It still hurts and will hurt forever.
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The dreams of peace are paid for at the ressurection
It still hurts so much in part because of our government’s wholly inadequate and inappropiate response. The correct response would have been a massive US-only punitive raid on Afghanistan designed to kill or capture as many al-Quaeda and Taliban as quickly as possible and then leave. Instead our government formed a silly coalition, contracted with dishonest warlords in Afghanistan, and threw the bulk of our forces into Iraq, which had nothing to do with 9/11. And our government is still trying to nation-build in both places nine years later.
today – 9/11/10
then – 9/11/01 – I was surveying the new beach cabanas at American Yacht Club in Rye, facing Manhattan, and watched it happen.
These are painful images that cannot be erased from the mind or heart.
Maybe we should start thinking how Israel lives everyday. We are out numbered. Maybe the American Empire will follow Britain’s lead.
My hubby was in the White House on 09/11. He ran out like everyone else and was lucky enough to take cover with my best friend, a GWU dean/professor. I lost two good friends in the towers but, as you said Chris, we move forward, not dwell in the past. This morning over coffee, we toasted the good old US of A, proud to call ourselves citizens. We have a son who is a fireman and he’s donning his dress blues today for the many services in and around the county. He feels it quite the honor to stand by men and women who survived 09/11.
Still cry every time I have to re-live that day…running from the towers, thinking there were more coming, hitting the ground when I heard the F-16’s overhead, finally getting to GCT only to have people running out of the station screaming bomb, jumping on the back of a cab going up 3rd avenue trying to get off the island. Heard there may be trains leaving 125th, finally getting to 125th on the back of several cabs and trucks with several more of my comrades covered in soot, dust and despair. Finally getting to OG station and going back the next morning to help wherever possible. Come home in the evening looking at cars that did not move and thinking they didn’t make it out.
thank you for letting me vent
Inangua and Cry Baby – who do you think we were fighting in Iraq?
Not Iraqis, but al-Qaeda and other jihadists. Iraq was a proxy batlle with the enemy who tried and is still trying to destroy us.
Get out of your ivory towers and get down on the street with the rest of us.
Anonymous, Thanks for sharing your story. It was beautifully said.
Never forget. Never never never forget.
“who do you think we were fighting in Iraq?
Not Iraqis, but al-Qaeda and other jihadists.”
There were no al-Quaeda or other significant jihadists in Iraq prior to our invasion and occupation. Iraq was ruled by a secular Bathist tryant who had near total control of the country and tolerated no dissent. He had nothing to do with 9/11, al-Quaeda, or any other jihadists. Combat operations until “Mission Accomplished” were exclusively against the Iraqi military.
Inagua, you are absolutely right.
People like Anonymous make America look bad. Treating all Muslims badly doesn’t help us win the hearts and minds of the 1.5 BILLION Muslims.
I bet you that the same approach (of misjudging & mistreating innocent Muslims) used by the American government overseas is being applied on many innocent Muslim Americans.
It gets me to question, how many people like Anonymous work for the government ?
I was in midtown. What a clear, beautiful day . . . like today. With no trains running I accompanied a colleague on his way to a niece’s apartment downtown (she was not answering the phone; he was beyond worried). The throngs of people heading in the other direction were as close as I would probably ever get to a flow of refugees. Their faces all looked dazed. But is there a greater place than New York? There were radios and TVs hanging out first floor apartments, and everyone gathered around to listen for a while. Or maybe just to stand close to someone.
Eventually, I was on the first New Haven line out of the city. At several stations, including Greenwich, there were gurneys, EMTs, and other emergency and medical people waiting. It then really sunk in. The overflow of wounded they awaited would not arrive. They were all dead. It was the first time I cried that day.
I remember going to Tod’s Point the next day. You could see the towers burning in the distance.
A few days later I signed up to help sort donations that were being sent to the New Rochelle Armory Building. The man running the operation, in conjunction with the Salvation Army was a man who used to work in the World Trade Towers for one of the big companies. He had lost a lawsuit because after the bombing of the parking garage, a few years earlier, he developed a fear of going to work because he was convinced that it was going to be a target for terrorism and that something terrible was going to happen. He wanted to be transferred to another office that the company had
He’d lost the lawsuit and had to quit his job because he really was convinced that there was going to be a terrorist attack. He felt terrible that no one believed him and also that no one thought his fear was rational.
He was doing what he could in the aftermath of 9/11. It was very sad.
My photo of the towers burning from Tod’s Point is deceptively and incongruously lovely. There was the start of a beautiful sunset…just like that day, with the contrast of the beauty of the sky and the horror of what was happening.
Peeps – in discussing this day with my guest from England, I expressed not just my sadness but the anger I still hold against these people because my girls watched the towers burn from Tods Point.
It was just so quiet and safe there, with such a view of awfulness. And then a beautiful sunset.
I heard what you said, in 1980, when I was 12 years old. My peer was warning of a similar hell.
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