wilkie
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The fifth aniversary of a very black day, forget...Oh Hell No.
9/11
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Never Forget...
When this happened I had been married for 4 days.. my wife had almost changed her flight to Detroit to the 11th vs. the 10th to take care of business. As soon as word broke I was on the phone with her to check in on her and where she was in relation to downtown Detroit and if she was near that she may need to look at going elsewhere becasue nobody knew where the next 'strike' was going to be.
My heart goes out to those who lost loved ones in this attack. May all those in public service never lose their nerve to serve... without them disasters such as these would be worse.
My heart goes out to those who lost loved ones in this attack. May all those in public service never lose their nerve to serve... without them disasters such as these would be worse.
Potapko
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The shame is that too many Americans have already forgotten
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ChattaMasterDiver:
yes it does, can't say how often I watched it today.....
Thank you for your service and thank you to those that are still serving (military, fire dept, police, coast guard.....and anyone else I missed)
gangrel441
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My wife and I were married in late August, 2001. She is a consultant, and at the time traveled 100%. Early September, there was a death in my family, and she stayed home from her client on Monday, Sept. 10, to attend the funeral with me.
Tuesday, Sept. 11, I dropped her of at O’Hare around 5:30 am to fly out to LAX for the rest of her on-site work week. I went to the gym, then on to the office by a little after 8:00. I got to my desk, fired up my computer, and flipped on the clock radio that I kept tuned to the local news and business station. In the background, I heard something about a plane hitting the WTC. Figured it was probably a Cessna or some other small plane. Happened a few other times that I recalled. I was a little concerned when someone on the radio said it was a jumbo jet, but then chuckled to myself about how unreliable the news is sometimes...
Then I heard the report of another plane hitting the second tower. I started paying closer attention, and heard mention of suspected hijackings. That's right...hijackings, with an "s" at the end of it...and planes flying into buildings. My wife's flight had left O’Hare around 7:45. Now I was worried.
News about the pentagon, another flight down in a field, reports that turned out to be hysteria about a plane hitting the Sears Tower, car bombings at various government offices and agency headquarters....
I pulled up FlightTracker to get a handle on where my wife's plane was. It was approaching the Rockies. It was still in the air. I saw that Denver was the closest city to where she was. I waited and watched and hoped that the flight info would be updated to show diverted to Denver. After a very long 20 minutes, the info changed as I hoped. Shortly thereafter, her plane was on the ground.
It took about an hour to get past all the busy signals to finally get her on her cell phone. She had some of the story, but I had to fill in as many of the blanks as I could. The info I had still had plenty of holes in it. I found out that her plane was one of the last in the sky, that they had come in with a fighter escort. That she had gotten off the plane and everyone was told they had to leave the airport immediately, and that no taxis or rental cars were available anywhere. Nor were there any hotel rooms.
She finally managed to find a room and a cab, and got set up. She told me she wasn't sure when she could get a flight home. I told her a flight wasn't in her future. Amtrak was her only option. She made a few calls, and got herself a ticket on the California Zephyr heading eastbound, and about 18 hours later, I had her home. What a relief.
Meanwhile, the whole world around us had changed...forever....
Tuesday, Sept. 11, I dropped her of at O’Hare around 5:30 am to fly out to LAX for the rest of her on-site work week. I went to the gym, then on to the office by a little after 8:00. I got to my desk, fired up my computer, and flipped on the clock radio that I kept tuned to the local news and business station. In the background, I heard something about a plane hitting the WTC. Figured it was probably a Cessna or some other small plane. Happened a few other times that I recalled. I was a little concerned when someone on the radio said it was a jumbo jet, but then chuckled to myself about how unreliable the news is sometimes...
Then I heard the report of another plane hitting the second tower. I started paying closer attention, and heard mention of suspected hijackings. That's right...hijackings, with an "s" at the end of it...and planes flying into buildings. My wife's flight had left O’Hare around 7:45. Now I was worried.
News about the pentagon, another flight down in a field, reports that turned out to be hysteria about a plane hitting the Sears Tower, car bombings at various government offices and agency headquarters....
I pulled up FlightTracker to get a handle on where my wife's plane was. It was approaching the Rockies. It was still in the air. I saw that Denver was the closest city to where she was. I waited and watched and hoped that the flight info would be updated to show diverted to Denver. After a very long 20 minutes, the info changed as I hoped. Shortly thereafter, her plane was on the ground.
It took about an hour to get past all the busy signals to finally get her on her cell phone. She had some of the story, but I had to fill in as many of the blanks as I could. The info I had still had plenty of holes in it. I found out that her plane was one of the last in the sky, that they had come in with a fighter escort. That she had gotten off the plane and everyone was told they had to leave the airport immediately, and that no taxis or rental cars were available anywhere. Nor were there any hotel rooms.
She finally managed to find a room and a cab, and got set up. She told me she wasn't sure when she could get a flight home. I told her a flight wasn't in her future. Amtrak was her only option. She made a few calls, and got herself a ticket on the California Zephyr heading eastbound, and about 18 hours later, I had her home. What a relief.
Meanwhile, the whole world around us had changed...forever....
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