Walked into the office to find our TV on without a training CD playing. This after the first plane struck and was talking with my boss about what he had learned from the live broadcast about a potential cause.

 

We were both in the sales room when the second plane hit and then it became abundantly clear this wasn't a fluke, tragic crash. Less than 30 mins later all CVG airline traffic ceased. Since then I have cherished, honored, and pursued more so then ever before the liberties so many have sacrificied, died for, and been attacked over.

 

We are still a great country. Don't let the pundits tell you otherwise. Blessings of peace, healing, and new beginnings for those who still suffer! My family will never forget...

I should add that my youngest is now in the Navy. He was 8.

 

My thanks to him for his service to our country.

I lived just south of DC (about 25 minutes) when this happened. My dad worked at The Pentagon. I had a very different experience than most. I had no idea anything had happened until almost 4 that afternoon. Someone came up to my locker and told me "Someone blew up The Pentagon. Your dad..." (He was our basketball coach). I know how lucky I am every single day that I wasn't one of the kids who lost their parent that day. Weeks later, we'd drive past The Pentagon and see the gaping hole and you could STILL smell the gasoline.

 

The day of, the most striking thing I can remember is getting home from school and standing outside with my best friend and our friend Matt (now an officer in The Army) and looking up at an insanely blue sky. It was a beautiful day. Even at 13, we knew our lives had changed and would never be the same.

 

I am brought to tears every single year during the moment of silence. I still feel the relief I felt when I saw my dad that night. (Phone lines were cut so my mom had spent the entire day knowing nothing...). This day is and always will be about the lives lost and the family who never got to see their loved one walk in the door again like I did.

I was a senior at Trinity. When somebody told us during third period what had happened we didn't grasp the nature of it and were cracking jokes as snarky teenagers are wont to do (especially since we thought it was an accident, like the plane that flew into the Empire State Building decades ago). Absolutely no understanding of what had transpired. I was in stunned silence when teachers started turning on TV sets after lunch. Everyone was.

I saw the news report announcing that a plane had struck the first tower. I had just finished rereading Tom Clancy's "Debt Of Honor", and thought that this sounded eerily like the ending of that book. Then the 2nd plane hit.

I am brought to tears every single year during the moment of silence. I still feel the relief I felt when I saw my dad that night. (Phone lines were cut so my mom had spent the entire day knowing nothing...). This day is and always will be about the lives lost and the family who never got to see their loved one walk in the door again like I did.

 

Jeez, I couldn't imagine those hours leading up to your reunion. Glad your dad made it home that night. :thumb:

can't believe it has been 13 years.

 

Same here.

I lived just south of DC (about 25 minutes) when this happened. My dad worked at The Pentagon. I had a very different experience than most. I had no idea anything had happened until almost 4 that afternoon. Someone came up to my locker and told me "Someone blew up The Pentagon. Your dad..." (He was our basketball coach). I know how lucky I am every single day that I wasn't one of the kids who lost their parent that day. Weeks later, we'd drive past The Pentagon and see the gaping hole and you could STILL smell the gasoline.

 

The day of, the most striking thing I can remember is getting home from school and standing outside with my best friend and our friend Matt (now an officer in The Army) and looking up at an insanely blue sky. It was a beautiful day. Even at 13, we knew our lives had changed and would never be the same.

 

I am brought to tears every single year during the moment of silence. I still feel the relief I felt when I saw my dad that night. (Phone lines were cut so my mom had spent the entire day knowing nothing...). This day is and always will be about the lives lost and the family who never got to see their loved one walk in the door again like I did.

 

Wow is all I can say to that. I appreciate your sharing that.

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You're a class act LAWildcat. :thumb:

 

In many ways 9/11/01 feels like yesterday, can't believe it has been 13 years.

 

#neverforget

 

I agree. It seems much more recent. My almost 13 yr old does not remember as I was 2 weeks away from my due date.

Jeez, I couldn't imagine those hours leading up to your reunion. Glad your dad made it home that night. :thumb:

 

Thank you. So am I .

Twitter would have shut down.

I second whoever said to go look at @AriFleischer on twitter. Very interesting read.

 

I know there was much criticism around Bush's presidency, but 9/11 was a defining moment for our country and for our leadership. It's something many presidents don't have to face. He had the respect of the military and it's leaders during that entire process which speaks volumes. He may not have been Ronald Reagan (The best leader IMO), but his handling of 9/11 and the subsequent months/years was exactly what we needed.

I second whoever said to go look at @AriFleischer on twitter. Very interesting read. I know there was much criticism around Bush's presidency' date=' but 9/11 was a defining moment for our country and for our leadership. It's something many presidents don't have to face. He had the respect of the military and it's leaders during that entire process which speaks volumes. He may not have been Ronald Reagan (The best leader IMO), but his handling of 9/11 and the subsequent months/years was exactly what we needed.[/quote']

 

I just pulled off of the road to read all of Ari's tweets. Fascinating!

I just pulled off of the road to read all of Ari's tweets. Fascinating!

 

How so?

6th grade art class with Mrs. Walters. Crazy day.