I was 19 years old then. I was on my way to work and I had left my house around 8:50, I didn't see a breaking news story of the plane hitting WTC because I was watching Maury and they didn't broadcast the news yet.

At 8:50 am, I went outside only to hear this guy yell out loud to some lady that a plane hit the world trade center. My first thought was that it was a small CESSNA plane that hit the needle of tower one. When I got to Broad Street in my town a record store was playing the news out loud on a speaker and they were talking about two planes. I had no idea what was going on then, but I knew that the other bus I had to catch to the mall I worked at took us to an area where you had an unprecedented view of the NYC skyline.

It was a gorgeous clear day so when we finally got there, I saw that both towers were on fire.

We left work at noon that day and we drove to the back of the mall where we can clearly see lower Manhattan. It was covered in smoke.

I didn't know until later that week that my Sunday School teacher Sean Booker worked in the trade center.

http://www.cnn.com/specials/2001/memoria...

The 1960's peacenik pacifism and surrender policies of the Carter/Clinton factions were repudiated on 9/11. 

This was a wake up call that only a few Democrats woke up to.  It's high time for the rest of the Dems to wake up, or at least shut up while the Right (which is right) saves your bacon again.

Here is something very disturbing that is happening in this country.  Sure.  Close your eyes and it all goes away. 

The American Revolution Continued

I was in the barracks at Yongsan in Seoul, Korea. I was watching AFN and they cut in to a CNN broadcast and showed the first tower. I watched as the second plane came in and went to my friend's room (he is from New York) and told him to turn on AFN. When they started talking about the pentagon we started to wake everyone up (after 11pm in Korea) and told them to get their gear ready. From there it all goes crazy. Every unit trying to get to their vehicles and gear. The motorpools were packed and the roads on camp were getting busy. The gates were closed and armed Soldiers posted at every MEVA (mission essential vital area). We were at a state of high alert for over a month. No one complained, we just wanted to do our part. Too many rumors flowed freely for a while, but things settled down, but nothing was ever the same again.

I was paying a bill at Windber Hospital, just over the county line from Shanksville. The receptionist was calling around different offices trying to find out which one I should bring my check to, when she started having to answer a lot of calls that involved telling whoever called, "You'd have to call the airport."  A doctor poked his head in her office and she looked at the two of us and said, "Do I look like a news bureau? People keep calling me and asking why the airport is closed." The doctor said, "There was a plane crash," and he left.

I thought he meant that some poor bugger's Cessna had flipped off the runway up at Johnstown, just over the hill. The receptionist kept fielding the calls about the airport and calling around in between trying to find who I should bring my check to. An administrative lady came in and said that a passenger jet had crashed, that we'd be getting mass casualties, and she needed some sort of manual to look up a code to properly announce the incident. She leafed around fruitlessly in a binder and walked out.

The receptionist and I gave each other a look and she went back to making those calls for me as I wondered about the flight that had crashed. I figured it must have been a commuter jet coming into Johnstown. But then suddenly an announcer broke into the country music station the receptionist had been listening to, saying that passenger jets had been flown into the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon. The Pentagon was in flames, and both towers had fallen. "They're gone," the announcer said. I fell back against the wall as he went on to say that another plane had crashed in Pennsylvania near Johnstown and that all flights were being diverted to the nearest airport but that 14 planes were still unaccounted for.

The receptionist asked if I was okay and I said yes, and I put my check under her pencil cup and said I was sure she could get to it later, in a few days. She nodded yes.

I figured that if whoever was hijacking planes was crashing them near Johnstown, Pennsylvania -- the middle of nowhere -- that they must be raining down like hailstones. "This is it," I thought. "We're at war. Life will never be the same again."

So I went to look for something, anything I could do to help. I saw the administrator lady talking to a woman I took to be a nurse, and I asked what I could do. The administrator said that they were expecting mass casualties from the nearby crash, and that some workers were bringing beds from a storage area in another part of the hospital, and I could follow the other woman to where they were going to bring the beds to move stuff out of the way and help set the beds up.

We went to what seemed a dissued wing, It was clean and furnished but devoid of any activity. The nurse said that we were waiting for somebody to bring a key to a storage room so we could get night stands and chairs and other non-essential stuff out of the way to make room for beds. I was silently conjecturing on how big the plane was, and how many passengers were aboard, and how many would be care-flighted to Johnstown and Altoona and Cumberland (the nearest Level 1 Trauma Centers) and maybe even Pittsburgh, and how many would be sent to us and to Somerset. I wanted everything to be ready for them when they arrived.

Another nurse came in and she said something quietly to the nurse I'd been waiting with. I will never forget, as long as I live, the look on that nurse's face. She didn't have to say a word. If there's anything worse than getting a busload of injured people, it's not getting that busload of injured people. I said, "We're not getting any casualties. They're setting up a morgue in Somerset." She just nodded.

I still think of Tod Beamer and the others aboard that flight and how we were waiting for them, but they'd never be coming.

Over the midwest on my way to Chicago.  When I saw the images on the news over 5 hours later, I wondered why it was not my plane instead.  Survivors guilt or something like that I guess, but I wanted to find the nearest recruiting station and take a one way trip to Afghanistan at that moment. 

I beleive that the libs think the "whole 9/11 thing" has been blown "way out of proportion".  They know they can't say that, and that causes them great anxiety.

Jimbo says - "There is a fine line between freedom of speech and treason"

1. Too-long, don't have time to write it now.

2. Right here, at my desk, listening to Howard Stern (whose radio show covered the event BETTER than any other news show on at the time, by liberally stealing from all of 'em, at a time when the bloated and useless FCC was arguing in court that it "is not a news show"!).

3. Bigger government, if the control freaks have their way. Hell, even debate makes me almost a killer, in some minds.

4. Forever. "Terror" can't ever give up, or be stamped-out, any more than poverty, drugs, or various other things big government wishes to invoke using war rhetoric.
JMR

Rally online with fans of Dr. Ron Paul.

I saw Chuck Hagel today (11:00am) spewing on while "questioning" the General. C-SPAN put the wrong designator up. They portrayed him as a Republican. Chuckie baby had all the Democratic talking points right on cue. And, he was constantly talking up his good friend Biden.

God, I'm glad he's retiring. What a cretin, and dishonest broker.

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