Remember 9/11/2001  

klevermrspiff 58M
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Remember 9/11/2001

I worked for a telecom at a control center in the midwest. About 815 in the morning, I heard that a plane had struck one of the towers. People spoke of an accident, but I knew that this couldn't happen by accident. Somebody said that the news websites couldn't be reached-- apparently they were being clobbered with traffic. So, we turned on the TV. I saw the one tower smoldering. I knew it was a hijacker, I didn't know it was a commercial aircraft yet. The TV was on for only a few minutes when we saw a jet hit the other tower. I remember with disgust how the jet accelerated and slanted its wings in the final second, to do maximum damage to as many floors as possible. It was that hijacker's last living second, and it was the most hateful thing I had ever seen.

The next event I remember was the collapse of the first tower, then it touched me even more closely. I receive a call from a hysterical co-worker who had escaped from that first tower. Right then, I'm feeling anesthetized. He was trying to keep his cool, but cried into the phone like a soldier in a pitched battle that our company had lost all of its connectivity in NY. It was obvious. Our main hub was in that building. Just then, I saw the second tower collapse as he cried out that it had just collapsed. I think I answered stupidly that I knew. I think he said that there would be no way to recover communications there. Then he hung up or the phone went dead.

I thought the deaths were going to be more than 10,000. Thankfully they weren't that high. I heard of course about the other planes. It seems like they were dropping like bombs all over. I was stunned at the scale and planning of it. I remember saying that those fuckers had to run out of suicidal guys sometime.

For months afterward, I decended into hatred. I wanted war. I wished every Arab, every Muslim death. Strange thing of it was, I didn't wish it for the ones I knew personally. And I recovered. My sense of humor didn't begin to recover for three years.

It was appalling and humiliating how little the country was prepared for it. As I was in a fog that day like all of my coworkers, the firefighters and rescuers were the real the citizen soldiers of the day. They gave their lives, they fought in a war zone with a broken communications structure. The recovery crew working for months afterward were patriots. The nameless man who called me, to make a report like a lieutenant in a pitched battle. They all stepped forward then.

They will forever have my respect.

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