The sad truth is that the bulk of these agitators weren't even born or were very, very young that day. I was 18 years old and my Uncle worked in WTC Tower 2. 9/11 is permanently ingrained in my brain and left a permanent scar on my soul.
Thank you, my Uncle actually lived. He had left the building after a long morning of meetings and he wanted to buy some Altoids and get some fresh air (he had recently quit smoking and took up eating Altoids as a replacement). He was at his favorite bodega when the first plane hit. He worked for Morgan Stanley on the floors that were demolished by the second plane.
Glad to hear that, Pede. I’m the same as as you, and remember that day vividly. Watched it happen live in the internet until the school cut the servers. Several kids in my school lost parents that day. The smoke traveled south and for two days the air here was heavy and you could smell something... weird. Once met a local girl who lost her father that day, on her 16th birthday. Never Forget.
Wow, thank goodness he went on break. I didn’t know anybody in the towers, but I was 15 when the planes hit and it seared my soul. I remember watching the people jumping and I felt like the whole world was crashing down around us.
I was seven, and I still remember vividly seeing the video of the jumpers and the planes hitting the buildings...and the buildings collapsing. All of the unity and American flags that were everywhere, the stories and phone calls of the last moments of the victims. The survivors guilt of many who were supposed to go to work, and by a miracle, they were delayed or like our friend who commented above, who's uncle stepped outside for a snack. All of the heroic and selfless First Responders who saved many, and who died in the attempt to save more. The people on the street who died from having falling people or debris fall on them. The dogs and many volunteers who looked for survivors. Everyone who got so sick from that awful dust and chemicals and smoke.
And yes, I remember seeing Donald Trump on the news, volunteering his money and people to help.
My Uncle watched them jump right before his eyes. He walked across the city in the dust cloud. His wife almost died when the tower collapsed as it blew their windows in their apartment in, she luckily had stepped far enough away from the window to help my Uncle dial my Mom on the phone just before the blast. All of his coworkers thought he was dead, they went down the stairwell of the tower and used him as their motivating spirit, “Lets go! Let’s do this for Bill! Bill will meet us again later!” He and his wife ended up in the refugee camp eating spaghetti and wonder bread and wearing donated clothes. It’s a wild story. He’s still alive today but has severe COPD and emphasima.
I was 33 and about to get married in October 2001. I will NEVER forget that day EVER! I was in Phila but my fiance was on a train that had just left WTC station a few minutes before second plane hit! Didn't get in touch w him until later that day. Friends witnessed jumpers, another friend had just been at bus stop in front of WTC, and another who worked on 11th floor went out for a smoke break and was saved because of it! Crazy crazy day! How anyone can forget is beyond me!
The sad truth is that the bulk of these agitators weren't even born or were very, very young that day. I was 18 years old and my Uncle worked in WTC Tower 2. 9/11 is permanently ingrained in my brain and left a permanent scar on my soul.
Thank you, my Uncle actually lived. He had left the building after a long morning of meetings and he wanted to buy some Altoids and get some fresh air (he had recently quit smoking and took up eating Altoids as a replacement). He was at his favorite bodega when the first plane hit. He worked for Morgan Stanley on the floors that were demolished by the second plane.
Glad to hear that, Pede. I’m the same as as you, and remember that day vividly. Watched it happen live in the internet until the school cut the servers. Several kids in my school lost parents that day. The smoke traveled south and for two days the air here was heavy and you could smell something... weird. Once met a local girl who lost her father that day, on her 16th birthday. Never Forget.
Wow, thank goodness he went on break. I didn’t know anybody in the towers, but I was 15 when the planes hit and it seared my soul. I remember watching the people jumping and I felt like the whole world was crashing down around us.
I was seven, and I still remember vividly seeing the video of the jumpers and the planes hitting the buildings...and the buildings collapsing. All of the unity and American flags that were everywhere, the stories and phone calls of the last moments of the victims. The survivors guilt of many who were supposed to go to work, and by a miracle, they were delayed or like our friend who commented above, who's uncle stepped outside for a snack. All of the heroic and selfless First Responders who saved many, and who died in the attempt to save more. The people on the street who died from having falling people or debris fall on them. The dogs and many volunteers who looked for survivors. Everyone who got so sick from that awful dust and chemicals and smoke.
And yes, I remember seeing Donald Trump on the news, volunteering his money and people to help.
Never Forget. Never EVER Forget.
My Uncle watched them jump right before his eyes. He walked across the city in the dust cloud. His wife almost died when the tower collapsed as it blew their windows in their apartment in, she luckily had stepped far enough away from the window to help my Uncle dial my Mom on the phone just before the blast. All of his coworkers thought he was dead, they went down the stairwell of the tower and used him as their motivating spirit, “Lets go! Let’s do this for Bill! Bill will meet us again later!” He and his wife ended up in the refugee camp eating spaghetti and wonder bread and wearing donated clothes. It’s a wild story. He’s still alive today but has severe COPD and emphasima.
I was 33 and about to get married in October 2001. I will NEVER forget that day EVER! I was in Phila but my fiance was on a train that had just left WTC station a few minutes before second plane hit! Didn't get in touch w him until later that day. Friends witnessed jumpers, another friend had just been at bus stop in front of WTC, and another who worked on 11th floor went out for a smoke break and was saved because of it! Crazy crazy day! How anyone can forget is beyond me!
Islam and SWAMP in our gov that ALLOWED it to happen!
SHITTERS FULL!!!
Cue 90's trailer voice dude:
"in a time, before soy was added to foods, all life had meaning. Brought to you by shitty Saudi pilots..."
How quickly they forget...
Wow that's Powerful!