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September 11, 2012

Remembering 9/11

Filed under: Featured,General — Joe Aiello @ 8:00 am

As is tradition on this site, I would like to post my story of 9/11. It’s important to share our stories because everyone was affected by that day. Don’t ever forget that day. Feel free to share your story in the comment section.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I woke up and got ready for class as if it was like any other day before it. On the way to my class, I stopped in the UC, one of the only places open for food in the morning, to get my usual breakfast, a blueberry glazed Krispy Kreme donut and a bottle of Minute Maid cranberry grape juice. It’s not the best breakfast in the world, but when your options are limited, you take what you can get. After paying for my food with a magic card called a cat card, I was off to class. I say it’s magic because it certainly seems that way. You simply scan it and they let you have your food. It’s as if the food is free and they are merely verifying your identity before you consume it.

The class I was on my way to that morning was a computer programming class. I had considered dropping the class at the beginning of the semester because it was a harder class than I needed but I decided to stick it out. The class began at 9:30 and went until 10:45. As I sat there through the class I began to think about all the things I still needed to do that day. I made a mental to do list in my mind. I had to go back to the room after class, get some things cleaned up, head over to Smoky Mountain High School for my first observation for EDCI 231, and then go to work that evening. What a jam-packed day. I was a little nervous about it because I had only talked once with the teacher whose room I was supposed to be in. On top of that, I wasn’t even sure exactly what my role was supposed to be. I had no clue where to go or what to expect. After all, it was my first semester at Western Carolina. I daydreamed and stared at my watch; 10:45 seemed to be so far away. Why is it that it always works out that way? When you want time to move slowly because you are having a good time, it always seems to move at the speed of light. When you want the time to go fast, as in my case this morning, the clock seems like it is out of batteries because the hands move so slow, almost not at all. After what seemed like an eternity, my watch finally said 10:45, which meant it was time for this class to be over. I gathered up my books, put them in my bag and headed back to my room. I had about an hour before I needed to be out the door, heading to Smoky Mountain. I wanted to get there early to make a good impression because it was my first day there. Also, I hate being late anywhere. I get very nervous when I am late or when other people are late.

As I walked back to my room, my mind couldn’t help but wander to thoughts about observing at the high school later that day. I was nervous. I had never had the opportunity to be in the classroom before. What if I made a mistake? As I got back to Scott Hall, the dorm I was assigned to, I walked passed a television in the lobby and noticed that it was tuned to the news. I don’t generally watch the news, it gets me very depressed, but I happened to see that there was a breaking news story on CNN. I made a mental note to check it out as I was cleaning so that I would know if it was anything important. More often than not, those breaking news stories are nothing. It is like the news station that cried wolf. They make little stories seem so big and get my attention and then I watch and they’re nothing. Normally I would not have even checked it out, but for some reason, that day, I did.

I got up to my room and started straightening up. I continued with that for a few minutes before I checked my e-mail and looked on some sports websites. Basically, I wasted some time because I wasn’t in the mood to clean. Really, come to think of it, there are very few days that I am in the mood to clean. Then I remembered the news. I turned the TV on and flipped to CNN. What I saw was one of the scariest things I had ever seen. I read the caption at the bottom of the screen and it said that the world trade center tower had been hit by an airplane. I was amazed. I didn’t know the extent of everything yet. I just thought that it was an accident by a pilot. I sat glued to the screen as if we were joined together by some invisible rope. I could not look away. Picture after picture flashed on the screen of the plane flying right into the tower. It was unbelievable. Finally, as I listened to what they were saying on the broadcast, I came to the full understanding of what had happened. We had been attacked. I wasn’t sure by who or why, but I knew that it had happened. I began to feel all kinds of emotions all rolled into one, emotions ranging from fear and anger to sadness and confusion. It was all too much for me and I began to feel the tears well up. At that point, right there in my room, I began to cry. I cried for our country. I had never seen something like this before so I guess that was the only way I knew how to process it.

As the news continued to replay the incident over and over it sunk in more and more how vulnerable this country was after all. I had always thought that our country was immune to everything, invincible. All the wars that we had fought had been fought somewhere else, somewhere far away. I think everyone sort of had a bit of smugness: about themselves and about our country before this happened. This definitely woke us all up. The phone began to ring and it probably was the only thing that could have brought me back to reality. I answered it, my voice reflecting the shock I was experiencing. It was my mom. She called to see if I was OK and to tell me that she loved me. I think everyone in the country must have made at least one call that day to someone they love. I told my mom that I appreciated it and told her that I loved her too. We talked for a few minutes about what had happened and if it was going to happen again. At this point, I wasn’t really sure about what was really going on. I started to worry about my family back home after that call. I am from Chicago, which is a very large and important city. I started to have scary thoughts about if the bombings continued in Chicago and other big U.S. cities. So much had already happened on this day and it was still only 11:45. Was there more to come?

It was time for me to go to Smoky Mountain for observation. I sort of wondered if there would even be students there. Would they have sent them home because of such a tragedy? I wasn’t sure, but it was still my responsibility to go and find out. As I drove the six miles to the school, all I could think about was what I had witnessed that morning. I searched every radio station on the way to the school, which is about 3, trying to find out all the information I could. I pulled up to the school and found a parking place. Everything about the school was quiet. I walked in and the halls were quiet and vacant. I was beginning to think that the students had been sent home. I made my way to the classroom that I was supposed to be in and found a teacher in the room watching the news. She seemed to be in the same state of shock that I was in. I said hello and she snapped back to reality. She stood and I told her my name. She introduced herself as well, and our conversation immediately changed to what had happened. “Do they know anything new?” I asked. “No, still the same stuff,” she replied. It was frustrating. The two towers and part of the Pentagon had been taken out, and a plane was down in Pennsylvania. How could this happen? Before we knew it, the kids were filing into the room. Normally I would expect the students to be rowdy and loud, and this would prove to be true as the semester would unfold, but on this day the students were somber and still. They walked into the classroom and quietly took their seats. My teacher had told me that they had basically had the TV on all morning and she planned to have it on the rest of the day. She told the class that we were going to be watching the news for this class period. I could tell by the students’ faces that they were just as scared as I was. They watched the TV trying to sort everything out. There was miscellaneous conversation here and there and then all of a sudden a boy raised his hand and asked very seriously, “Mrs. Danner does this mean there is going to be a draft, because I’m 18?” My heart sunk. I had not ever considered the possibility, but it was a real one. I began to get just as scared. I was only 23 so I was also a prime candidate to get drafted in the event that there was one.

After my time at Smoky Mountain was done, I drove home quietly. I turned off the radio and just drove home in silence. Too much had already happened today. I just needed some time to process everything. I got back to campus and went back to my room. I immediately went back to the TV. I had to be at work later that day for a short shift. I decided to take a nap because I was physically and mentally exhausted. I woke up around 4:15 with plenty of time to check the latest developments and get ready for work. Everything in me wanted to call in sick and stay home. Part of the reason was because I wanted to watch the TV and part of the reason was because I was still scared. I didn’t know if there were more attacks coming. Rumors were everywhere. There were people saying that the next hits were going to be close to where we were in North Carolina for some strange reason. I guess it was just conspiracy theory, because I have no clue why someone would want to bomb Cullowhee. Nonetheless, I was still scared. I went to work at Subway and had a hard time concentrating because the attacks were that all every customer wanted to talk about. So many people asked me if I had seen the latest news as if I was standing there watching the TV with them. I don’t think they realized that I was at work and not able to see the news. It was very frustrating.

Mercifully, my shift ended at 8 and I was back in the dorms. By this time my fiancée was with me and we were talking about what had happened. It just didn’t seem real yet. In the days ahead there would be news about terrorists and a hunt for Osama Bin Laden, but this day, September 11th, 2001 would be a day that will live in my memory forever. It is a day where lives were lost and heroes were born: A day that has changed our country forever. A day that I will never forget.

Please take a minute to share your story of that day in the comment section and remember the people affected as you go through your day today.

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Joe Aiello is the founder of View From the Bleachers and one of the lead writers. Growing up in Chicago, he fondly remembers attending games in the bleachers before that was the popular thing to do. Currently Joe resides in North Carolina with his wife and three kids and helps people protect their assets as an independent insurance agent. Connect with Joe via Twitter / Facebook / E-mail

  • Seymour Butts

    Thanks for the thread Joe, It allows us to learn a little more about each other. For instance, most of you are younger than I, and Joe once worked at my favorite restaurant.
    My story is also long, feel free to skip it.
    I was attending the first day of a medical conference on coronary interventions… in downtown Washington DC. About the second lecture in, the organizers became obviously disorganized, and around mid morning made a statement that he figured we all knew what was going on in the outside world, but that they would try to press on. Several of us looked at each other and it was obvious that essentially nobody in a room of several hundred had any clue. A guy next to me went to the hotel lobby to a bank of computers they had set up for us and got the scoop. Word slowly filtered thru the room.
    What was supposed to be a 6 day conference was shortened to a day and a half. The organizers were from a hospital in Manhattan and were visibly shaken for the duration, many of the speakers had yet to arrive and would not as there was no air travel until Sunday. My wife was asleep in the hotel room and our daughter called her from Washington State and told her to look out the window where there was now a police state. Neither of heard anything when the pentagon was hit, though we could see the smoke.
    We were stuck in DC with no way to travel out, and no conference to attend. We saw every inch of the Smithsonian, walked the mall, and toured DC. Small houses, way too close together. Cops with machine guns on every corner. I’ve not been back to DC and don’t plan on it. Not because of 9-11, but because the most honest people in town are the street walkers.
    We were scheduled to fly home on Sunday. As luck would have it, that’s the first day the skies were opened back up. The news said to get to the air port early. ( by the way we saw Newt Gingrich in the airport on the trip in, woo-hoo). We got there 4 hour early to cope with the enormous lines. Delta had signs posted over their counters to get in lines according to your connection, Atlanta, Cincinnati, and Salt Lake City. The first 2 had enormous lines. Salt Lake, where we were going, had 2 people in front of us. We got on a flight 2 hours earlier than originally scheduled.
    I never felt threatened personally, and it was too early in the investigation to get mad at any particular group of people. Nobody I knew personally was injured or killed, so it was mostly a surreal week from my perspective.

  • Lizzie

    I remember a very few things vividly and everything else is a blur. I worked from home and was listening to Spike O’Dell on WGN Radio as I did every morning, and I remember him sounding flustered saying ‘ummm, there’s something going on here that we think you need to know about … ‘ and went on to tell about the plane hitting the first tower. At that point they thought it was a commuter plane.

    I then flipped on the TV and I think it was Tom Brokaw talking when the second plane hit, and he CLEARLY thought they were replaying footage from the first plane. It seemed like forever (and was really about 15 seconds) before it sunk in for the newscasters and for me that it was a second plane and a second hit. Very odd feeling that everyone was figuring it out together.

    Another vivid memory I have is of afterwards, the absence of planes (as Jerry mentioned above). At the time we lived in Griffith, Indiana and it was an arrival path for planes heading toward Midway. There was always a Southwest plane overhead. So often that we never even noticed them. Until they were gone.

    Just some little vivid tidbits. The rest gets blurrier and blurrier as each year passes.

  • Mastrick

    This morning’s coverage of the anniversary disturbed me a little bit, particularly when they read the names. It was as though I was being slapped in the face by man’s inhumanity to his fellow man, the sheer lunacy of people trying to achieve political ends through mass murder. One won’t hear me paraphrasing Ayn Rand very often but it made me question again what differentiates rational man from suicidal animal.

    I hope that we capture bin-Laden and al-Zawahiri soon. Thusfar we’ve conducted 30 missile attacks this year in Pakistan compared to 10 last year as of this date. I hope we catch them alive and healthy and extradite them to New York for trial. Rather than giving them the martyrdom that they crave I hope we build special glass cells for them in NY where people can come view them like animals in a zoo. A humane death is too good for them.

  • Terrelle Pryor 2

    I was in 8th grade at the time, and looking back I am not happy with the way my school handled the attacks. The towers were hit around 7:45 Chicago time, homeroom started at 8, first class at 8:15. Not told anything. Classes go normal. Now 9, 2nd class, teacher has radio on about what happened, but class was normal. We were working on projects, she kept the radio on while we worked on them. Now 9:45, my 3rd class, they tell us some planes crashed into the towers and the Pentagon, but that’s it. 10:30 now, 4th class I finally find out everything, it was my science class, teacher started acting like a big-shot saying people are idiots if they didn’t know it was terrorism after the first tower was hit, and then he started using these attacks as examples for various things we were studying throughout the year.

    Now, the principal came into classes throughout the day she was like there won’t be outdoor recess because of the threat of an attack. Uhm, okay. By this time all flights had been grounded and there were no flights in air in the US. And then 2 months later for science class we planted trees and everyone decided to dedicate the trees to 9/11, teacher said his name means tree man in German, I asked a friend who said his name was absolutely nothing in German, teacher flipped a shit while the trees were being planted, marked me off on my power point for my ideas of commemorating the attacks (not planting trees of NY, Pennsylvania, DC, planting trees in a pentagon shape, planting 2 of the same trees next to each other to symbolize the towers), and then 8 years later those trees are gone

  • sherm

    I was supposed to be in the air that day — and for some reason, perhaps the same reason that compelled Cubbiedude’s shoes to come undone…I canceled the trip. Something I rarely, if ever, do. I was headed to the midwest that day from the west coast — so would not have been near the east coast, but would have been stranded somewhere in Ohio, I’m sure, for a day or two while they sorted things out.

    I had flown on two of the four flights that went down that day.

    Side story. A few weeks earlier, I’d been flying to Washington DC, and had been seated next to a guy who the pilot came to speak with before takeoff. Guy sees my inquisitive look and tells me that he’s FBI — actually counterterrorism — and he’s on his way to DC to testify in something or other. Tells me that he’s armed, and that’s why the captain needs to check with him. Story goes that the pilot is charge when the plane is in the air, but thet FBI is the boss when the plane is on the ground — if anything ever happened. We hit it off nicely and he even gave me his card because at the time my daughter was considering the FBI as a career and his wife was a female agent — he suggested that they talk. Nice flight. We wish each other well and go our own ways. First thought I have on 9/11? Why, oh why, couldn’t those bastards have chosen that flight? All it would have taken was one FBI agent, or sky marshall, to shut down a bunch of crazies with razors.

    I remember 9/11 every time I fly. Which is two to four times a week.

  • cubbiedude

    Sherm, The shoelaces story wasn’t me. But here’s what I remember.

    It was a Tuesday morning. The “Fortunate Souls” do their Breakfast Rides on Tuesday mornings.

    The Fortunate Souls are a group of mostly old retired farts like me, who like to ride motorcycles. I should say that the emphasis of the Breakfast Rides is “Breakfast”. We were gathering in the parking area of a gas station/mini mart when it became apparent that something unusual was happening.

    Someone said there was a TV inside, so we went into the building. There was a small TV behind the counter, and that’s where I saw the video images for the first time. My thoughts were of a friend from long ago who, the last I heard, was living back in New York City and working in or near the twin towers. As the buildings crumbled to the ground I thought of her.

    Eventually my attention moved from the TV screen to the guy behind the counter. He was Middle Eastern in appearance, and he was smiling like this was the greatest video he had ever seen. I remember eyeballin’ him for some time. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t enraged, I wasn’t trying to act tough or be bad. But I was regarding this guy whose happiness at that time seemed oh so inappropriate.

    After a quick breakfast at the closest diner we could find, most of the guys were in a hurry to “go home and watch it on TV”.

    Go Home and Watch TV?? Is that the right response to what just happened? That’s not what I wanted to do.

    I understand that the Congress of the United States gathered together and sang “God Bless America”. That’s not what I wanted to do either.

    I know I was experiencing a lot of emotions the rest of that day, but fear wasn’t one of them.

    I was concerned mostly for the safety of my family and friends. Fortunately, as it turned out, none were directly involved. For that I thank my lucky stars.

    The Boy Scout motto comes to mind. “Be Prepared”.

  • Tom C

    As I had closed the night before at work (Domino’s Pizza) I was asleep when the first plane hit. My wife was at work (we were in the process of buying the Domino’s in the hellish town of Dravosburg, PA) and called and woke me up. I immediately turned on the TV to see the 2nd plane hit. I was instantly stunned. The thoughts running thru my mind were of sheer terror. I grew up in Middletown, NJ where quite a few number of people commuted to work at the WTC. Though Middletown was about 60 miles by land, it was only about 10-12 miles from water (you could watch the Macy’s fireworks from many spots on the beach). Also, my nephew went to school right near the Pentagon. I tried in vain to contact friends in NYC and my family in DC to no avail. Ironically, the news reports kept on mentioning Pittsburgh for the Shanksville plane crash so my family in DC was trying to get in touch with me as I was living in Pittsburgh at the time (Forest Hills). Watching the towers crumble to the ground was scary, surreal, unimaginable, etc. I used to frequent WTC often as my sister worked there while she went to Columbia University. It took me awhile to finally get a hold of my DC family but they were all safe. The rest of the day was spent talking on the phone and watching the news. My wedding was scheduled for 9/15/2001, needless to say we pushed it back to 10/20/2001 and still many of my friends from NJ/NY did not make it due to the after-effects of 9/11.

  • Buddy

    I was in a meeting at our local Chamber of Commerce. They interupted the meeting to tell us “something terrible has happened in New York.” Everyone quickly departed. I was listening to news radio on the way back to my office. The broadcast was extremely vivid, so I felt like I had a clear idea of what happened. When I finally got to a television, I quickly saw how wrong I was. It was 1,000 times worse than I could have ever imagined. I’ll never forget how awful I felt that day.

  • Larry Sproul

    I had slept in as it was a day off work . After getting up I turned the coffee maker and TV on. Within a few seconds I saw smoke from the first tower . Then I saw the second plane strike the tower. Still really unaware of what occured . I watched the NBC feed and could not beleive it .
    My mind was also on getting packed for Chicago as I had tickets fot 9-13-01 . ( Cubs v Reds )

    Within about 1/2 hour I got called into work as emergency standby . All days off were cancelled and there was no Chicago trip . 9 years later it still is in my mind just like the day JFK died . God Bless the folks that died !

  • http://muppet Doug S.

    I’m on the west coast and started work at 6:00 AM that day just as this started going down. I was excited. Tomorrow I was off to New Orleans to meet up with some friends from NY and the Bay Area to party for a few days, take in a Saints game, etc.
    A co-worker came into my office at 6:30 and asked “Have you heard the news?” I hadn’t. He’d heard something on the radio on his drive into work about planes smashing into buildings in NYC…… What?
    Immediately I tried to go to all the NYC area websites where I get news about my beloved NY Jets to see what was happening. None of them were responding. After a few minutes of this I tried the Boston Globe, connected and saw that famous horrifying picture.
    As more people arrived to work, more details became known. Somehow TVs were found in the office and makeshift antennas assembled from coat hangers etc. to get local TV channels. The reception was poor but the images were unbelievable and somehow believable at the same time. This was happening.
    The thing I remember most is the look on people’s faces that day. We were 3000 miles away and there was this shocked, uncertain, what’s next? look everywhere. Everything had just changed . I could only imagine what people in the disaster areas were experiencing.

  • Mark P.

    The concept of 9/11 has always been surreal to me. My story is a bit out of the norm, as I did not learn of the tragedy until 5 days later. At the time, I was in a psychiatric hospital being treated for suicidal depression. For obvious reasons, right or wrong, the news was kept from me and the rest of the patients.

    Being stashed away, completely isolated from the event, the outrage, the grief, the aftermath always left me feeling cheated. I feel as though I missed my chance to process the news with the rest of the nation–I was well late. The feeling is hard to describe.

    All I can say is that, activities like this, sharing stories–it helps ease that awkwardness that still exists for me 10 years later.

    Thank you all for sharing.

  • Mark in Toronto

    I was on my way to work and sitting at a traffic light after getting off the expressway. I was about halfway to work at that point and the music radio station I was listening to mentioned some breaking news about a plane hitting the World Trade Center. They speculated it was a small plane or something and went back to music. As I got closer to work the news began to get worse and they mentioned one of the towers was on fire. Once I got into work I turned on the same radio station at my desk and found out another plane had hit, and from there the news just got worse and worse, and they no longer played any music the rest of the day. Work was definitely not the usual that day and I just remember everywhere else I went that day (I worked in downtown Toronto) people had radios or tvs on and everybody just had a stunned and scared look on their faces. After work I had to take my car to the dealership for some repairs and remember everyone in the showroom was glued to a tv watching the events that had unfolded that day and that’s when I finally really saw everything for the first time (after hearing about it throughout the day on the radio). It wasn’t until I finally got home that night that everything really hit me and I must say I didn’t sleep much that night.

  • Eddie Von White

    I had just dropped my kids off at school and was driving home southbound on State Road 69 when I heard the news on the radio. My first thought was I need to go back and get my kids. I can protect them better than anyone else (they were in grades 1 and 4). When I got home my wife had Fox News on and as we watched it all unfold I remember intense anger. I looked out the window and it was a day just like today – clear, crisp and sunny – and peaceful in Southern Wisconsin. I couldn’t even imagine the chaos in NYC. That evening we called an impromptu prayer meeting at church, but my car was on empty. At the local gas station, in a town of 600 people the cars were backed up about 1/2 mile waiting to fill up. The price had jumped from $1.86 that morning to $2.36 a gallon by evening. They would have gone higher but there’s a law that says you can only raise the price twice in a 24 hour period.  I also grieved the empty skies overhead. No jet streams. But on day 4 when the planes started flying again I cheered. I’m still pissed.

    God bless America – please! 

  • http://twitter.com/JCStats Josh Cornwall

    I too was in the 8th grade in class. 

    The creepiest thing about that morning that I’ll never forget is that in my first class of the day, social studies, we were discussing the conflicts in the Middle East and spent a good chunk of that time talking about Bin Laden. Less than an hour later the towers were hit. 

    Living less than 70 miles from the city at the time, we got out of school about an hour after the attacks. For the next two to three weeks you would come out every morning to ash on your car. It was surreal. 

    My thoughts are with everyone on this day

  • Josephine

    I was at school at St. Ann’s in Memphis, 1st grade.  The attacks were announced over the speakers; I don’t remember if we got sent home early, but I do remember Mom having the TV on, showing the smoke and the people running from the towers.  One of my cousins lived in the city at the time, as did a friend of my Dad’s, but neither of them were hurt.  I remember being scared, and Mom crying.  It’s something that you will never forget.

  • Jeremiah Johnson

    Last year, Jedi and I tag-teamed on a post about 9/11 and the Cubs’ first home game after the attacks. It’s still one of my favorite things that either of us has written for VFTB.

    You can read it here: http://viewfromthebleachers.com/blog/2011/09/09/memories-of-911-sosa-and-the-home-run-that-almost-wasnt/

  • Eknussman

    We had the radio on as usual.  When I heard about the first plane, I thought someone had gotten lost in NY and it was a tragic accident.  When news came of the second plane, I knew neither was a coincidence.  Then the other planes, and all the planes having to be put down wherever with none more to fly until further notice.
    Garry went to work that day but the office let people go home early, so he did and we watched tv, prayed, cried.
    Friends were stranded in Hawaii because planes had to be cleared to fly again.  If someone from GTY had not called them, they might not have turned their tv on as they were over there on vacation.

  • Chuck

    I know that I will catch a lot of heat for saying this, but here goes…  I think enough time has passed that we need to put some of this behind us.  It has been more than a decade and the mastermind behind it is crab food.
    Should we forget about it?  No.  Should we pretend it never happened?  Absolutely not.  Should we make a really big deal about it every year?  I don’t know.  I think it may be time to acknowledge that it happened and move on.  I will never forget where I was and what I was doing.  I don’t need 5000 TV specials to remind me of it.
    Maybe I am just a jerk…

  • http://swantron.com/ jswanson

    Saddam did a lot of bad shit, but hijacking planes wasn’t his bag.  That said, I tend to agree.  I am with Lizzie on this…the details have become more cloudy with time, and were shared by millions of others.  

  • Bryan

    Chuck, I know exactly what you mean, especially as time makes things feel more distant.  Like you said, there are thousands of TV specials aired on the anniversary and a few between, so I feel like I have a good grasp of everything that happened that tragic morning.  That being said, one thing that will never get old for me is hearing people’s stories of where they were.  Reminds me that no matter how different we perceive ourselves to be, we are really pretty similar.  Whether conservative or liberal, Cubs fan or Cardinals fan, doctor or garbage collector, we all hurt the same.

  • Chuck

    Osama was the mastermind, not Saddam.  Ans the SEALs dumped his body at sea in an undisclosed location after they confirmed it was him.
    Going into Iraq was W’s payback for Saddam putting a hit on the elder Bush.

  • BLPCTB

    I think it will fade away over time just like Pearl Harbor

  • http://swantron.com/ jswanson

    My bad…confused my shot in the face and dumped in the Indian Ocean with hung by Shiites.  

  • Jedi

    Maybe I’m just not watching the right places, but I don’t see that it was ‘made a really big deal’ much more than Pearl Harbor is on December 7th.

    I would also say that 4 years after Pearl Harbor we’d obliterated the Japanese…11 years after 9/11 and we still haven’t curbed the growth of militant Islam that seeks our destruction (as evidenced in Libya and Egypt yesterday).  I’m not saying that as a criticism, as if we haven’t done enough as a country – it’s just a fact, that 11 years later there is just as much (if not more) hatred/violence towards the US from the Al-Qaeda type groups.  Whereas, 4 years after Pearl Harbor we didn’t have an everyday threat from kamikaze pilots who were willing to fly suicide missions into the side of of navy destroyers.  So yeah, I would say that 9/11 needs to be in the forefront of our minds, because it’s obviously still a rallying point for our nation’s enemies.

  • BLPCTB

    There was a huge difference though. Pearl Harbor was in the middle of WWII, and the Japanese attacked the U.S. because the U.S. cut off aid to Japan. There was no big world war going on at the time of September 11. That gave the U.S. a reason to enter WWII in Japan, and then Hitler decided to be an idiot and declare war on the U.S., and then got a good ole beatdown by the Americans, Brits, Canadians, Aussies, and Kiwis.

  • flyslinger2

    I just got back in town from vacation and was reading the
    old posts when I came across this item.

    I live and work in the DC area.  That day I was at a customer site on the
    north side of Andrews Air Force Base. The news came on the radio in the office
    that I was at and quickly a TV was turned on to watch what was taking place.  It didn’t take long for the scramble of jets
    to take place.  I decided then to call it
    a day and make my way back to my home.  Because
    of the topography left after the action of water, the Pentagon is a low lying
    area that was basically swamp.  My home
    is east and a bit south from there on a huge area that is several hundred feet
    higher.  Between the cloudless sky and
    prevailing winds I could see and smell the smoke plume from the direct hit.  That is roughly 10 miles from my home.

    I attend a large church in Northern Virginia that has a huge
    transient population of military men and woman, Government officials, political
    people and other VIPs.  Not that that is
    important in and of itself, but it is germane to this day.  One of my favorite Pastors was in the wing
    that took the direct hit from the plane. 
    He was remarkably unhurt and was instrumental in the saving of several
    lives that day.  Another man, Brian
    Birdwell, who attended our church, was badly burned and disfigured by the
    burning jet fuel.  His is a remarkable
    story and one that you can read by googling his name.

    The region was serious chaos that day and for many more to
    come.  I lost almost a week’s worth of
    work just because companies were fearful of opening their doors.  Nothing close to the loss of life that others experienced. 

    I have alluded to this before briefly in other posts.  Because of my 50 years of involvement in the
    church I have had many opportunities to read and study the contents of the
    bible.  Purely from a historical
    perspective, if you take the bible as a social studies book, it doesn’t take
    much reason and thought to quickly come to the conclusion that the people
    groups that occupy the middle east regions are a contentious lot.  Unrest, discord, tribal disagreements are the
    norm.  Add back in the biblical
    perspective and you also get the plan that the Creator of the universe has communicated
    since “The Big Inning”-had to get a bit of a baseball reference in here to keep
    the perspective!! This may cause some eyebrows to wrinkle but carefully think
    on what I am about to say.  I truly believe
    that Our Divine creator has genetically engineered these people groups to NEVER
    trust one another for any reason.  There
    have been so many opportunities over the centuries for them to make peace and
    it’s always lip service.  If you
    carefully study the scriptures you will realize that these are the same people
    groups that will be the fulfillment of His master plan.  None of what is happening in the middle east
    between Israel and Iran, Syria, Egypt, Iraq, Sudan is trivial.  None of what has been perpetrated on the US
    is coincidence either.  Whether you are a
    Christian or not ours is the ONLY nation in the world that still purports to
    freedom of worship without government intervention.  This is so against the belief system of other
    religions and the puppet governments that they put in place in their
    countries. 

    We are a target because we are different from them.  They have successfully terrorized us on our
    land numerous times and are not afraid to do it again.  They do not know the words of respect,
    freedom, and mercy.

    9-11 is my reminder that we have to defend our freedoms,
    liberties and way of life as best as possible through any means possible. 

     

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