recollections of 9/11

The alarm clock was set to wake me up with the radio. Bleary eyed and barely conscious I heard something about a plane crashing into the WTC. They didn’t mention anything about it being an airliner, and I didn’t give it much thought. I turned on CNN and was in time to see the second plane crash. I was stunned. In spite of what I was seeing, my mind just wouldn’t register what was happening. These were buildings I’d witnessed being built as a kid growing up in New York. 

Then there was talk about planes being flown into the Pentagon, the white house, you name it. There was pandemonium as reporters scrambled to find the latest tidbit of information.

Meanwhile George Bush read a children’s book.

I dressed, caught my bus to work and watched the tv in the break room. Things were getting worse, as (all false it would turn out) report after report began to filter in about what was happening. Nobody could work. All we could do was watch in horror as something so unimaginable suddenly became a reality.

I’ve witnessed and expreienced many things in my life, but I don’t think anything ever scared me as much as that morning. I started crying and couldn’t stop. It took me several attempts to get my mom’s phone # right. All I could say was that I loved her.

For that one brief moment, I thought it could be the end of the world. We were sent home, and a coworker offered to drive me. We sat in silence listening to the news on the local talk radio station. every now and then we’d both wipe tears from our eyes.

I ran up the stairs o my apt and turned on CNN again. A tower had collapsed and the footage of that wall of smoke, debris, dust, dirt, paper and who knew what else, rushing down the street, covering and comsuming people in its wake stunned me. 

7 years later, it all still seems like a bad dream, something I’ll wake up from eventually, but I know it will never go away. I saw the footage of people jumping from buildings to their deaths 90 floors below. Reporters asking where the President was. Where the VP was. Where the hell was anybody?

CNN was my constant companion over the following days and weeks. I tried to wrap my head around how this could happen. Yet, what kept popping into my mind was how much worse it could have been. As a country we’ve been fortunate enough to be spared some of the worst terrorist attacks that have plagued Europe and the middle east over the centuries. We’ve been lucky.

But that day, our luck ran out…and an era of Bush strong arm tactics began. now I’m no pascifist, but I believe in fighting for a reason. When we went into Afghanistan, to root out AL Queda and the Taliban I agreed with that. The hunt for bin-Laden? Get the bastard. Go into Pakistan? If that’s where bin Laden is, go get him. 

sadly Bush and co. used this tragic, horrendous attack to wage war without so much as a peep. As they trample on the Constitution, eye Iran and use everything at their disposal to seat their puppet MCCain, they want to continue their wars.

That can’t happen. Obama/Biden provide the only choice to restore this country. McCain/Palin are a gruesome twosome of more of the same. More war, more death, a further degraded economy, an assault on Roe v. Wade, more tax cuts for big business, while real people like you and meean continue to get the shaft.

To honor those who perished in the attacks, to make their deaths even more meaningful, stop the war, and vote against those who would keep us in eternal conflict.

0 thoughts on “recollections of 9/11

  1. Thanks. That was a great retrospective…I was in Manhattan that morning, thankfully many blocks up town.

    I remember calling my wife to tell her I was OK and having her tell me the planes hit the Pentagon

    I remember feeling like a Zombie walking around NYC, not knowing where to go or what to do.

    I remember coming home that afternoon on the commuter train. At each large stop, there were a large contingent of EMTs and ambulences to triage the survivors..alas..there was none.


  2. I don’t own a TV, but a friend knocked on my door that day and I loaded up a news channel on the net and watched it. Then spent several hours at a friend’s apartment.

    I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

    Thanks for a great post, Rain

  3. Over here it was the afternoon, and I spent my days listening to the radio. At first there was this report of a horrible accident, and then the next plane flew in.

    After that, everything seemed to stop. On Radio 1, they just played music, no talking inbetween, no shows going on. Went very sombre very quick.

  4. Thanks for the comment Mark. I know how I felt 2500 miles away; can’t imagine how it would have been, simply being blocks away.

    Cuss, thanks. Seeing the images today brings it all home again.

  5. Meanwhile George Bush read a children’s book.

    It’s 7 years later, and I bet George is still pissed off that he didn’t get to find out what happened to the goat.

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