23 years later... not forgotten.
🫡 🇺🇸 May God bless all the fallen and may they rest in peace.
Me over here thinking this was gonna be about James Earl Jones. Amazing how such seminal events just fade into the background of life.
When I visited the memorial in 2018, this voicemail was what struck a chord with me more than anything else...
I know there are many views on what may have happened that day, but hearing her voice break at the end was the moment I decided to drive from New York to Las Vegas to be with my boyfriend. Time with those you love is so incredibly precious.
~ Sunset Snuggles
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Not forgotten at all. It was quite a day, even here in London.
I'm lucky my father was late to work that day. I wouldn't be here if he wasn't.
Rest in peace to all the victims inside and outside the towers. Rest in peace to the first responders who had health complications from the toxic air in Ground Zero and passed on. Rest in peace to the brave firefighters who gave their lives to save others. My condolences to every affected family, every child who grew up without a mother or father. And apologies to the victims of racist hate crimes after 9/11.
One of the worst tragedies to take place on American soil.
Never forget 🇺🇸
A day that changed America forever, both in obvious ways and in some ways we are just learning about.
Walked along the water this morning in Brooklyn. Never forget.
25 years later... solemnly remembered with beautiful towers of light.
Remember it clearly! I recall exactly where I was. Seeing people jumping to their deaths...
Never forget!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For those of us old enough to remember that day. Never forget. Teach the younger generation too. Never forget. Godspeed to all the innocent souls lost on that tragic day.
I was driving to work listening to Howard Stern. When I heard them mention the first plane into WTC I thought it wasn't real. Only when they later mentioned the 2nd plane did I know it was true. It was such an ominous feeling.
Where were you?
@VibeSeeker 11th grade accounting class. The teacher got off the phone and broke the news
I was going to work to DC on the Metro train, which passed through the Pentagon station just before one of the planes crashed there. When I got to work, the office was in the conference room, watching the twin towers on the news.
I was walking to my office off of University Place. First plane flew right over me. Saw the second plane hit the tower from the street, and then watches in horror as both Towers came crashing down. Man ... I will never forget a tank positioned outside the Empire State Building.
Since it's about that time of the year, crazy to think the event as a whole is a quarter of a century now, my recollection of the very day.
I was 15 years old, a Sophomore of Brooklyn Tech High located in Downtown Brooklyn, just a mere 4 miles from the World Trade Center. It was Tuesday, and the weather was absolutely pristine. A steady 75F and not a single cloud in the sky, it was a good enough day to paint a picture of if it wasn't the harbinger of the things to come.
8:46 AM, 3rd Period, I was in biology class. The period was only 6 minutes in as the teacher was about to go on his lecture of adrenaline and how it impacts the human body. The neighboring teacher who was the primary 2nd language teacher for Freshmen and Sophomores rushed into the room and said that a plane hit one of the towers. We couldn't believe it, most of us including me thought he was full of it, then he suggested to come up to the roof to see he wasn't joking about it and that's what we did. My entire class and a few others were fortunate enough to get to the top of the school to see a sight that still burns into my mind to this day.
Smoke and fire was searing from what seemed to be above the 90th floor of the North Tower. Only subtle talk and small murmurs were to be heard as we were captivated and perhaps frightened from the sight of it all. It was only a matter of minutes until we ALL saw the 2nd plane just plow straight into the South Tower and, I tell you, EVERYONE including me went SILENT. Not another word was muttered, it was quiet enough to hear the screams and chaos across the East River into Manhattan. It was faint, but ironically enough, that lecture about adrenaline rings true as distant as the sounds were, in real time, it felt louder than it actually was from where we were standing.
We were probably frozen in time up until 10 AM when the South Tower finally buckled and imploded straight to the ground, blowing out a massive cloud of dust and debris in it's wake. At that point, mass panic and hysteria ensued and everyone started rushing right back into the safety of the interior of our 7 story school. Me and a few friends along with maybe 4 other classmates from different classes were crazy enough to stick around to watch the rest of the events unfold and that cloud of destruction was fast, rough and unforgiving as it was going deep enough to brush right towards the Brooklyn Bridge, at that point we've definitely seen enough and ran right back downstairs. Fortunately the dust and debris quickly dissipated the moment it passed through one of the suspension towers of the Brooklyn Bridge, sparing BK as a whole from the area of dust. The whole day was spent watching updates of the event in the various teachers facilities that had cable TV. It was one of those days that was chilling in real time and sorrowful looking back into it because so many lives were lost that day.
I reside in AZ and on 9/11/01 at about 8:30 a.m., I was 22 years old and getting ready for work in my apartment which I shared with a roommate. She suddenly screamed for me to hurry into our living room where she was watching it all unfold on TV. Like many, we initially thought a bomb had exploded in the WTC. We quickly found out what had actually occurred. The rest of the day and subsequent days were mostly blurred, floating through those days I a state of shock.
The attached pic is of Tempe Healing Fields at Tempe Beach Park in Tempe, AZ. Each year, hundreds of volunteers erect nearly 3000 flags to commemorate the victims lost in the brutal attacks. Each flag has the name of one of those victims. There is a ceremony where each and every victim's name is read aloud followed by a candle vigil. It is a beautiful and humbling tribute to one of the most tragic days in America's history.
@Velvet_Heart That is beautiful to see.
Never Forget is more than just two words, two towers, and four commercial airliners that would never again fly. For me, it was part of the catalyst that would then lead to a two decade career in the military. Never Forget 🇺🇸
Had a college class that AM, autocad. In the AM i drove there listening to CDs. Had no clue what had happened. Instructor waited until class was over to tell us all what had happened, everyone was shocked. No smartphones so everybody was scrambling to figure out what had happened.
That evening I had work (retail, hardware store) my department manager made a joke asking me what 'my people' were doing that morning (indian, look possibly arab, ambiguous). I just laughed and said 'yeah sure'. About an hour later he came to me and profusely apologized, i think he realized the gravity and didn't want to get fired or whatever for an HR complaint. I just shrugged it off telling him 'whatever dude, wasn't really funny but i'm not gonna go to HR or sue or anything'. I remember the uncertainty of what was going to happen next, if they did that who knows what is gonna come in the days ahead. Thankfully there wasn't another attack right after. One thing was certain though, the world had changed, forever.
