On the 11th of September, six years ago, the Pentagon and the Twin Towers were attacked.
May they rest in peace.
Amen
Redwolf
It was a sad, sad day in the history of this nation, indeed.
It was truly a sad day, in so many respects. But from that sadness, we here at Casa Izz had a ray of hope. At approximately 5:00pm on Sept. 11, 2001, my Victoria Marie was born. So while we grieve for those that have suffered so much because of 9/11, we also know that the suffering will, and has, given way to hope, joy, and happiness in so many ways.
On The Writers’ Almanac this morning, Garrison talked about how the New York Times had dozens of reporters working on short obits of close to 2000 people who died in the towers. The obits were mostly anecdotal, with little things about the persons’ lives and loves. Bruce Springsteen read these faithfully and many of them mentioned that the deceased loved Springsteen’s music. So he started calling these folks’ loved ones. One woman said that one 15-minute phone call was largely responsible for pulling her through those first few months.
I’ve never been crazy about the Boss’s music, but I gotta love the man.
It was this message board that first gave me a clue something was going on - I hadn’t turned on the TV that morning (I usually don’t) and I went online to check the boards, and here at C&F was a message about an explosion at the Twin Towers. So I turned on the TV just in time to hear, “there’s reports of smoke at the Pentagon…”
May God have mercy on all the souls who died this day. It is truly something none of us living will ever forget.
I remember being there, walking South after the towers had collapsed and we had left the office. As we got further downtown, we met those walking North, covered in dust and crusted blood. The restaurants were handing out drinks and snacks to passers-by. Then at night, as we sat outside in disbelief, we saw people with pictures of loved ones, stopping and asking us if we had seen their father, or mother, or cousin. The sky was gray and dusty, and the city was hushed.
Thanks for that, Bloomfield. As someone who watched events unfold on TV from thousands of miles away, I cannot imagine what it was like to be there. Your description, however, gave me a twist in my stomach that must be a small hint of the actual experience. 
Let us also spare a thought for the hundreds of thousands who have suffered or died in conflicts in lands far away from the shores of America since that day. Hundreds of thousands. No-one to read out all their names.
May we never forget that day…
If you can read this, than a teacher; if you’re reading it in English, thank a veteran. Forget where I first saw those words, but ever since I have taken the time to thank veterans.
…and Bloomfield, ditto what jsluder said…as awful as it was to see on TV, it pales compared to your account.
This is a memorial that my friend John put together. It lacks the chest-thumping of many similar. It is simply heartbreaking.
http://www.locus1.com/agnusdei/
For so many reasons, on so many levels, we must not forget.
Tom
A sad day, and sad memories.
I hope those who have lost their lives from 9/11 and its aftermath are resting in peace.
I hope their families and friends are recovering, if they can, from their tragic loss.
That was the day the 20th Century really ended for me.
I hope someday the death toll from that day will stop rising…sometimes it seems like the world has just swam in blood since the Towers fell.
Sometimes I wonder when it will all stop.
Sometimes I despair that it ever will.
–James
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Amen.
On a personal level. It´s a strange thing. Some days just get stuck in your mind for the rest of your life. I can remember exactly what I did that day and what I was doing when I first saw the the attack on TV. There are not many such days! (fortunately) It´s the same with the day prime minister Olof Palme was assassinated. I spoke to my mother and she has the same recollection of the day when President Kennedy was assassinated.