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Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?
TIME TO GET SERIOUS!
I was shopping for gifts for my daughter today and I ran into an old friend of mine. We got to talking, and the conversation ended up going to me getting to Afghanistan 3 days after 9/11. Then some rude fuck butted into the conversation and asked us why we where talking about old news and that we should just forget it an move on. I wanted to punch him in the head but resisted, then I began to talk calmly to the fucktard about the events of 9/11. Then I told him to go fuck himself and to get away from me before I kicked him in the balls.
Here is my question to you my dear readers.
Do you remember where you were and what you where doing that day?
I do, I was running PT with my platoon, I was able to watch the second plane fly into the second tower, I cried.
Do you remember all the innocent civilians that died, and all the brave Firefighters and Police officers that gave their lives to save so many innocents?
I do, and I salute each and everyone one of them.
Do you remember the awesome way that Mayor Giuliani handled the entire situation?
Yep, I do. He is the MAN!
Do you remember the satellite photoes of Manhattan being completely covered with smoke and dirt and debri?
Do you remember the scared looks of the people on the ground running from the falling buildings?
Do you remember seeing the people on the top floors jumping to escape the fires?
Do you remember the men and women in the Armed Forces giving their lives to track down terrorist fucks in Afghanistan?
I do, some of them where my friends.
Do you remember crying when you heard the news?
HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?
If you have, I pity you and I hope this trip down memory lane has reminded you. I love this Country, and the images of it's greatest city being attacked will be an image that forever haunts me.
12/2/2005 4:08 am
Excellent post Val..|
I am not dead yet
12/2/2005 10:13 am
i Remember being woken from a call from my hubby who was supposed to get off duty at 6 am, Alaska time. He told me they had gone to Charlie and he wasnt going to be home at his normal time. Actually didnt know when he was coming home and couldnt tell me why. he's an SP in the AF, he had like 1 min to tell me this and had to go. i remember thinking WTF??? and i thought maybe if its something bad enough to send them to Charlie it will be on the news. I turned it on just in time to see the second plane hit. All i could do is sit and stare and KNOW it wasnt an accident. Crying for every person there, and for the families. think they will ever "Get over IT!"|
You dont just let something like that go. It will never be OLD news. that is disrespectful to every person we lost that day and everyone we have lost to that cause since then.
No, I havent forgotten.
12/2/2005 4:13 pm
it is impossible to forget things like that... knowing you had fomily in the area that were hit and how lucky those that survived were and how awful it was that so many didnt... some people just have to respect and no class... i was raised in a military home and they firmly beleived things like that never be forgotten because it is disrespectful to those that helped in the situation and those that gave thier lives... we almost lost family members in the air force over that... and the attack on the pentagon was entirely to close to where we lived at the time... in my opinion the guy deserved to get busted in his shit|
i lost my virginity years ago.....
but i still have the box.....
12/2/2005 7:14 pm
This was my post for 9/11/2005|
[size4]Cry Havoc! And Let Go the Dogs of War
I remember this morning like it was yesterday. The intimate
details of it; The sights, the sounds, the smells. It was
the day that the world changed forever.
I was married at the time and had stepped down to our pond
to try and catch a mess of fish for supper. I had several nice
ones in a bucket when I heard her call to me that breakfast
was almost ready. I pulled out for the house with my pole
and bucket in hand stopping to sit in a chair on the porch
to remove my wet boots. The windows were open and the radio
was on and I half-listened, half-ignored the announcer
talking about a plane crash in New York. I remember thinking
that it was only a matter of time before something like this
was going to happen....sooner or later, some pilot was
going to screw up and hit one of the massive buildings jutting
up out of the ground across America...the numbers were
just with it.
I went inside and turned on the television and they had a
live feed of the events going on. It was just about then that
the second plane hit. And my heart broke. God help us all.
My eyes clouded with rage, pain, fear, sorrow and a thousand
other things all at once, and a tear ran down my cheek. In
that instant, through all my years of training in the military,
I just instinctively knew that we were at war. My then-wife
asked me what was wrong and I couldn't find my voice,
or my stomach, to tell her what I already knew, I just stared
at the screen in silence and disbelief.
As I tried, unsucceessfully to choke down the meal she had
prepared, I watched in horror as first one and then the other
tower crashed to the ground. And I prayed out loud where
I prayed for those in and around the towers, but more than
that I prayed for my friends that I knew were soon to be placed,
yet again, in harms way. Their faces and names raced through
my mind; I bet he reenlisted, he's not retired yet,
I got up from the table, walked out the door and pulled my
wet boots back on. I picked up the bucket of fish by the steps
and walked past the flag flying at the front gate towards
the pond. I remember thinking as I turned the fish loose,
back into the pond, that there had been enough killing for
one day. I turned the bucket upside-down, took a seat on
it and thought about all that had just happened and was going
to happen. It was probably one of the saddest, most helpless
feeling times of my life.
I find myself often on the US Army site here on the Web, reading the
list of names of all who have fallen over there in SW Asia.
And yes, I recognize some of them by name and all of them by
trade. They were my brothers and sisters and always will
be. And I love them all. I would urge each and everyone of
you to go there for a visit and pay your respects. They are
the only thing between you and the next attack, and they
gave 'that last full measure of devotion' for
me and you.
I think I might take my pole and a bucket down to the pond this
morning and try to catch a mess for my friends. I know that
they would like that; comfort in the fact that they are not
forgotten. God love 'em.
12/3/2005 12:50 am
How anyone can forget a national tredgy like that is beyond me.|
Good job Val.
Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.
12/3/2005 1:50 am
Thanks peple for replying to this. I am actually pretty grateful fo rit. This is something exremely clos eo tmy heart. I am saddened though that not very many people did comment.|
It's good to hear that I am not the only one out there that still feels as strongly about this. You all kick ass in my book.
12/3/2005 8:31 am
I have not forgotten....|
12/5/2005 6:24 am
thanks for posting this....|
it reminds me to give blood regularly...
it reminds me to get off my ass and donate time and money to those who need it...
it reminds me that patriotism is alive and well...
it reminds me to thank any and all veterans i meet for their sacrifice and effort in serving us in the military...
it reminds me that regardless of the situation, it is never too late to change....
it put things in perspective....forced me to get past insignificant bullshit....taught me to be giving and grateful....and to never hesitate to tell someone you love them....despite any past drama...
my relationship was strained with my dad.....he was missing for 3 days after 9/11...i remember how frustrating it was to try to get to the east coast.....no flights.....how impossible it was to get a human to answer the missing person hotline....it was odd how my brother and i drove together for hours and barely spoke the entire time....
downtown felt surreal...you could see soot everywhere...lack of traffic was odd....people standing around waiting to get some news...the smell was incredibly sickening....and confusion of where everything was relocated....just in case...
we got to the makeshift st vincent's hospital....it amazed me how my once strong and intimidating father looked so tattered...small and weak...
thankfully, he stuck around for 2 years after 9/11.....i saw him often and spoke to him daily.....and never hesitated to tell him i loved him....even after he died...
~gone but not forgotten~
3/5/2006 4:44 am
I can't bring myself to delete this one either.|
3/5/2006 10:16 pm
I was on the computer and from where I sat I could see the Today Show and I looked up and saw the first tower burning and then I saw the second plane and I thought I hoped it didnt get too near, that there might be another explosion and then it disappeared behind the first tower .......I was sickened.|
From where I sat it looked like they were in an inferno in NYC. I knew the bits and pieces of the plane and building were shattering and they would be falling very soon.
I was on IM with two g/friends, one in Toronto and the other in England.... they both started crying....I ran into the dining room and watched closer.
From then on that day was full of tears and anger and such terror and horror that someone would try and attack us using our own civilian airlines.
I revere the memories of the Brave and Selfless NYC Policemen and Firemen. They should all be cannonized. I still pray for them and all of the innocent unsuspecting men and women that were in those buildings and airplanes.And I pray for the families and friends they left behind.
Thank You Val for your service to our country and for putting this post up.
And yes I cry and mourn the loss of such wonderful men and women in the Armed Forces that have given their all.
I will miss you if you leave Val
3/6/2006 8:45 am
Good post Val! |
I will never forget where I was when this happened, just as I will never forget where I was when I first heard the news of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy in Dallas. I was still at home, getting dressed drinking coffee and watching a morning news program on TV when they cut into regular progamming to show the Twin Towers. I watched and listened in amazement as we all did and then I saw the second plane strike. At that point it was very obvious that we were not dealing with a freak accident, but rather that this was a planned and daring attack by terrorists!
I was sickened and felt for all those Americans, and I was proud of the people in NYC, of Mayor Giuliani, his Police Chief and his Fire Chief and all who served in those two departments. By coincidence, I have met a guy who sold me a new notebook computer who lived 6 blocks from the WTC at that time. He lost a girlfriend and a cousin in that attack. When he talks about what happened to him and people he personally knew, it is hard to keep a dry eye.
I get a bit angry and emotional now when I hear people bashing President Bush and his administration for their leadership since that time. I really have no tolerance for it at all. I supported President Bush, his administration, our military leaders and our brave men and women in uniform. They are the best and bravest of all Americans! They continue to remember and they understand what is at stake in this war against international terrorism. We have to set aside our petty political differences and support our nation's leaders and our military men and women!
Thanks for remembering!
3/29/2006 8:06 pm
the whole WORLD will never EVER forget what happened!|
ur post gave me goose bumps
5/11/2006 9:21 pm
Tom, I just found this post of yours, and I wanted to comment. I was working in the Emergency room when 9/11 happened, saw it all live on tv. I remember we were all in shock, the patients, the staff, visitors, everyone was glued to the tv. Shortly after the towers fell all of the hospitals in CT were put on alert, no one was allowed to go home, we were all expecting to receive patients, that sadly never came. I remember praying for all the souls lost that day and feeling extraordinary sadness for the firefighters, police, EMS and their families that day. The next day my husband was one of the firefighters that volunteered to go to the WTC and help search for survivors and bodies. |
THANK YOU Tom, for standing up and fighting for our great country, for being there in our time of need. I am VERY proud of you and proud to call you my friend.