Were you working on that morning? I was... we had no radio or TV, the Net was slower than molasses, and I was getting rumors from incoming patrons and passing them on. I'd seen the story on my browser ca. 8:45, said, "Oh, plane crashed into building, another tragedy," and didn't realize what it meant until my wife called me.I'm singing a Requiem tonight for the victims. Those of your readers who are Christians might make a special point today to pray for the conversion of the Muslim world
I'll never forget the events of that day.I'll never forgive those responsible, nor those who cheered them on...
I am with Jay G on this one. Too bad most of the country seems to have already forgotten it in their rush to a stress free, threat free world view. . .
I was working 11 to 7 shifts. I went home, showered and went to bed. I was awakened by a phone call. I did not sleep for the next 72 hours. I cleaned my arms and prepared. Then exaustion overtook me, and I slept.I will never forget. I will never forgive.
I'll never forget. The image I saw became ingrained in me, and is something that pops into the back of my head often.I was at an airport that morning... waiting to take off. Of course, I never got on a plane that day. I ended up taking a greyhound a few days later...I lost a good friend that day, too. I'll never forget her.
I will never forget, nor forgive those responsible.My wife and I had just awakened and turned on the news, and beheld the first tower on fire. We were told that a plane had crashed into the tower, and I looked at my wife in complete befuddlement. How could that pilot miss seeing that building in such a clear morning sky? Then the second plane hit, and it clicked. I said, "This isn't an accident! This is an attack!"And then I felt the rage. I wanted to find the bastards responsible, and gun them down. I still do.
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