What were you doing on Nine-Eleven at that Time  

rm_rosesjac 71M
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9/11/2006 9:31 am

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What were you doing on Nine-Eleven at that Time

The President, I call him George or G. W. because I can, was reading to a classroom of second graders in Florida. As his Dad would say "It was a kinder and gentler time back before then"

I was watching the News just after the first plane hit. My heart went out to the passengers; crew; and the people caught by the fire in the building and the families and friends that were being left behind. I started remembering how a B-17 bomber had crashed into the Empire State Building back in the thirties and how hard the firemen back then had dealing with fighting the fire. I knew my fellow firefighter had a "tough row to hoe" that day! It was a tragedy building but I felt the NYC firefighters would "Gett'er Done" any way like all firefighters do.

Then when the second plane crashed into the other tower, I knew something was wrong then. This couldn't be happening! I watched in shock more than horror. Dealing with the fact, that "bad things" can happen and do happen to people who just happen to be in the "wrong" place. I felt strongly that the rescuing and firefighting was going to be difficult but would NOT stop! My heart sank when the building started to fall. I never expected that could or would happen!

That day, I did something that I don't normally do, I prayed! I prayed for all those who suffered crashing airplanes and falling buildings.

Later on, when I found out who was behind this terrible loss of live, I cursed them. I cursed that they may never get the seventy-seven virgins that they were promised and that will spend the rest of eternity in blinding HEAT and burning SANDS. ( an Arab's version of HELL. )

Weeks later, my oldest son came to me with his own set of problems. He had been slated to go on a field to NYC with the Dartmouth College Drama Club to take in some Broadway shows and see the sites of the city. He had been very angry with me because he didn't have the money to pay for the trip and had expected me to pay which I told him "No" because I didn't have it either. In short, he didn't go. Come to find out, six of the pals in a group he was to have been with, their itinerary show them to be at the Observation Area on 9/11 at that un-fateful time. They have never been heard or found. That day, some day after 9/11, I held my 20 year old son helping him with his grieving and thanked the Lord for sparing me the pain that I would have suffered.

One Good Thing that came from 9/11 is:
Every time we see each other, we can hug each other openly and are glad that we can, with a stronger relationship between Father and Son.

_Safira 54F
11260 posts
9/11/2006 10:06 am

ROSESJAC ~ Thank you for sharing your story. Here is my brief story and tribute: 911 Who I Am. *massive hugs* / {=}

This is my blog - Comes With Warning Labels. There are many like it, but this one is mine.


93 posts
9/11/2006 12:47 pm

I was stationed on board the USS Enterprise when those lower than whale dung attacked our nation. We were about 200 miles north of the Equator headed home after a 6 month deployment. Almost instantly she turned sharp to port and full throtle back on station, awaiting orders to launch. A few days later as all are aware launch we did, the first strike on the Talaban. No one on board complained about our extension in the gulf because we all felt we had lost something very dear to all Americans. Some on board lost friends or loved ones either in the Pentigon or the Twin Towers. I could continue here for quite some time but I will not, I will simply close with this thought in mind, God Bless America and our Solders and Sailors who defend her.

bicouple4bifun2 66M/43F

9/14/2006 9:19 am

Lovely stories, thank you SOHOT for your service!God bless you, and all the others who have served our country,especially those personally involved on 9/11

I did not...to the best of my knowledge....know anyone who died that day personally. I was in NY on business 3 weeks later, visited the memorials, and was priviledged to stand at the curb as a somber procession passed, a fire truck bearing a casket, bagpipes playing behind, leading an honor guard. I wept that day, for the innocent victems and for out country. I cry today, remembering.

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