched the towers fall in Spanish One class. I didn't particularly like 7th grade, but that will stand out as the worst day of the year.
The most sickening part for me is the fact that a cousin of mine on a congressman and was in DC at the time. There were rumors flying about that the Capitol had been attacked, which understandably scared the bejesus out of me. Sorry for the rambling rant, but it doesn't seem like its been 3 whole years. God bless all those affected by this.
Edit: Wow, I just realized that I've been the guy who has bumped the original thread on PMag two years running.
that thread is amazing.
I remember evacuating our building in Chicago, standing on an "L" platform and looking at the Sear's tower. I still can't describe the feeling of hearing a plane while waiting for the train. Little did I know the devastation that could have been wrought on the loop. I found out when I got home.
RIP to all the brave and innocent.
Happy b-day, Truth. Hit up Twin Anchor's tonight. They know how to treat a birthday.
-Dan BernQuote:
Nyc 911
It was Indian summer in New York
With an early morning sun
Tuesday September 11th
2001
Uptown, young moms with strollers
Pushed baby boys and girls
Across the Hudson River
New Jersey shone like pearls
Downtown, Wall Street traders
Stirred their coffee cups
Across the great East River
Brooklyn was just waking up
The sky was blue and cloudless
The birds they gave their song
A day so strangely perfect
But not, dear God, for long
The morning calm was shattered
A nightmare took its place
An airplane flew directly in
The World Trade Tower's face
A fiery explosion
Thousand feet above the ground
It felt just like an earthquake
From miles you heard the sound
There was no explanation
Folks stood shocked and stunned
And as they watched a second plane
Ripped through the other one
As firefighters rushed to cope
With what was going on
A third plane full of passengers
Smashed the Pentagon
The awful truth was dawning
This was a planned attack
Desperate people tried to leave
The cops kept going back
Two towers now were burning
Two deathly morning rides
No one could imagine
The terrible scene inside
People started jumping
To escape the howling flames
Two went down while holding hands
We didn’t know their names
Thousands still were trapped inside
Those fire sticks of hell
And as folks watched in disbelief
First one, then both towers fell
People screamed and fled
A dust cloud left you blind
And never once did you forget
The poor souls left behind
The news began to flash around
Hijackers with knives
Bravery on a fourth plane
Saving who knows how many lives
Scores of policemen
Died when earth and sky converged
Hundreds of brave firefighters
Never did emerge
Pictures of the missing
Soon lined every New York block
Some turned up in hospitals
Most did not
People who would never
Have flown the flag before
Proudly hung the stars and stripes
Over their front door
People they lit candles
And said what can we do
They went and prayed in churches
And in the subway too
Mayors, Governors, Senators
Foes the day before
All joined hands as comrades
As the country edged toward war
But what kind of war can this be
When the foe don’t show his face
When his own life ain’t worth nothing
And fear’s his only ace
I can’t say what will happen
How ends this deathly game
One thing I know for certain
We’ll never be the same
We’ll look over our shoulder
Pause when we hear a plane
We’ll search the face of strangers
And wear the scars of pain
I pray we’ll find who thought this up
No matter who or where
And that we’ll string them up and
Leave 'em hanging in Times Square
I pray we’ll try to understand
The anger behind the deed
I pray we’ll know all people are
The same color when they bleed.
I pray we aren’t so frightened
To let freedom find its end
The freedom that we desire
So much to defend
And as I sit over breakfast this morning
And in my right hand’s a cold, cold knife
That won’t feel the same in my fingers
All the rest of the days of my life
And as I sit over breakfast this morning
In my left hand I’m clutching my fork
And I think back on an Indian summer
Morning in New York
Watched an old documentary on Terry Fox tonight. Footage of him as he ran in the rain, in the dark, alone and in crowds. Incredible, inspiring stuff. Brought water to my eyes.
Went back and read the thread on Powmag. Thought of the names. Thought of the lives. Thought of those that tried so hard to help.
There's a link there somewhere. It's not too hard to find, but I don't really know what it means.
It's hard to think when vision is blurred.
Sick and ashamed and happy (as always),
d.
I remember I was sitting in Mr. Condon's room watching the whole thing unfold on TV. We shuffled from room to room often cramming as many students as we could in the rooms with cable. All I did for that 24 hours was watch the news. Still makes me all teary eyed watching the videos and seeing the images again.
So sad so very sad.:(
...a tragic day, the pre and post 9-11 adventures really, really smell.....and the act of attempting to take down the towers first happenned in 1993, that's when the world should have changed for America. That's what you get when you have the wrong people in jobs of importance(security).....ask the Israelis.
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