My thoughts and prayers for those who lost their lives and their families. Also for all the people who risked their lives to rescue the survivors.

God Bless America!

Good topic jryan!!! How did I know this would pop up?

Don't forget these bastards!

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My thoughts and prayers for those who lost their lives and their families. Also for all the people who risked their lives to rescue the survivors.

God Bless America!



Amen.

I'm not old enough to remember where I was when JFK was shot. I was probably sitting on my mother's lap or sleeping in my crib. I remember being at my sister's house when the Challenger exploded and i remember where I was on the morning of 9/11/2001.

My husband and I were at a hospital in Keene, NH where he was having his first IV infusion treatment for rheumatoid arthritis. There was no one else there so I was able to sit in the room and keep Craig company. The nurse who was administering the treatment had a radio playing. She was very nice and the three of us were chatting about different things. Mostly about our kids and school I think. So, we weren't really paying attention to the radio. The volumn was low and it was just background noise. Words started to catch our attention. plane... New York City....building. Now we were paying attention. At first like many, we thought it was just a small plane and that it was an accident. Then when we heard of the second plane of course we knew that it was no accident. We were stunned, confused and a little scared like everyone else. Craig wanted to leave right then so we could get home and find out what was going on. But his treatment took about 2 hours and he had to wait. Finally we got out of there and drove home. Pulling in the driveway, it hit me what a beautiful early fall New England day it was. The birds were singing happily and I remember actually thinking how lucky they were that they had no idea what was going on.The combination of the dry, clear air and bright sun just semed to make everything in my gardens more vivid and beautiful. Just as it was in New York that day and as it is again today.

Raising a toast to Brian and Eric, their families, and to all of my friends who have lost loved ones.

As long as I live, I will never forget that smell, that sight, that day.

Here are 2 songs that sum up my feelings for this day. The first is by Darryl Worley called "HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?"

I hear people sayin'. We Don't need this war.
I say there's some things worth fightin' for.
What about our freedom, and this piece of ground?
We didn't get to keep 'em by backin' down.
They say we don't realize the mess we're gettin' in
Before you start preachin' let me ask you this my friend.

Chorus
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 goin through a livin hell
And you say we shouldn't worry bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?

You took all the footage off my T.V.
Said it's too disturbin for you and me
It'll just breed anger is what the experts say
If it was up to me I'd show it everyday
Some say this country just out lookin' for a fight
Well after 9/11 man I'd have to say right.

Chorus
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 goin' through a livin' hell
And we vow to get the ones behind Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?

I've been there with the soldiers
Who've gone away to war
you can bet they remember just what they're fightin' for

Have you forgotten
All the people killed
Yes 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 'bout Bin Laden

Have you forgotten?

Have you forgotten?

Have you forgotten?!

The Second song is by Alan Jackson called "Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?"

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry

Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below

Did you burst out in pride
For the red white and blue
The heroes who died just doing what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself to what really matters

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

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her
Did you dust off that bible at home
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

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

We must be about the same age, I too was a baby when JFK was shot. I was working Night shift and just got home when the towers were hit, i was in shock, I had to go to sleep since I was working again that night at the hospital. When I work up in the afternoon, the towers had collapsed. I also remember when Princess Diana was in the auto accident, I remember going to bed, thinking she will be fine, they won't let her die, then waking up in the morning to the news she had died. I was still a bank teller when the shuttle exploded, we had no tv or radio, so customers had told us the news, again I was in shock. Moments like these, you always remember where you were and what you were doing. My husband is 7 yrs older than me, being in Louisiana he remembers the Cuban missle crisis, having to go to school with a jug of water, pillow and blankets. They had drills for when the missles would hit, and they had to hide under their desk. Can you image being 7 or 8 yrs old prepairing for a bombing or your school? Now with Gustav, I can remember when I got my last tetnus shot.Not such a big deal, but.

We remember NYC today, but lets not forget DC since the pentagon was hit, and Flight 93 that crashed in Penn. and those brave people who took over the plane and took it down, before the terrorist could hit another target. Makes me proud to be an American.

For all those lost souls and brave people which try to save them;
and the world not to forget them!!
Good thougth for there families!!

He was at the Tennessee Valley Fair last night! Don't forget the tribute by Alan Jackson but my fav, Toby Keith, help me cis the name where will stick a boot up your ass!!

beautiful songs, I also love, This brings a tear to my eye every time.


God Bless the USA


If tomorrow all the things were gone

I'd worked for all my life

And I had to start again

With just my family by my side

I'd thank my God above

To be livin here today

Cuz that flag still stand for freedom

And they can't take that away



And 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'd gladly stand up next to you

And defend her still today

Cuz there ain't no doubt, I love this land

God bless the USA



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 LA

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'd gladly stand up next to you

And defend her still today

Cuz there ain't no doubt, I love this land

God Bless the USA

Means a lot coming from across the big pond Detective B, love Yah!

We will never forget. <333

NEVER FORGET.

The Angry American- Courtesy of the Red, White & Blue, Toby Keith

American girls and american guys
Well always stand up and salute
Well always recognize
When we see old glory flying
Theres a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our head

My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free.

Now this nation that I love
Has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin in
From somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the 4th of july

Hey uncle sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the statue of liberty
Started shakin her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, its gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom
Start ringin her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the red white and blue

Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And youll be sorry that you messed with
The u.s. of a.
cause well put a boot in your ass
Its the american way

Hey uncle sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the statue of liberty
Started shakin her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, its gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom
Start ringin her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the red white and blue

American Soldier, Toby Keith
I'm just trying to be a father
raise a daughter and a son
be a lover to their mother
everything to everyone

Up and at 'em bright and early
I'm all business in my suit
Yeah, I'm dressed up for success
From my head down to my boots

I don't do it for the money
There's bills that I can't pay
I don't do it for the glory
I just do it anyway

Providing for our future's my responsibility
Yeah I'm real good under pressure
Being all that I can be
I can't call in sick on Mondays
When the weekend's been too strong
I just work straight through the holidays
Sometimes all night long

You can bet that I stand ready
when the wolf growls at the door
Yeah I'm solid, yeah I'm steady
Hey I'm true down to the core

And I will always do my duty
No matter what the price
I've counted up the cost
I know the sacrifice
Oh and I don't wanna die for you
But if dying's asked of me
I'll bear that cross with honor
Cause freedom don't come free

I'm an American soldier
An American
Beside my brothers and my sisters
I will proudly take a stand
When liberty's in jeopardy
I'll always do what's right
I'm out here on the front line
sleep in peace tonight
American soldier
I'm an American soldier


Yeah an American soldier
An American
Beside my brothers and my sisters
I will proudly take a stand
When liberty's in jeopardy
I'll always do what's right
I'm out here on the front lines
sleep in peace at night
I'm an American soldier
I'm an American
An American
An American soldier

I've got concert pics of these songs if y'all are interested

To New York City

I never knew you,
New York City,
not before that day.

That day when terror
set its sights on you.

City cursed and spited,
city under attack.
City whose heroes
emerged from the haze,
covered in soot,
through clouds of gray,
to show the world
what America is.

They say the farther away one was,
the less one felt the attack.
This cannot be true -
I felt gut-punched and sick.

I sat in front of the television.
Unable to look
-unable to turn away.

A man named Rudy Giuliani
whom I'd scarcely heard of before
spoke for his city -
He spoke of pain, of sadness,
of rebuilding.

I clung to Rudy's words.
He made me think we really could
get through this.
He was a voice of hope
in a city of despair...

Words from "America the Beautiful"
sprang unbidden to my mind,
and seared my heart:
"Thine alabaster cities gleam
undimmed by human tears."

...That isn't true anymore.

Many months later,
I travel to see you.

I stand wordlessly at ground zero.
How can I snap a photo?
It feels like sacred ground.

I don't even know
what it once looked like.
It speaks of emptiness now.

The memorials at St. Paul's,
at Grand Central Terminal
pull tears from my eyes once more.

NYPD, FDNY, we see them everywhere;
The embattled survivors
and the rookies and probies
who will carry on.

At Rescue 1, we meet a firefighter.
He is friendly; he is strong.
He accepts our thanks humbly;
He was just "doing his job".

He invites us in for a tour,
but alarms clang,
and he is off on another run.

Just like that day,
almost a year ago now,
when 11 firefighters from Rescue 1
left on their rig
and never returned.

I never knew New York City
before that day.
I found the people as busy and hurried
as I had always imagined.

But there is something else there;
something not quite definable.
Perhaps more love of life,
now that life is more fragile,
more precious.

I wasn't with you long,
but I feel privileged
to have walked among you.
I love you, New York.

--spookycc, August, 2002

Exerpt from Debra Burlingame:

There is a disturbing phenomenon creeping into the public debate about all things 9/11. Increasingly, Sept. 11 is compared to hurricanes, bridge collapses and other mechanical disasters or criminal acts that result in loss of life, with "body count" being the primary factor that keeps it in the top spot of "worst in the nation's history."

Misremembering is as dangerous as forgetting. If we must know one thing, it is that the Sept. 11 attacks were neither a natural disaster, nor the unfortunate result of human error. 9/11 wasn't the catastrophic equivalent of a 3,000-car pileup.

The attacks were not a random actof violence or insanity. They were a deliberate and brutal act ofwar committed by religious fanatics engaged in Islamic jihad against the United States, all non-Muslim people and any Muslim who wishes to live in a secular society. Worse, the people who perpetrated the attacks have explicitly told us that they are not done.

Sept. 11 is a date that comes and goes once a year, but "9/11" is with us every day. The body count keeps rising - Bali, Riyadh, Istanbul, Madrid, Beslan, London, Amman.

We now clearly know that the 1993 World Trade Center bombing was part of the holy war against America. When we previously dismissed this as a random attack by crazy men and declared ourselves lucky that "only six lives were lost," we effectively disarmed ourselves. Eight years later, six became 3,000. While the comparison to other "tragedies" may help us cope with what has befallen us, we must resist being glib and intellectually careless.

Our fellow human beings were not "lost" in 1993 or on 9/11. They were torn to pieces. We must not give the enemy any quarter. We must confront the reality of their acts.

We must refuse to be fooled by their propaganda, which is meant to appeal to our own moral vanity - the belief that we can appease them by responding to their outrageous demands for accommodation, their open threats and their hateful rhetoric with even more forbearance.

Several months after the Sept. 11 attacks, I was asked to look through a thick, three-ring binder put together by the FBI, a catalogue of objects - photographed and numbered - that were the unclaimed personal effects of the 184 victims who perished at the Pentagon. They included things such as buttons, uniform insignia, house and car keys, wedding rings, shoes, personalized coffee mugs and, saddest of all, a miniature, hot-pink luggage tag with a flowery design meant for a little girl's travel bag.

These mundane objects, the commonplace detritus of lives cut short, were deeply moving to see, perhaps because they were not some grand eulogy or noble tribute, but simple reminders of the fact that people like you and me went to work or boarded those planes on that lovely Tuesday morning, never dreaming that this was the last clear blue sky they would ever see.

Perhaps it is human instinct to turn away from suffering that goes on too long. We should celebrate life rather than wallow in grief. But we should vigilantly guard against self-delusion and denial as a means of coping with the terrible reality that we all lived through six years ago. There was a reason that we felt unified then.

The horror of what we experienced, individually and together, stripped away all the things that divide us today. We clung to each other, forgave each other, and were kind to each other, knowing that, in the end, we would only persevere together. Today of all days, that is something we should never forget.

Burlingame is the sister of Capt. Charles F. (Chic) Burlingame 3rd, pilot of American Airlines Flight 77, which crashed into the Pentagon on 9/11.

God Bless America!

By Leonard Pitts Jr. of the Miami Herald 9/11/01

We'll go forward from this moment.

It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.

What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae - a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though - peaceful, loving, and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.

Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.

But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.

I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.

In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.

THE STEEL IN US

You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.

So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received.

And take this message in exchange:
-You don't know my people.
-You don't know what we're capable of.
-You don't know what you just started.

But you're about to learn.

So many people have so many heartfelt things to say about that day and all of the people who's lives are gone or damaged forever. But I don't. I've never been able to write a single word about it that didn't seem pathetically inadequate. They've written songs, made movies and documentaries about it. I can't listen to any of them... can't watch any of them. I see an old picture of the towers on fire and my throat starts to close up.

People say "don't forget". Can anybody ever forget something like that? Is anyone really getting over it? Because I'm.... not. Still. I feel like if I grow old and get Alzheimer's and forget everyone I've ever known... I'll still remember that day. When my mind is gone, all the cells in my body will still remember. When I'm dead my bones will remember.

I don't remember flags or enemies or politicians. Just the people. All those people. And my heart is broken for them all over again and I can't breathe. I wish I felt angry. Angry's got to be better than devastated. Right?

I always think of it when I see the opening credits of the Old LOSVU. As a tribute they should have kept the pic of the towers.

I ALWAYS look for the towers in the old opening of SVU, sigh...

In the original Spiderman movie, they took all the Twin Towers out of the movie plot. But they left in one scene as an homage, where Spiderman is hanging on the side of a building, and you can see the twin towers in reflection in his silver eyes.

I rememeber I was in school when it happened. I was at my first school then...
These scientists in switcherland may create a black hole. They powered up this machine which take s a year to run at full speed which will recreate the big bang. Then it might create a black hole.
I'm a little worried about that too...

I remember so much about that day, and that week......

I was working for my current employer, in a different office, when we 1st started hearing about a plane hit one of the towers...we were on the 2nd floor, and the floor below us had an outpatient lab and Xray, and the employees there came up to watch the coverage on CNN, there was no TV in the downstairs lobby. Somehow, we managed to keep working......
One of the physicians in the office that day had been one of the 1st responders at Oaklahoma City, and it was spooky watching him that day.....he kept pacing in the hallways, watching the news coverage, and then news about the Pentagon and Shanksville.....he later told us it brought back a flood of memories from the Murrah Building bombing.

One of my cousins was attending college in NJ, right across from Manhattan. She became one of the responders that day, since many of the area college students were being used as gofers and runners for FDNY. My cousin has only spoken once about that day (nearly a year later), and hasn't spoken about her experience since.

We were living with my parents at the time, #1 Son was 4 1/2 (our only child at that time). 3 days after the attacks I was getting him ready for daycare, and my parents had Fox News on to watch the coverage. There was a shot of Ground Zero in Manhattan and there was still fire in the wreckage. My son had looked at the TV and said "There's fire on the TV", to which I said, "Yes, there is".
Then my son said, "There's no fire at our new house, there's no fire at Mema and Pappy's house (my parents), there's no fire at Grandma and Grandpa's house (hubby's parents)", ....and went through the list of our family and said how there was no fire at their houses, and it took all I could not to cry. That day also happened to be the 250th anniversary of an ancestor's arrival in Philadelphia harbor, from Germany.....a man who wanted a new life for himself and his family.
My mom told me later that my beloved Pappy had been one of the excavators for the Pentagon, back when it was being built in 1940.

You have all my thoughts and prayers going out to one and all of you who had lost there dear families and close friends on that tragic day may God go with you all and may all your lost families and friends R.I.P

Vinnie48 Barbara from the UK

You are so welcome Jryan!!
Thanks!!
Pease and love!!

spook, this pic is so very touching! Hats off to you on this beautiful memory!

WOW, that is really cool about your Pappy! BTW, the Memorial at the Pentagon is wonderful, gorgeous, serene, and tasteful.

My office is about 25 miles from Ground Zero and one of the partners here was on Queens Boulevard on his way back to the office from court and he got amazing footage - he just happened to have his video camera in his car. One of the gals here was in NYC and had to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge to get out of downtown NYC. The stories are incredible.

Hey Goddess, you're in OK???? There's a certain cowboy I know and love.....

You e-mailed this to me when I was writing my 9/11 story. It made me cry and really helped me to remember the emotions of that day as I was writing. I just read this to my daughter and it still makes me cry.






All I can say to both of these is: Wow. Thank you for posting these.




You may think you have nothing heartfelt to say, but you just said a lot, PFC. And again all I can say is: Wow.

Hey, thanks CInsane!! (you'll always be that to me ). So I'm in?? Mind if I ask what I'm in......it's Friday night and I just got some cleaning done, the fumes must be getting to me.......lol


Spooky, thanks for posting those items....the Leonard Pitts column has always affected me, I thought he said it quite well what so many of us feel......and your poem is beautiful and touching.

Did you know Germany (ironically) has a few minutes of silence in honor of our nine-eleven? I learned this because in our school there this foriegn exchange student who told my history teacher that, and then my teacher told me. There is also a Autrailian forign exhange student who remeber Autralia was on a naitol alert (big time) for like 20 minutes.
Just thought you might want to hear my story... thanx!!

The towers were used on season 2. I have a DVD of them. Every time I see the towers, it reminds me of 911. It is so difficult to forget the terrible incident.

I wish they wouldn't remove all reminders of the Towers.....JMO, but we NEED to remember what happened to 3000 people, plus Shanksville, plus the Pentagon.
JMHO, everyone

You're welcome, ciaddict.



Thanks, Goddess. I'm glad you liked the poem.



I've been to NYC three times (all since 9/11) and almost ALL of the memorabilia they sell STILL has the twin towers on it. I think that's cool...

I voted for a ground zero memorial that included rebuilt twin towers, but not usable buildings - just skeletons with glass or steel and the victims' names on them. But it didn't even make the finals.

We can NEVER FORGET. To do that would be a blow to all who lost their lives or loved ones that day. JMHO.

OK=Oklahoma!!! Silly wabbit....Boomer Sooner!!!! Go OU! They whomped Washington last night WHOOHOO!!!

Your poem is very uplifting and beautiful, spookycc. It’s a perfect theme for the day we all can never forget.

Thank you, DrEm. I'm glad you liked it.

spook,
I was almost in tears. Fantastic tribute!

Thank you, K-Rod. I *heart* NYC.

The clearest morning

The sky is peaceful and calm

Awoken from our complacent slumber

Disbelief - Innocence lost

Freedom threatened

The triumph of evil over the helpless

Panic and terror

Smoke – fire

Untold damage

Confused minds and hearts - Unanswered questions

Tears, anger, worry

A Nation now one in grief

The world holds its breath

Eyes toward heaven

Victim’s desperation - No reasonable choice

Waiting – watching; alone together

Sirens wail

Fragile existence unbalanced

Help – hope – rescue

Arriving – attempting

Fighting an unviable battle

Upward toward uncertainty

Duty over judgment

The first is gone

Enveloping veil on the streets

Dread – despair

Flight from tragedy

The second is gone

Acrid air

Pain and anguish

Hope fades

Faith endures

Lives lost – lives saved

Yes, there are heroes

Yes, we are strong

We will never forget

Z, that's very touching!

That explains it all, even in the briefest words

Has anyone seen the 102 Minutes that Changed America? When one of the filmers videotaped someone jumped off the building, it was heartbreaking. I remember it was the first week of homeschooling for us in September 2001, and my mom turned on the TV right when the second tower fell. My dad was in DC and he says he drove right passed the Pentagon when the smoke appeared. I'm glad all of you who were in NY and elsewhere were okay. Everyone who died will always be in our memories and hearts, and our country is safer because of them.

I am not sure if that was the program name that hubby and I watched last night. We caught a show on 911 on the History channel. It was a compiling of all the videos that bystanders and press people had taken. it was very graphic and so heartbreaking, that i was sitting there with tears running down my face and I heard the hubby snifing a couple of times himself. It was done at ground zero, it showed everything from the first bits to the end. Then they did interviews with the people who shot the videos. It was awful. It really brought it more to light, since I had not seen that yet. It is something, I for one, will never forget.

Thank you. This is my 'stream of consciousness' contribution. There are so few words that can adequately describe one's emotions.



I too watched this program on A&E.
Tragic and touching.
I think it should be aired every year in memoriam.

rah rah rah, sis boom bah!




Zuxende, I really liked your "stream of consciousness"....touching poem.

That show on A&E really was heartbreaking, very hard to watch.....my cousin has spoken little about what she'd seen that terrible day....and like you all said, it should be aired yearly on Patriot Day....we CANNOT and MUST NOT forget!!

Thank you. It's difficult to put such powerful emotions into actual words. Even more difficult to share with others. But this is such a great board with such great people I felt comfortable sharing my emotions. Again - thank you - to everyone.

Amen, JRyan and Spook.

I've been immersed in 9/11 lately because of my story, but I get emotional every time I think about it anyway. Doesn't matter when, but around the anniversary especially. There are so many people that have already forgotten the lessons learned that day...and the day after. The whole country pulled together...now we've allowed the politicians to pull us apart.

We should not let this happen to us. We should remember that we are one nation, indivisible. We are not a bunch of D's and R's. We are THE PEOPLE.

So, I'm watching Stepmom the other night and there's a shot of the young boy sitting in his living room window at his father's apartment in the city, and just in the background stand the towers, lit up against the night sky. It still haunts me.

Thank you OBC. I cannot believe that it has been 8 years-nearly a decade- since that happened.

May God Bless America!