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Of the Tragic Attacks Seven Years Ago.
May the victims rest in eternal peace and their families be comforted by God.
May God grant us peace.
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My thoughts and prayers go out to the victims of those terrible attacks and their families.
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It's quite something.
It seems incredible that the events of that fateful day are seven whole years in the past.
If it feels so immediate to someone like me, I can only imagine how the families still feel. I hope that they have found some peace and resolution and that whatever faith sustains them, continues to heal.
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God Bless America.
I don't have anything particularly eloquent to add, just condolences and prayers.
I hate to say when this happened i was only 11, and it was live on t.v. I just watched it and thought it was a new movie they were releasing... Now adays I look back on it and think how ignorant I was. A very sad day, and may I quote
I know the dates wrong but it still has the same meaning with 9/11/01Quote:
Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, members of the Senate and the House of Representatives: yesterday, December 7th, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked...
Seven years, and I'm still at a loss for words. I feel an urge to say something meaningful. Not profound, not eloquent, just meaningful. The words don't come. No shame in borrowing from wiser men:
I hope that the families of the victims have found some peace and resolution and that whatever faith sustains them, continues to heal.
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My condolences :bow:
I'll never forget my panic, or more touchingly - watching my mother panic - because my grandparents were in New York that day. I was only 11 at the time, but I will still never forget that concern (Yes they were fine). I can only begin to imagine what it would be like to lose someone in one of these attacks.
One of the few things I believe will be forever etched into my mind was watching the CBS live response that morning, when they were interviewing a woman when the 2nd tower was struck right as she was speaking, right in front of my eyes, as the broadcast was showing the smoking 1st tower, only to record live the 2nd one being struck. She absolutely lost her mind, and, even at 11, I was awestruck at the moment.
Well, that day I came home. My mum was talking in the phone (not related to that) and I was looking TV. I started to pass the channels, all the news channels we had were broadcasting such thing. Of course, some where exxagerating the thing (curse the sensasionalists). I asked my mum why it was so important, and she told me that it was important because that was a attack. I did not realize why... I do now. Looks like when we are too young we are too innocent, being part of the world, but at the same time, being outside of the "Politic" world.
We grow, and we start to get inside it.
It doesn't matter how in are we in the political world. But that day it did. There aren't any victims that deserved it. They were common people. Did it really had to happen?
God bless the souls of those people.
A terrible day. May the families find peace.
God bless America. Let us hope, among the elections and issues, our resolve will never break.
What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world.
-Robert E. Lee
My sincerest condolences to those innocent who died in the attacks, and those innocent who have died in retribution.
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I was 11 wow. I remember exactly what I was doing I remember that whole day
Yeah. Kennedy shot. King killed. Kennedy shot. First baby born. Tehran hostages returned. Second baby born. 9-11.
All singular days in my life (among a few others), every second of which I recall with absolute clarity. Where I was. What I was doing, Who said what...
The horror. The glory. And the horror again.
May God bless and keep those dear departed innocents, and hold their loved ones in the palm of his merciful hand. And may he show the rest of us the way to peace and resolution. :bow:
A sad day in history, my thoughts go out to all the victims and thier familys, may it never happen again...
I remember sitting there watching everything almost numb until they showed a man who had gone to an over pass with an American flag and just stood their waving it, next thing I was crying like a child.
Condolences to all.
I remember the day well; I spent a good part of it here on the forums with the rest of the org guys + we were really concerned about a few of the patrons who we new were visiting the NYC area at the time. But everyone was eventually accounted for. I know that solypsist was in brooklyn at the time and he was front row center. It was quite a harrowing day for everyone.
The wife and I were in NYC that day, so it was all very up-close and personal. If I concentrate I can still conjure the smell of all that burning building material, paper, plastic and flesh. I've never smelled anything like it before or since.
Two years later, to the day, our son was born. I prefer to think of 9/11 as primarily my son's birthday, but that's just me.
It was interesting today. I was talking with a friend of mine who is a local firefighter. He mentioned that it feels like yesterday that they towers were attacked. It has been 7 years and yet I can remember EXACTLY what I was doing, saying, thinking, watching, and feeling. Clear as day. I would always wonder what that was like when my parents would speak of the day J.F.K was shot. Now I know that feeling. And to be honest, it's a little disturbing knowing, now, that I watched one of the greatest... and most horrifying attacks on our country. Something that I never thought would happen on that scale to our country and yet it did. And now seven years later, and looking back on it all, including watching all of those documentaries, good and bad about the attacks, the heroism and sacrifice of the men and women, cops, fdny, or non on that day, my memory of that day and probably those of others, is one of the best ways in which to commemorate what happened on September 11th, 2001.
And just in case anyone is interested. On the History Channel pacific time. A documentary that just uses video recording from the people that were there is on at 9 pm. It's called, 102 Minutes That Changed The World
I was teaching an org comm class to my comm majors when the Pentagon attack occurred, just after the towers were hit. Ironically enough we were doing a group exercise in conflict management. I felt very small -- very insignificant.
After seven years I still get angry and choked up when I think about it for any length of time.
I think I shall say another ave or two for those lost and their families.
I was stationed at Kunsan Air Base South Korea when the planes hit. It was at night, I was at night chow going into my mid shift. We went to threatcom Delta (which I had never seen before, having been in for 6 years at the time). They scrambled several 16's just incase North Korea decided to get cute. It was a time of complete helplessness and not knowing what was going to happen next. As Seamus sayd, I still get choked up and angry on this day still after 7 years. I absolutely feel terrible for all those souls lost that day and how everything changed that day. Who knew....:shame:
My condolences :bow:
And happy birthday to your son Lemur
My condolances to the victims' family and friends.
I was living next to Ohare Airport at the time and I got woken up to sirens. When the towers got hit, the airport went on high alert. The military, federal government, county, and Chicago PD collapsed on the airport to protect it in case they were next. It was definitely surreal...
A buddy called and I turned on the TV just in time to watch a tower fall.
For days my neighborhood was deathly quiet. You have no idea how weird it is to live next to one of the world's busiest airports but not see or hear a plane in the sky. Airplanes almost become your sleeping aid. First you can't sleep with them and you hate em. Eventually, you get used to it. Finally, the world seems weird when it's quiet.
A buddy and I flew a few months later and I remember us making a pact that we would take on anyone who tried to hijack our plane. Sounds dramatic but things like that were on a lot of people's minds. Weeks later, some disturbed person rushed the cockpit door on some flight. We all remember the windows being blown out of a few Chicago suburb buildings because orbiting fighters went on afterburners. I heard the passengers took the guy down themselves so the fighters didn't have to light a missile off. But they were very close to doing so. Going into downtown Chicago also became a new adventure. People would just look up at the skyscrapers and wonder if a plane was on it's way.
Not quiet sure where I'm going with this. These are just my non-political thoughts on the subject.
As with any tradgedy, it sucks that it happened...
Seeing images of anything related makes me immediately recall the sounds of the jumpers hitting the ground as some reporter struggled to speak of the details. It makes me angry and sad and I don’t like to dwell on it for long or it puts me in a terrible mood. It is a horrible thing to have happened and I feel great sorrow for the families who have lost loved ones. It is a scar that the world will were for many years. :sad: