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To my American friends here....

Thinking of you all tomorrow on the Anniversary of 9/11

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Or, indeed, Tuesday. Both, why not.

Yep my mistake... It's the opposite of how we write It... that's the cause...

Regardless, the sentiment Is exactly the same.

Why not. November too.

Confusing things, calendars, they ought to have been decimalized like the money was.

Thread trashed.... I'm out of here.... no bickering.

Which by the way Is In the main my fault....still It was a nice sentiment.

Note to self.... do not write threads Involving dates and figures when extremely tired.....

Thanks for the thought oscar. I got the intent.:-6

I kept looking at the date on my computer, thinking... "but it's only the 8th, isn't it?" LOL

Thanks Oscar, that was nice of you. I had actually forgotten it was coming up.

Thank you so much Julie. That means a lot to me, and I appreciate all of your thoughts.

Just ignore the assholes!!!!

Thank you oscar. Shocking bloody awful day. Afterwards, the silence was deafening. A friend left Manhattan by way of the Brooklyn Bridge. I saw that exodus on tv. She said all you heard was the sound of feet marching. Of those thousands who crossed the bridge she said no one spoke.

In a New York classroom one year after 9-11, students composed the following 9-11 poem. A relative of the teacher had perished on that tragic day in Tower One of the World Trade Center. The victim left behind a 3-year-old.



List of “Don’t Forgets” and “Remembers”

We were eight.

Before September 11th, we would wake up with a list of “Don’t Forgets”

Don’t forget to wash your face

Don’t forget to brush your teeth

Don’t forget to do your homework

Don’t forget to wear your jacket

Don’t forget to clean your room

Don’t forget to take a bath





After September 11th, we wake up with a list of “Remembers”

Remember to greet the sun each morning

Remember to enjoy every meal

Remember to thank your parents for their hard work

Remember to honor those who keep you safe

Remember to value each person you meet

Remember to respect other’s beliefs

Now we are nine.



One month following the attack of 9-11, eleven year old Aaron Walsh wrote the following poem in his school notebook, trying to make sense of this horrible thing that had happened:



I Hold in My Hands

~ Aaron Walsh, 2001

I hold in my hands ...

The dust.

The dust and wreckage of the towers.

Even though I wasn't there,

I can still feel it.

It has damaged my hands with dirt.

It has damaged my heart with sorrow.

It has damaged my body with fear,

and it has damaged my life with war.

I hold in my hands ...

My life.

My life could soon be filled with war,

cruelty at its worst.

Miles away, I can hear the planes' roaring engines, gliding through the air.

I hold in my hands ...

My future.

My life ahead.

Whether it will be filled with war or peace, we will not know.

My future keeps me going from dawn to dusk.

I hold in my hands ...

Hope.

Hope for the future.

Hope for peace.

Hope for my country's freedom.

And hope for America to win this war on terrorism.



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AFTR... that was quite lovely... Thanks for sharing.

I know many here were so affected by 9/11.... let's continue the thread In a positive way of rememberance....

oscar;1403720 wrote: To my American friends here....

Thinking of you all tomorrow on the Anniversary of 9/11

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I understood Oscar....and thank you.

It is only the 8, September here but many are remembering...

Tonight on the TV they are airing videos and reenacted versions of the horror of 9/11.

I only watched a little cuz it flooded me with emotions; too many to handle.

Honor of people like Frank Pavlov, and many others, who within the crumbling tower guided 70 people to safety only to return to save more and in doing so lost his own life; Bravery of the men and women who fought back on the airlines to try to stop the terrorists; Pride in seeing that the human race can bond together and be ‘human.’

The fear of those traveling down the endless stair wells to try to reach safety only to find death outside the door. The anguish of losing someone you loved ¦.I remember people were posting photos up of loved ones days after that they could not find in hopes that someone may be able to tell them ¦..something. How empty is that.

It made me thankful for the firefighters and medical teams of medics, nurses and doctors who pulled together and stayed calm in the crisis and saved lives; even the unsung heroes, the canine who sought out and rescued many.

It mad me angry, it mad me sad, it made me teary eyed and feel very frail and yet it gave me some hope for mankind in pulling together as one¦then I felt disappointed that it would take a terrorist act to reveal this.

Just my thoughts.

I saw the other post about could the fire burn down WTC and thought what the ****! Two planes crashed into the buildings and some people want to argue over the steel in the building...what about the lives lost? I mean how often does a jet liner fly into a towering building..how cold can we be? And don't give me that if the steel was better designed this would not have happen.

sorry getting off topic

like I said, a lot of emotions.

Lady J

"some" people want to argue? Engineers and architects want to argue. It is their job to know.

I pretty much avoid all the media gushing.

I just can't stand all the talking heads babbling about it.

Yeah, I don't need to see the video of the plane flying into the building again, that's seared into my memory already.

What a tragic day for my country.

It was so eerie not to see a plane in the sky for days. The sky was silent for a week.

My Irish family were visiting us and had taken a trip to South Carolina. They had to rent a car and drive home to us. They had never driven in America, and it was a tough road for them. We offered to drive south to collect them, but they were brave and drove themselves.

I still have nightmares about that day.

I was at home that day and I was putting my make up on with the TV on a morning news channel. Suddenly the Item switched to the Image to the first tower after the first plane struck. For what seemed like an eternity , there was no sound and no newsreader talking. I called Peter from the bathroom and he walked In just as the second plane hit. WE were sitting there asking each other 'Is that a film they're showing'? It just didn't make sense that It was real...

The after effects of that day don't end... Firefighters and police officers along with many survivors are now dying from Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Fibrosis.

I'm glad I got to visit Ground Zero.. It was so peaceful after such devastation and It had a deep lasting effect on the way I view some things In this world now.