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I don't feel funny

Eggs Mayonnaise

Eggs Mayonnaise

All In With The Nuts
Rather than watch the soap opera "dramatization" of 9/11 on ABC, I just watched the rebroadcast of the great documentary of that day on CBS, filmed by the French brothers who were following around a rookie fireman that summer.

It still hits me like it did then. The sadness, the fear, the confusion. And then I remember I was in my apartment, miles away on the other end of Manhattan Island. And I feel stupid and ashamed for feeling so bad when so many were hit so much harder and more directly by it that day. But it hit me too.

I wish I could wake up and move on.

An early RIP, a day early.
 
Hmmm it hasn't really hit me. But memories do come back. Like how eiriely quit it was that day, and the days following. Living near a military base, you get used to hearing planes all the time. It was so clear out-so quiet, yet chaotic.
I hear you eggs.
I think I get mad at it all when I fly. I get soo mad that we have to do all of these things in the name of "security" For our own good. But I don't get pissed off at our country, I get pissed off at them. And I don't believe, I mean, I hate it when people say "we made them do it, because we meddled in the first place" fuck that. That doesn't give them a right to do what they did. You might as well let all the murderers go then too, because I am sure someone made them do it too.
I support our troops, and I support alot of things about this war, but I just want it to be over.
 
Hell, I was living in England and it hit me hard. The whole day was surreal. We had Tony Blair and the Labour Summit about two minutes from our house as well that day and nobody knew when the attack would end or if it would continue over here or what was planned. We had F-16's flying over all British airspace, police units swarmed the country to protect our most sensitive targets, everything ground to a halt as we watched this total fucking insanity unravel on television. Even in the midst of the attack as the buildings collapsed and the Pentagon was hit and there were reports of other planes that couldn't be contacted you knew you were living through a changing point in history and that things could never go back to how they were yesterday.

I can only imagine what it must of been like to actually be in New York that day. It was scary enough for us over the pond, we thought we were next.


R.I.P to the 2,992.
 
My Aunt's a math tutor now (retired teacher) in Manhattan and moves all around to various schools. We had a hell of a time tracking her down cuz of course when i tried to call N.Y., all the phones were jammed.
Gods, I still can recall my feelings of panic and helplessness.
What a day of Surreal Hell.

...She was ok, in TriBeca that day as it turned out. Said she could smell the smoke all the way to where she lived. We were lucky. I still think of all those who weren't.
 
I live just outside of Philadelphia, which is about 2 hours from downtown Manhattan. I'd been to New York hundreds, if not thousands, of times prior to 2001. I used to drive up there damn near every weekend to go clubbing in the Village. I remember that every time I saw the WTC and Lady Liberty, I knew I was almost there.

Two weeks prior to 9/11, my wife, her cousin, and myself were underneath the WTC taking the PATH train back to Hoboken.

I was in work the morning of the attacks; I remember Darthsikle's wife calling him and telling him that a plane had hit the WTC. We all thought it was a small Cessna or something. Later, when she called to tell us the second plan had hit, we all became very nervous. I'll never forget that a co-worker had lots of friends and family in NYC; the boss was being a complete asshole telling us to stop wasting time and get to work. Later that morning, an attorney came in and he was visibly shaken, as his daughter worked in Liberty Place, the tallest building in Philadelphia.

When the first tower fell, I found out once again from DS' wife. She called him and was just sobbing and sobbing. We all felt numb. Somehow we pushed on and finished the day, and I even worked my night job, as it was my second week there. I remember a co-worked at my night job was sent home, because a Jewish customer overheard him talking with another customer and he opined that "it was the chickens coming home to roost". I remember thinking, "You fucking cunt, how could you make this day about YOU, you fucking Jewess?"

I remember I didn't travel to NYC until early in 2003. When I saw the towers were gone, really gone, it just felt so fucking surreal, like a movie.

Anyway, five years later, listening to the reports from that day, I get emotional all over again. Like most people, I've put the events of that day in the past, and I really don't think about it on a daily basis. But every year as the date grows closer, I get all worked up again. I didn't know anyone personally who died in the attacks, however they affected me deeply because my fellow Americans died horribly.

Are we safer today? Doubtful. However, I think we're all bit more vigilant and I would hope a tiny bit more tolerant.
 
I was at work, an arsehole from the next office came in making a joke about it, I thought it was just a joke, till I got the BBC website up, then it seemed like the world would come to an end and we'd soon be at war.

We got the war soon enough, but the world hasnt ended yet, and hopefully it never will
 
I was at school, and I remember a lot of girls were getting called to the front office since a lot of their husbands/boyfriends worked for DFW or Southwest.

It was very strange, especially since at the time I lived very closed to the DFW airport, and hearing thousands of planes fly over our house was a natural sound. For days it was too quiet, and then when I heard the first plane finally, I fucking jumped out of my shoes.
 
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