Please take a moment and reflect on what that day means to us all.
God Bless America
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I'm flying into New York City tomorrow morning and back out of New York later tomorrow.
I'm sure it will be easy to reflect.
I'm sure it will be easy to reflect.
~ God Bless America ~
I know every one of us can remember exactly what we were doing when this went down.
I was thinking about that today driving home from some appointments and got very melonchaly and even shed a tear 7 years later.
I was thinking about that today driving home from some appointments and got very melonchaly and even shed a tear 7 years later.
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Without getting political here, for I know that ist verboten...
Watching MSNBC tonight, one of the commentators who shall remain nameless, kept saying that we should by law forbid any video of the terror attacks from coming on TV, as it only fuels the ideals of a political party represented by a pachyderm. Does that mean we should also ban all video or photos of the attacks on Pearl Harbor? cadMOM is a HS teacher, and told me tonight that most of her students have no clue about what happened that day.
What am I missing here?
cadDAD
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Without getting political here, for I know that ist verboten...
Watching MSNBC tonight, one of the commentators who shall remain nameless, kept saying that we should by law forbid any video of the terror attacks from coming on TV, as it only fuels the ideals of a political party represented by a pachyderm. Does that mean we should also ban all video or photos of the attacks on Pearl Harbor? cadMOM is a HS teacher, and told me tonight that most of her students have no clue about what happened that day.
What am I missing here?
cadDAD
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It's shocking to think that any of our children could be unaware of what happened on Sept. 11. That made me think back though, to my parents or grandparents talking about Pearl Harbor, and my lack of understanding about it when I was young.
Let's not let our children forget...
Julie
Let's not let our children forget...
Julie
quote:Originally posted by MN-Mom:
It's shocking to think that any of our children could be unaware of what happened on Sept. 11. That made me think back though, to my parents or grandparents talking about Pearl Harbor, and my lack of understanding about it when I was young.
Let's not let our children forget...
Julie
I think cadDAD referring to Pearl Harbor.....but still sad. If our young do not know about the past, it just may repeat itself in the future.
Tonight as I walked out to put the trash cans out, I thought about the simple mundane things like this that all those people did the night of Sept 10. Things that we all do every day, every week, every year, never thinking that our lives will change.
But change they did! Remember how considerate we all were of each other, how tender we all felt for months? I have a long driveway, and I thought about it a lot. Thank you, again and again, to all those people who worked to save our country in those days. Thank you to all who still bear wounds - and those who lost thier dear innocent ones.
LET US NEVER FORGET that day - it reminds us that our freedom and way of life is precious.
But change they did! Remember how considerate we all were of each other, how tender we all felt for months? I have a long driveway, and I thought about it a lot. Thank you, again and again, to all those people who worked to save our country in those days. Thank you to all who still bear wounds - and those who lost thier dear innocent ones.
LET US NEVER FORGET that day - it reminds us that our freedom and way of life is precious.
We should be reminded every single day of the evil that happened on this day 7 years ago. How easy it is to allow the attacks and the devastation to become less in our memories than what actually happened.
Our flag is flying.
Our flag is flying.
Today's hs students could have been as young as 6, probably no more than 11 in 2001. Their parents may have, understandably, kept the news reports off around them so as to not frighten them.
And there are a great many families who do not discuss the news or things political with their children of any age.
To them, it's history, just like Pearl Harbor.
I taught, oddly enough, Black Studies in a Junior High in 1973. My students were unaware of Martin Luther King. Five years after his death, his impact was not yet fully felt by these children.
And there are a great many families who do not discuss the news or things political with their children of any age.
To them, it's history, just like Pearl Harbor.
I taught, oddly enough, Black Studies in a Junior High in 1973. My students were unaware of Martin Luther King. Five years after his death, his impact was not yet fully felt by these children.
My kids are 15 and 12 and they both know about it. When we went to Cooperstown three years ago with my oldest, we went to NYC and to ground zero. Told the story many times to them and have watched footage over the years with them. I completely agree that unless you remember the past, it will likely happen again. We should take this time to either remind or teach our kids what this was all about.
We live in the greatest country in the world and our kids need to know it and protect it.
God Bless America.
We live in the greatest country in the world and our kids need to know it and protect it.
God Bless America.
What were you going to do that day? I was on a bus on the UGA campus when I heard.
That night, 2B and his team were supposed to have a game. First game of fall ball. We were all excited. Of course the game was canceled, but that evening I took 2B and one of his friends out to the field to hit anyway. It was probably more for me than for him - I just couldn't bear to watch the nonstop coverage on TV. I needed baseball. It was so quiet and empty at the field. As we walked past the tennis courts, a lone dad was out hitting balls with his daughter. Our eyes met briefly - we were there for the same reason.
We lived near Atlanta, and had gotten so used to seeing vapor trails in the sky every day and night. Those days without them were so eerie. I remember, though, when baseball started back up, the Braves were playing the Mets in NY. I'm a Braves fan, but couldn't help admiring the courage of those fans in NY with their "Hey Osama, Yo Mama" signs. And I remember the first Atlanta home game. Ray Charles sang "America the Beautiful." It was awesome. 2B was in the 3rd grade, and his school decided that all of the children should learn to sing the Star Spangled Banner. I remember listening to him singing it in the shower.
Land of the free, home of the brave. Yes indeed.
That night, 2B and his team were supposed to have a game. First game of fall ball. We were all excited. Of course the game was canceled, but that evening I took 2B and one of his friends out to the field to hit anyway. It was probably more for me than for him - I just couldn't bear to watch the nonstop coverage on TV. I needed baseball. It was so quiet and empty at the field. As we walked past the tennis courts, a lone dad was out hitting balls with his daughter. Our eyes met briefly - we were there for the same reason.
We lived near Atlanta, and had gotten so used to seeing vapor trails in the sky every day and night. Those days without them were so eerie. I remember, though, when baseball started back up, the Braves were playing the Mets in NY. I'm a Braves fan, but couldn't help admiring the courage of those fans in NY with their "Hey Osama, Yo Mama" signs. And I remember the first Atlanta home game. Ray Charles sang "America the Beautiful." It was awesome. 2B was in the 3rd grade, and his school decided that all of the children should learn to sing the Star Spangled Banner. I remember listening to him singing it in the shower.
Land of the free, home of the brave. Yes indeed.
We had returned from New York about three weeks before 9/11. We were getting ready to leave for school and my husband called and told us to turn the TV on. We had just developed our pictures with one being on a ferry boat going to statue of liberty and the twin towers are in back of us.Devastating, such a beautiful place and we had such a wonderful time.Its very sad for me still to think of all those lost lives.
the terroists are still out there guys, dont fool yourslves into thinking that will be the last attack.
the terroists are still out there guys, dont fool yourslves into thinking that will be the last attack.
Alan Jackson asked, "Where were you when the world stopped turning?...". I can tell you the exact spot where I was standing when I turned on the TV and the horror in my heart, when I knew at that moment that our world would never ever be the same. God Bless all those that lost lives and families on that horrible day, and God Bless our Troops!
I was sitting in the same office I'm sitting in now, working at home. I didn't have TV or radio on, but I called my sister to talk to her about my mom who had driven with a friend from Minnesota to Colorado a few days ago but might need to come home by plane due to a travel mishap. My brother-in-law answered the phone, thinking I must have called because of the attacks. When he learned that I had no idea, he said...words which must have been said thousands of times that day..."turn on your TV".
After that, my husband called from work to see if I knew, and I called both of my sons' schools (small private HS and middle school) to check that the schools were safe and unharmed. It was conceivable to most of us, I think, as news of the attacks was first breaking, that there might be more attacks all over the country.
My husband stopped home from work at mid-day and we did not speak much (mostly staring at the unbelievable images unfolding on TV), except for his first words to me: "The world will never be the same."
After that, my husband called from work to see if I knew, and I called both of my sons' schools (small private HS and middle school) to check that the schools were safe and unharmed. It was conceivable to most of us, I think, as news of the attacks was first breaking, that there might be more attacks all over the country.
My husband stopped home from work at mid-day and we did not speak much (mostly staring at the unbelievable images unfolding on TV), except for his first words to me: "The world will never be the same."
My husband and I were both at LAX, he was sitting on his plane on the runway, ready for takeoff. I had just checked in my luggage, and sitting at my gate waiting to board - we were both traveling on United to different parts of the country for business. While in the check in line, I overheard the ladies in front of me talking about a plane hitting one of the twin towers, and thought it was a small plane. While waiting at the gate, I watched on the monitor as the second plane hit, and then a man ran wildly down the corridor shouting something about two commercial jets hitting the towers. I remember feeling like I was in a dream. First they announced that my plane would be delayed in boarding due to "gate problems" at the airport I was headed to.
I tried calling my husband but he had his phone off. The next thing they announced was that the airport was closing and all luggage could be retrieved at the baggage claim turnstiles - everyone was to leave immediately. I finally reached my husband, whose plane had been on the tarmac. He said that they told him on the plane that they were returning to the gate due to mechanical difficulties on the plane.
We met up on the shuttle back to the car parking lot(since we were headed in two different directions for work, we had two cars at the airport), and it was on the shuttle van that we listened on the radio as the towers collapsed.
It was all extremely surreal. It all happened so very fast. I don't recall realizing immediately the magnitude of what was going on around us. It was only as the hours and days unfolded that the horror of it all sunk in. When we got home, we stared at the TV all day, and for the many weeks afterward.
I also had two clients mid-air on two different planes from two different parts of the country, headed to our meeting. When I finally reached them, they told me that the flight crews prepared them for a crash landing, and were told it was because the planes had mechanical difficulties. Both clients landed safely, and had to rent a car and drive back to LA.
We had friends stranded in London for almost a week, another business associate flying to Korea in the air at the same time we were headed out, and another business associate in mid-town Manhattan at the time. We worried about them all, but they all made it home safely eventually. Some on planes, some on trains and rental cars (the NY guy).
When I was a child, air travel was a luxury and the exception. Now it is the norm, like taking a bus or driving your car somewhere. Our travel mannerisms, IMHO, are vulnerable, and I believe it is sad that we must now forever be cautious.
I tried calling my husband but he had his phone off. The next thing they announced was that the airport was closing and all luggage could be retrieved at the baggage claim turnstiles - everyone was to leave immediately. I finally reached my husband, whose plane had been on the tarmac. He said that they told him on the plane that they were returning to the gate due to mechanical difficulties on the plane.
We met up on the shuttle back to the car parking lot(since we were headed in two different directions for work, we had two cars at the airport), and it was on the shuttle van that we listened on the radio as the towers collapsed.
It was all extremely surreal. It all happened so very fast. I don't recall realizing immediately the magnitude of what was going on around us. It was only as the hours and days unfolded that the horror of it all sunk in. When we got home, we stared at the TV all day, and for the many weeks afterward.
I also had two clients mid-air on two different planes from two different parts of the country, headed to our meeting. When I finally reached them, they told me that the flight crews prepared them for a crash landing, and were told it was because the planes had mechanical difficulties. Both clients landed safely, and had to rent a car and drive back to LA.
We had friends stranded in London for almost a week, another business associate flying to Korea in the air at the same time we were headed out, and another business associate in mid-town Manhattan at the time. We worried about them all, but they all made it home safely eventually. Some on planes, some on trains and rental cars (the NY guy).
When I was a child, air travel was a luxury and the exception. Now it is the norm, like taking a bus or driving your car somewhere. Our travel mannerisms, IMHO, are vulnerable, and I believe it is sad that we must now forever be cautious.
I was sleeping, a luxury I still maintain, when the phone rang. It was my husband, the Operations Manager at Los Angeles Control Tower. He knew that I wouldn't have had the TV on yet so told me that two planes had hit the towers and that it was believed to be intentional and I should turn on the TV. In my mind's eye, I was envisioning small private planes ... I had no idea he was speaking of jets.
The Pentagon had not yet been hit, if memory serves me correctly, nor had Flight 93 gone down.
I sat on the sofa the entire day, save for getting cups of coffee and using the bathroom. When my son and his girlfriend came home from high school (which had been dismissed early), I remember getting annoyed with them for 'chatting' and interfering with my ability to listen to the TV.
My husband was stranded at work the rest of the day as they maintained a 'skeletan' crew to get the planes down that were in the air when air travel was halted nationwide. Periodically the news cameras would turn to LAX, with the control tower ever present in the picture, talking about a bomb scare they had, etc. I kept looking at that tower and praying that my husband would return safely, which he did around 5 or 5:30. He immediately went to the closet where we kept our flag, hung it outside, then proceeded to break down and weep in the arms of my son and me.
Yes, I remember where I was as I saw the towers that I had once been in for a conference (on one of the very very high floors) collapse ... and our family makes a point of NEVER becoming acquiescent about the terror out there. Our son is now very politically astute (he does tend to follow in our foot tracks politically ... sorry Orlando), and stays on top of the things going on around him.
May God bless the survivors, the families of the lost, and hold the victims ever in His loving arms.
The Pentagon had not yet been hit, if memory serves me correctly, nor had Flight 93 gone down.
I sat on the sofa the entire day, save for getting cups of coffee and using the bathroom. When my son and his girlfriend came home from high school (which had been dismissed early), I remember getting annoyed with them for 'chatting' and interfering with my ability to listen to the TV.
My husband was stranded at work the rest of the day as they maintained a 'skeletan' crew to get the planes down that were in the air when air travel was halted nationwide. Periodically the news cameras would turn to LAX, with the control tower ever present in the picture, talking about a bomb scare they had, etc. I kept looking at that tower and praying that my husband would return safely, which he did around 5 or 5:30. He immediately went to the closet where we kept our flag, hung it outside, then proceeded to break down and weep in the arms of my son and me.
Yes, I remember where I was as I saw the towers that I had once been in for a conference (on one of the very very high floors) collapse ... and our family makes a point of NEVER becoming acquiescent about the terror out there. Our son is now very politically astute (he does tend to follow in our foot tracks politically ... sorry Orlando), and stays on top of the things going on around him.
May God bless the survivors, the families of the lost, and hold the victims ever in His loving arms.
I was sitting on the couch, playing Madden 2002, waiting for a friend of mine to pick me up for school. I turned 18 two days before and was enjoying my birthday present, my brand new Playstation 2 that I had worked all summer mowing lawns to pay for half since it was still expensive. So I woke up about an hour early to get ready for school so I could get a game in before I left for the day.
My mom was getting ready for work when she heard on the radio that a plane hit one of the buildings and yelled in to me to turn on the news. I figured it was probably a small plane, so I continued with my video game. Within five minutes my buddy was coming down the street, so I turned off the game and went past the tv that was on in the kitchen on my way out the back door. It was in those 5 seconds that I watched the second plane hit and I knew that something bad was going down.
I had signed my selective service card that morning so my mother could drop it in the mail on her way to work. My buddy and I almost didn't make it to school that day. We both enjoyed politics and were pretty savvy to the ways of the political world for seniors in high school. In the three minutes it took to get to school we talked about how because of what happened that the draft was a possibility now. If it weren't for football practice that afternoon, we would have ditched school and went to the local recruiting office.
The administration at my high school made us turn off all the tv's after the first tower collapsed. We went about the rest of the day knowing what had happened, but not knowing the extent of it all. The rest of the school day was like any other, except that gut feeling that the world was somehow very very different outside those walls. That and the fact that my high school was in the landing pattern of Midway Airport in Chicago, so football practice was eerily quiet with one of the most absolutely beautiful blue skies I've ever seen above us.
My parents were both involved with the athletic booster club at the school and were helping out with the girls volleyball match that was going on after practice got out. I got two of the biggest hugs from them when I first saw them. Then I was told to take the cars and fill up on gas before the prices shot through the roof.
I now work in a high school, and this year it made me think about just how different the world is because of the attacks and how it changed my life and the lives of people close to me in age.
This September 11, more so than any other time since that morning two days after my 18th birthday, I was angry. Down right angry. We were supposed to be a generation that did not know war. Yeah there was the Persian Gulf War, but I'm talking about a long and drawn out conflict. We weren't supposed to see friends leave for some foreign country to never return. Our parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles had fought so hard to make sure we had a peaceful life. That peaceful life was taken away from us in one morning. Our innocence was stolen from us. We were supposed to live in the greatest country in the world. I still believe it is, but sadly there are many of my fellow citizens who do not believe that because of our actions after that day. That's another conversation.
It angered me how 7 years after this awful event it has been forgotten. One of the biggest newspapers in the country had no mention of the attacks until after page 10. It's been almost 70 years since Pearl Harbor and it is still present every December 7 on the front page of most newspapers. How could the country that was united so strongly after the attacks be so fractured now? What happened to all the people who were out in the streets with their American Flags, screaming and yelling for our country? How many of those who are so outspokenly against what is going on today and want the Sept. 11 forgotten about are some of the same people who were out rallying support for our country in the weeks following the attacks?
My heart goes out to all of the people and families who were directly affected by the attacks on September 11. Please remember that it was not just in New York. There was the Pentagon and that field in Pennsylvania. There were the hundreds of fireman and police officers who sacrificed their lives. Since then there have been hundreds of soldiers who have given their lives so we never have to see anything like this happen again. I'll never forget, and I hope none of you do either.
My mom was getting ready for work when she heard on the radio that a plane hit one of the buildings and yelled in to me to turn on the news. I figured it was probably a small plane, so I continued with my video game. Within five minutes my buddy was coming down the street, so I turned off the game and went past the tv that was on in the kitchen on my way out the back door. It was in those 5 seconds that I watched the second plane hit and I knew that something bad was going down.
I had signed my selective service card that morning so my mother could drop it in the mail on her way to work. My buddy and I almost didn't make it to school that day. We both enjoyed politics and were pretty savvy to the ways of the political world for seniors in high school. In the three minutes it took to get to school we talked about how because of what happened that the draft was a possibility now. If it weren't for football practice that afternoon, we would have ditched school and went to the local recruiting office.
The administration at my high school made us turn off all the tv's after the first tower collapsed. We went about the rest of the day knowing what had happened, but not knowing the extent of it all. The rest of the school day was like any other, except that gut feeling that the world was somehow very very different outside those walls. That and the fact that my high school was in the landing pattern of Midway Airport in Chicago, so football practice was eerily quiet with one of the most absolutely beautiful blue skies I've ever seen above us.
My parents were both involved with the athletic booster club at the school and were helping out with the girls volleyball match that was going on after practice got out. I got two of the biggest hugs from them when I first saw them. Then I was told to take the cars and fill up on gas before the prices shot through the roof.
I now work in a high school, and this year it made me think about just how different the world is because of the attacks and how it changed my life and the lives of people close to me in age.
This September 11, more so than any other time since that morning two days after my 18th birthday, I was angry. Down right angry. We were supposed to be a generation that did not know war. Yeah there was the Persian Gulf War, but I'm talking about a long and drawn out conflict. We weren't supposed to see friends leave for some foreign country to never return. Our parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles had fought so hard to make sure we had a peaceful life. That peaceful life was taken away from us in one morning. Our innocence was stolen from us. We were supposed to live in the greatest country in the world. I still believe it is, but sadly there are many of my fellow citizens who do not believe that because of our actions after that day. That's another conversation.
It angered me how 7 years after this awful event it has been forgotten. One of the biggest newspapers in the country had no mention of the attacks until after page 10. It's been almost 70 years since Pearl Harbor and it is still present every December 7 on the front page of most newspapers. How could the country that was united so strongly after the attacks be so fractured now? What happened to all the people who were out in the streets with their American Flags, screaming and yelling for our country? How many of those who are so outspokenly against what is going on today and want the Sept. 11 forgotten about are some of the same people who were out rallying support for our country in the weeks following the attacks?
My heart goes out to all of the people and families who were directly affected by the attacks on September 11. Please remember that it was not just in New York. There was the Pentagon and that field in Pennsylvania. There were the hundreds of fireman and police officers who sacrificed their lives. Since then there have been hundreds of soldiers who have given their lives so we never have to see anything like this happen again. I'll never forget, and I hope none of you do either.
CCKnights,
Excellent post and you are right we should never ever forget and think we are clear of it not happening again.We need to be aware of the young men that serving in this war. They are losing their lives to keep us safe and I will never forget that day .
Excellent post and you are right we should never ever forget and think we are clear of it not happening again.We need to be aware of the young men that serving in this war. They are losing their lives to keep us safe and I will never forget that day .