Sept 11, 2001 – Year Fourteen

Today is the Fourteenth Anniversary of that sunny Tuesday morning when the Towers fell. Driving through lower Manhattan this weekend we saw the Freedom Tower rising into the sky as the work continues on the site. From West Street much of the finish work is completed, on the Church Street side the work continues.

I can still remember the paper and debris flying through the air over a half mile away, the burnt pulverized concrete dust falling from the sky. The smell, which lingered for weeks afterwards. And the long walk home that the summer morning with the smoke plume rising in the sky.

From a couple of years ago:

Late in the morning of the Tuesday that changed everything, Lt. Heather “Lucky” Penney was on a runway at Andrews Air Force Base and ready to fly. She had her hand on the throttle of an F-16 and she had her orders: Bring down United Airlines Flight 93. The day’s fourth hijacked airliner seemed to be hurtling toward Washington. Penney, one of the first two combat pilots in the air that morning, was told to stop it.

The one thing she didn’t have as she roared into the crystalline sky was live ammunition. Or missiles. Or anything at all to throw at a hostile aircraft.

Except her own plane. So that was the plan.

Read the rest or hear it here.

And as an author to an Author I have to admire the plotting touch, where the three burly and brave guys who spearheaded the fight back in flight 93 were a born again man, a Jewish man, and a gay man. Can you imagine any group designed to give more heart burn to the enemies that brought down the towers and who tried to use flight 93 as a weapon?

Their lives were forfeit, but they died free men. They died heroes. More importantly, they died Americans.

Read the rest.

Never Forget.

WTC 09-11

Hat Tip to to Cap’n Bob (http://capnbob.us)

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Sept 11, 2001 – Year Thirteen

Today is the Thirteenth Anniversary of that sunny Tuesday morning when the Towers fell. While I am no longer working in the Financial District (I’m across the river these days) we still drive by the World Trade Center site most weekends in our travels.

I still remember the paper and debris flying through the air over a half mile away, not knowing if that debris would break our 20th floor office windows, watching as the cloud spread over the building and passed into the East River, the burnt pulverized concrete dust still falling from the sky later as we evacuated the building.

I remember the smell, which lingered for weeks afterwards. And I remember the long walk home that the summer morning with the smoke plume rising in the sky.

And I remember absent friends.

And as an author to an Author I have to admire the plotting touch, where the three burly and brave guys who spearheaded the fight back in flight 93 were a born again man, a Jewish man, and a gay man. Can you imagine any group designed to give more heart burn to the enemies that brought down the towers and who tried to use flight 93 as a weapon?

Their lives were forfeit, but they died free men. They died heroes. More importantly, they died Americans.

Read the rest.

Never Forget.

WTC 09-11

Hat Tip to to Cap’n Bob (http://capnbob.us)

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Every day has its test, and every time we fail to do what we know is right, we weaken our character and the character of this great country.” – Robert J. Modrzejewski, United States Marine Corps, Medal of Honor.

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Sept 11, 2001 – Year Eleven

Today is the Eleventh Anniversary of that sunny Tuesday morning when the Towers fell. Driving through lower Manhattan this weekend we saw the Freedom Tower rising into the sky as the finish work continues.

I can still remember the paper and debris flying through the air over a half mile away, the burnt pulverized concrete dust falling from the sky. The smell, which lingered for weeks afterwards. And the long walk home that the summer morning with the smoke plume rising in the sky.

From last year:

Late in the morning of the Tuesday that changed everything, Lt. Heather “Lucky” Penney was on a runway at Andrews Air Force Base and ready to fly. She had her hand on the throttle of an F-16 and she had her orders: Bring down United Airlines Flight 93. The day’s fourth hijacked airliner seemed to be hurtling toward Washington. Penney, one of the first two combat pilots in the air that morning, was told to stop it.

The one thing she didn’t have as she roared into the crystalline sky was live ammunition. Or missiles. Or anything at all to throw at a hostile aircraft.

Except her own plane. So that was the plan.

Read the rest or hear it here.

And as an author to an Author I have to admire the plotting touch, where the three burly and brave guys who spearheaded the fight back in flight 93 were a born again man, a Jewish man, and a gay man. Can you imagine any group designed to give more heart burn to the enemies that brought down the towers and who tried to use flight 93 as a weapon?

Their lives were forfeit, but they died free men. They died heroes. More importantly, they died Americans.

Read the rest.

Never Forget.

WTC 09-11

Hat Tip to to Cap’n Bob (http://capnbob.us)

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