I was 11 wow. I remember exactly what I was doing I remember that whole day
I was 11 wow. I remember exactly what I was doing I remember that whole day
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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.![]()
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
A sad day in history, my thoughts go out to all the victims and thier familys, may it never happen again...
In remembrance of our great Admin Tosa Inu, A tireless worker with the patience of a saint. As long as I live I will not forget you. Thank you for everything!
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.
Modern civilization is a vast conspiracy against silence
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.
"No one said it was gonna be easy! If it was, everyone would do it..that's who you know who really wants it."
All us men suffer in equal parts, it's our lot in life, and no man goes without a broken heart or a lost love. Like holding your dog as he takes his last breath and dies in your arms, it's a rite of passage. Unavoidable. And honestly, I can't imagine life without that depth of feeling.-Bierut
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
"No one said it was gonna be easy! If it was, everyone would do it..that's who you know who really wants it."
All us men suffer in equal parts, it's our lot in life, and no man goes without a broken heart or a lost love. Like holding your dog as he takes his last breath and dies in your arms, it's a rite of passage. Unavoidable. And honestly, I can't imagine life without that depth of feeling.-Bierut
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