OK, to try an get this back on target, hopefully not derail it more. I feel bad for the passengers of the other 3 flights....yeah, that's right, I don't even have to mention them because you know which ones they are. Everyone always talks about the passengers of flight 93, do we know that passengers of the other 3 flights didn't fight for survival? Did they even have the time? I just hate the fact that some are billed as heroes while we don't know about the heroes from the other flights. Sorry, just something that really irks me
joelamosobadiah wrote:It's something we definitely need to remember and make sure we don't forget about. Emotional day for sure and I will never, EVER forget the emotions I felt that day.
Watching the first tower fall was one of the worst feelings I've had as an adult. Knowing that there had to be a number of people trapped in there, knowing they died as I watched... Yeah. That's something I won't ever forget.
Yep, we had a moment of silence at work today (airport security) and it was really emotional. There are several that still work there that were there at the airport when the towers fell. Really emotional for them especially.
I understand some get their jollies by trying to stir pots, even non-existant ones, but one would think that this thread and the topic of this thread warrants enough respect to not be treated in that fashion.
Anyway, I remember seeing the second plane hit, and watching the towers fall. As much as it affected me, it didn't affect me nearly as much as it did the families of those who lost loved ones and friends. I wish them all strength on this day of rememberance, as while even I get choked up in memory of that day's events, I know it must pale in comparison to the emotions and feelings many other people are going through today. I will never forget.
I am the Reaper of Men, The Chaser of Souls, The Weaver of Nightmares, I am The Heart of Darkness. I now, and ever will be, The Purity of Evil.
Anybody who ever gets the chance to visit New York, try and visit ground zero. Amazingly powerful. One of my uncles is a FDNY Chief, and I remember thinking to myself, 'he's probably going to die today' -- thankfully he didn't, but he did work search and rescue hundreds and hundreds of hours. I can only imagine what it was like to actually be on the island that day. From where I lived, you could see the sky turning a sick black, hellish color; it was really almost apocalyptic. I remember being absolutely horrified, and hoping that what had happened was it, and that it wasn't just a piece of something more that was on the way. An awful day that I will never forget. There isn't a moment in my life where I have contacted my family more feverishly, and been so thankful to hear them each on the other end as they picked up.