Question Of The Week, 9/11/05
I'm sure we can all remember what happened on 9/11/01. This weeks Question Of The Week is, How well do you remember your first thoughts when you heard that the World Trade Center had been attacked? Please share some of your first thoughts. I'll post my answer in the comment section Monday.
God Bless America, God Save The Republic.
God Bless America, God Save The Republic.
posted by David Schantz | 2:17 AM
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I was only thirteen years old but I remember it very well. I was in school and sometime in the morning (I think second hour) I heard sirens from a tv and thought well thats odd must be something with drivers ed.
The next hour I walked into an empty classroom with three other students and I knew something was wrong when I seen Peter Jennings talking. One of the students went to her seat and one left and went to the bathroom and I got close the the tv and seen the pentagon burning my words were "They've bombed the Pentagon." I looked at my watch and it was 10:03 when I found out. I remember the whole day in about as great detail.
This is on my site today:
The following poem came to me from a recent homeschool graduate in the Washington, D.C., area. This young poet is a Christian and a patriot, and he well remembers 9/11.
On 9/11, those of us living in the D.C. area were most directly affected by the attack on the Pentagon. But our hearts went out to those in and near the World Trade Center as we watched, over and over again, the television broadcasts of the devastation in New York City.
The following poem reflects on what happened in the Washington, D.C., area and also touches on the larger significance of 9/11.
What Dreams May Come
Early to rise,
Early to bed,
For years
History has repeated itself.
Day and night,
Night and day,
The world keeps turning
Like a needle on a broken record.
Over the years, the record has a few scratches.
And one scratch is
Enough to stop the music-
On this day a shout came from many people-
People who would get up, have their coffee,
Read the newspaper, and go to work,
But this time all eyes are on those who shouted-
Shouted-
This is not a dream.
Those people died.
This is real smoke-
On this day all schooling stopped.
All roads to Washington are closed.
As the families of those who died
Watched in horror as this
News was being repeated
Like a broken record on the television,
All hope was lost.
Nothing ran through their minds
Except that family member,
That empty chair,
The kiss or hug before their spouse, son, or daughter went to work.
To those who lost someone important to them-
On this day the world stopped.
What of them?
What dreams may come for them?
I pray and hope for comforting dreams,
Dreams of happiness and love.
For the bodies of the lost loved ones may be here,
But their souls are up there,
Walking on the streets of gold
And sitting at the right hand of God.
They will be watching,
And hoping for dreams that are magical.
To those who came to destroy
The freedom of America-
Our freedom cannot be destroyed!
Every time an attempt or an attack is made,
People from all over the world unite
To help fight for freedom and destroy the C.A.I.R.ing system that hates
Everything we are and do.
God is on our side,
And the American dream still lives.
Contributed by NB
And what was I doing? Promptly at 9:00, before any news had broken here, I had gone to the bank to make a deposit; the bank's computer was running slowly, but nobody yet knew the reason.
In the car, both going to and returning from the bank, I was listening to a book on tape and had no knowledge yet as to what was going on. And all day long, I heard sirens and noticed emergency vehicles rushing all around the D.C. area.
When I arrived home from the bank, I popped the tape from the deck when heard these words: "The White House and the Pentagon are being evacuated..." I rushed to my television set and sat watching for 13 hours. The only breaks I took were to fill the bathtub with water and to dig out my uncle's Arlington Cemetery flag to drape from my front porch. I watched live, as the Twin Towers came down.
I cried and screamed all day long. Beginning on 9/12, I started doing my own independent research so as to understand why the 9/11 attacks had happened. I "get it" now about Islam and about the desire of Muslims to establish a worldwide caliphate.
My life changed on 9/11. I have visited all three sites: WTC, Pentagon, and Shanksville, PA. I have cried and prayed at all the sites. Perhaps the Flight 93 site moves me the most because there American patriots fought back. The approved desecration of that site, "The Crescent Embrace," is an abomination! See
http://cuanas.blogspot.com/
2005/09/say-no-to-crescent-
of-embrace-this-is.html
I WILL NEVER FORGET 9/11!
I was setting grade on a roadway in Anniston,Al on a remarkably clear, cool day. It was one of the first of cooler days bringing to close another Alabama summer. The first I'd heard of a plane crashing into the trade center, I thought that it was a small general aviation plane and thought that the weather must be different in New York. A second impact cleared such confusion. Jihad was brought again to America.
I was deployed to Kuwait. I watched on T.V as the first one hit, and thought it was an accident, when the second one hit, I knew it was war!
I was driving to work admiring the day. I first heard it on the radio and then when I got to work everything was a mess.
First I want to thank all of you for stopping by to answer this weeks question. 9/11/01 is a date that will never be forgotten by anyone that was alive at the time. On most mornings the TV would have been tuned to a news program and the short wave would have been turned on. For some reason they were both turned off that morning. I was reading the London Telegraph on line. They had posted an article about the World Trade Center being hit by a jet liner. I was convinced that this was a FEMA drill, but the article was so well done , I was really getting into it, it was like a new version of War Of The Worlds. When the phone rang I heard my wife answer it, then I heard her telling someone I was on the computer and she handed me the phone. I said hello and heard my Step-Daughter yell, "Are you watching this s_ _t!" Before I could say a thing she said, "Oh,my God the second tower has been hit!" I was hit too, by reality. It was no drill and there wouldn't be a punch line. Life as we knew it in this country had just been changed. I had expected a terrorist attack to take place on our soil for quite some time, but nothing like this. I thought a mall would be bombed or gassed during a Holiday Season, but this went beyond my wildest dream/nightmare. For a while the attacks brought our country together,we were one country united, everyone was a patriot. Everyone was alert, on guard. Now we have gone back to our old ways, fighting over political issues or watching sports and soap operas. I've gone back to expecting a terrorist attack on our soil, and praying that I am wrong.
God Bless America, God Save The Republic.
I slept through most of it. I turned on the radio and Bob Lonsberry was talking about it. The first tower had already calapst. We ran down stairs to see turn on the TV. The second tower was callapsing at that time. The first thing I thought of was "This is war!"
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