"There are certain men born in this world, and they’re supposed to die setting an example for the rest of the weak bastards we’re surrounded with.”
Refers to Rick Rescorla. If you have not heard of him, he won a Silver Star with the Seventh Air Cav in the Ia Drang Valley (e.g., there is a picture of him on the front cover of "We Were Soldiers Once and Young"). He was chief of security for Morgan Stanley Dean Witter, and got their people out of Tower 1. He didn't make it, he went back in to check on others...
Good article about him here: https://www.newyorker.com/maga...real-heroes-are-dead
NRA Life Member - "Fear God and Dreadnaught"
Sitting here at my desk and no mention through email, pager, announcement about 9/11/01 or 9/11/2012.
I work for the Corps of Engineers as a supply technician now... sad that it seems as if the Army has forgotten.
More blessed than I deserve.
343 - All gave some.... Some gave all
343 - Never Forget
Its better to be Pavlov's dog than Schrodinger's cat
There are three types of mistakes; Those you learn from, those you suffer from, and those you don't survive.
|Frangas non Flectes|
I'm glad you got that, for all of us, most especially those who never saw 9/12/2001.
I also don't allow myself to think about it much. It puts me in a dark place.
On the day of, I was sleeping in a bit late on my first semester of college, only a few weeks in, about six hours upstate from NYC. I didn't have a morning class that day. One of my study partners called my room and woke me up. "Hey it's Lisa, do you know what's happening?" I grumbled something and she told me to turn on my TV and set it to the campus news channel. I did so just in time to process that one of the WTC towers was on fire and then watched an aircraft hit the second tower. I was alone, but on the phone with a friend and we both watched it happen at the same time. It went from a "what the Hell is going on?" moment to instant realization that this was no accident. Shortly after, my roommate showed up, as all classes had been dismissed. We were both more than a little stunned. We agreed to go to the student union building and see what else we could find out. As soon as we opened the doors, we heard anguished wailing. There were several huge screens in the main lobby and they were all showing a feed of the buildings. Being a cheap state college up in the piney woods was an attractant to quite a few kids from the city, so there was no shortage of kids in that room that had family in those buildings, and they were huddled in tight masses in front of the screens. And then the first tower fell. All conversation stopped, and a number of students went right to the floor, hysterical. I can only assume they were watching what they believed was the demise of a loved one. I don't know how long we stayed, but we left shortly after the second tower fell. Classes were canceled and we honestly had no idea what was going on. My roommate and I were friends in highschool and my house was on the way to his, so we got on the road, didn't say much of anything for the hour drive home, and I spent a few days with my family.
Ten years later, I was living in a small neighborhood near the Boeing facility in Renton, where they make the 737 and the now-grounded MAX. I happened to notice a high percentage of women wearing burkhas while shopping at the Safeway we lived right behind. I didn't think much of it until 9/11/2011. I was up and working in my office with the window open, facing the direction of what turned out to be a neighborhood across the street where all the said burkhas apparently lived. There was a sudden burst of many fireworks, accompanied by a wailing chorus of ululating. This happened a number of times. Each little celebration was in time with the major events, both impacts, both collapses of the towers, and with the other two flights hitting the ground. I closed the window but could still hear it. I fought every urge to drive over there and crash their fucking party.
|The Velvet Voicebox|
I was at the Pentagon when it was hit by flight 77.. I was part of a Verizon line crew pulling in cable into the Pentagon CO at the time. Heard the plane, felt the explosion, saw the fireball and ran like everyone else into the south parking lot. One Verizon employee lost her life that day. A close friend. I was part of the crew that ran communications working 12-18 hour days for a lot of 3 letter agencies for up to 6 months afterwards. Saw the dump trucks carrying the driver and FBI agents going to the north parking lot full of plane parts, building parts, body parts, purses, bags, etc where everything was dumped and processed by over 300 FBI agents in heavy duty tyvec suits & PPE gear.
"All great things are simple, and many can be expressed in single words: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope."
--Sir Winston Churchill
"The world is filled with violence. Because criminals carry guns, we decent law-abiding citizens should also have guns. Otherwise they will win and the decent people will lose."
--James Earl Jones
For those who have younger kids
It talks about how to talk about 9/11 with younger kids, my wife and I both agree we will not let them forget either.
With my older sons I quite bluntly talked through the events then showed them the savages celebrating....then I told them something I remind them of every so often "Understand they want to kill you"..."there is no negotiating with them"
I was on the road in a hotel room when it happened.....since I was between reserve units units due to a move I found one pretty quick
|Muzzle flash |
I'm in a similar boat, V-Tail--I was 2 weeks short of 4yo on Pearl Harbor Day. I guess I'm a year younger than you. I, too, wasn't aware of the importance of the attack at that age, just that all the adults were very upset.
On 9-11 I was not up yet, heard the first reports when my clock radio came on, and went to watch on the TV. Not much happened at work that day--people too traumatized to do much. The one TV set in the building was in a break area, and folks sort of circulated in and out of the space. I was angry and sad, but knew there was nothing I could do about it.
We must never forget those events, and must be prepared to forestall repeats of them.
Texan by choice, not accident of birth
To my recollection, I don’t remember ever feeling RAW FURY as I did about that day. People jumping to their death, people on the ground having to dodge them, people crashing a plane to keep it from being used against others, emergency workers entering and ascending a WTC building knowing it will come down since the other one already did, etc etc etc.
|Something wild |
Thank you Para....
My office was in the Pentagon, but I wasn't in it. I saw the planes hit from overhead monitors in a train station in Dusseldorf, with a bunch of AF GOs, and we spent that day and the next trying to beg a ride out of USAFE. All air traffic was shut down, commercial and otherwise, communication was chaos, and we managed to hop a departing C141 back to Andrews. Within 48 hours a penetrator with an FAE landed on a certain cave in Afghanistan, missing UBL but vaporizing some things he thought were important. I spent the next 18 months in the Pentagon basement with the AF Crisis Action Team and Checkmate developing the follow on response and future plans to answer this attack on our soil, our flag and our countrymen. With extreme prejudice. My heartfelt gratitude and thanks to those who served and are serving, to their families, and to our comrades who will not return. We will never, never forget. Never.This message has been edited. Last edited by: Doc H.,
"And gentlemen in England now abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day"
At the time was working to support NSF Thurmont, living a couple minutes away. The night before i pulled the night shift so had only been in bed a short while. At the time didnt have a landline and cell phone reception was zero. Awoke to pounding on my door, saw it was my boss and his boss. I opened the door and rushed in, told me to get geared up time to go to work, they made a run for the TV (they didnt have immediate access to one at the office). Couple of minutes later I was out the door waiting for the exodus to arrive from DC...
Thank you Para for the page header also.
For me I was a few days into my freshman year of college in Milwaukee. Someone mentioned a plane crash at one of the World Trade towers as we boarded the elevator that morning for class. My first thought was something small, definitely not commercial, and a bad accident much like the B25 that crashed into the Empire State Building.
It was only after getting to my class that word spread of a second crash from someone else in the room and before the session was over news that one of the buildings had collapsed. The reality that of this being an attack and an evil on at that quickly sank in.
Classes ended up being cancelled for the rest of the day and most of the rest of it was spent glued to the TV coverage and checking in with loved ones. I still recall how perfect the weather was that day in Milwaukee, sunny, bright clear blue sky and warm...much like NYC that day also.
It was the events of that day that made me more aware of the actions of firefighters, other than riding around in shiny firetrucks and ultimately led me into my path in the fire service and now as a full-time firefighter myself.
Over the years I have made my way to ground zero which was a humbling experience. For as much as we may de-ride NYC and all of their liberal BS, it is worth a trip to the memorial, though I strongly suggest bringing Kleenex.
Outside of NYC, the most moving memorial I witnessed was back in Milwaukee on the 15th anniversary of 9-11:
343 sets of turnout gear with each set memorializing a member lost on that day, simple yet powerful to say the least.
I have never forgotten even as all these years have passed, hard to believe it was 18 years ago already.
Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to contemplate the meaning of this day.
I was driving to school to teach. The two hosts on the radio were talking about some but damnit, wouldn’t say what. Finally, on said “Guess we should be serious.” It was then I heard on the first plane. As my planning period was 1st period, I watched the second plan hit.
The rest of the day was full or rumor and false claims. By the end of the day students had worked themselves you to ridiculous levels. I looked at my co-teacher,he nodded, and I let the SGM out. People shit up and we had a good discussion.
The next week I called to see it they’d recall me. Their answer was “too.” Too old, too broke, too much rank.
I went home and put out my flag. It, or it’s replacement, stayed up until May 2, 2011. The next day a teacher came into our office almost in tears. Seems students were cheering Ben laden’s death. “He was a human being” was her cry. Tea and sympathy was brought out and she was reassured she needed a safe space. One teacher turned to me and said “You’re pretty conservative, what do you think?” My reply was I’d lost a friend at the Pentagon. That I was satisfied that Osama Ben Laden would never hurt another human being. I was glaring at the other teacher.
“If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.”
― Samuel Adams
|I have not yet begun |
I was on an EMS call very early that morning before getting off shift. When we got back the news was still thinking it was an accident. Then the second one hit...
After the game, the King and the pawn go into the same box.
|On the DL|
What is "SGM?" Acronym finder gave me dozens of definitions, none of which seem to fit the context of your post.
A mind is a terrible thing.
Wondering the same. 3 up and 3 down? Sgt. Major?
"If you’re a leader, you lead the way. Not just on the easy ones; you take the tough ones too…” – MAJ Richard D. Winters (1918-2011), E Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne
"Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil... Therefore, as tongues of fire lick up straw and as dry grass sinks down in the flames, so their roots will decay and their flowers blow away like dust; for they have rejected the law of the Lord Almighty and spurned the word of the Holy One of Israel." - Isaiah 5:20,24
That would be three up and four down
CMSGT USAF (Retired)
Chief of Police (Retired)
Florida Class K Licensed Instructor
NRA Certified LE Handgun/Shotgun/Rifle Instructor
SIG and Glock and Springfield 1911 Armorer
|Get Off My Lawn|
This man did not forget. At the Ground Zero ceremony yesterday, reminding those who might have forgotten who did this to us.
"I’m not going to read Time Magazine, I’m not going to read Newsweek, I’m not going to read any of these magazines; I mean, because they have too much to lose by printing the truth"- Bob Dylan, 1965
^^^I am surprised they allowed that,especially on C-SPAN. Don't get me wrong, I hope more people spread the message about the vile scum they are.
I was 8 years old and watching Rugrats before school. My mom worked overnights at the time. She ran in the door and told my dad to turn on the news. I watched for a bit (to include the second plane) and then went to school. My dad owned an auto parts store at the time and he didn't even open that day. As an 8 year old, I knew it was a big deal when dad stayed home and picked me up from school.
At that age, I guess I didn't really grasp the enormity of the day at the time. I remember my mom talking about how she and dad had to just go outside for a bit in the afternoon because they had to escape the TV coverage. While they were outside in the back yard, a plane flew over: Air Force One. Only plane in the sky after everyone was grounded. Something I distinctly remember about 9/11 in Eastern Iowa: The weather. It was a perfect late-summer day. Sunny, blue skies, sparse white clouds. Just perfect.
I was 20 when the Boston Marathon bombing occurred. I remember the 24/7 news cycle on that event and thinking how it just must have paled in comparison to 9/11 in scope and scale.
To this day, I am fascinated with the stories of 9/11, from the plot's planning and execution to the stories of everyday people doing extraordinary things to help each other. Every year, I am met with profound sadness to have witnessed the worst day in American history.
My mom told me before I went to school that day that for the rest of my life, I would remember where I was, and what I was doing when I found out what happened; how right she was. I will certainly never forget.
May our caskets be made of hundred-year oak, and may we plant those trees tomorrow.
|Powered by Social Strata||Page 1 2 3 4|