It was a rather normal middle of the week.A Rather nice day.Blue skies and Mr.Sunshine out and about doing what he does.Spreading his sunny smile an indication of a good omen.I was watching CNBC and how Wall Street and the ticker would act.I was at my desk and computer.But all of a sudden the TV took a turn.It acted up.I saw something that was not right.Very not right.As if maybe some kind of joke was being played. A Plane from out of nowhere was seen heading straight into one of the World Trade center towers.I may be wrong but don't think there was a cloud in the sky.No way that Mother Nature was misbehaving.But something was very unnatural.Surreal.Spooky and shocking.A jetliner was seen as clear as day heading straight for one of the World Trade Towers as if a toy being guided by some model airplane aficionado in some dream.Or some disaster movie, come to life.Unbelievable.Never anything like this seen on the Boob tube. It was surreal.These passenger planes veering into the Towers at the start of normal,rather nice { weather-wise } day making for a nightmare.Just like that. No magic trick,but For Real.An honest to goodness Live Terrorist attack in the Biggest and most popular City in the world.To start the day, A Nightmare was developing.A gruesome and hellish nightmare awaited anyone glued to their Boob Tube.That wasn't even the half of it.Because Camera crews and bypassers weren't able to capture what was taking place On the Ground.It was as shocking as it gets.We learned later as pics and video of the conditions on the ground left anyone watching numbed. Beyond disbelief.Like a Nightmare come to life. That was the morning of September 11,2001.A rather normal and sunny start to a normal day in the Biggest and most Popular city in the World. Left in shatters.Torn asunder.Leaving americans stunned and in disbelief. How ... ? ... Why ... ? ... What just happened.Did it happen.Do I need to pinch myself and wake up from this nightmare as seen only from one camera angle being played back again and again.As if Maybe it will go away. It only got worse.That 11th day of September,2001. A New Day of Infamy.
i am not old nor wise as you, do you believe the official story? if not what forces were in cahoots to cause this nightmare
before then Americans were taught not to fight back in those situations, because you have a higher chance of surviving. do you think the saying 'don't be a hero' is still a legitimate choice?
https://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/loc...11-Attacks-on-18th-Anniversary-560066401.html He was Bin Laden's right-hand man.
Every day in the US is another 911. Nearly 1.25 million people die in road crashes each year, on average 3,287 deaths a day. An additional 20-50 million are injured or disabled. More than half of all road traffic deaths occur among young adults ages 15-44. https://www.asirt.org/safe-travel/road-safety-facts/ 3287 deaths and another 70,000 - 160,000 injured or disabled, each day .
Remembering... It was a beautiful Tuesday morning as I sped down I-40, headed from the manufacturing hub of the large textile company I worked for in Rocky Mount, NC, to another of our plants in Haw River, to shut down their server and bring it, and some other equipment back to my office in Raleigh for imaging and safe storage. It was not a trip I was looking forward to. The company had been forced into bankruptcy and needed to close the Haw River plant due to the collapse of the textile industry after NAFTA, and to try to save the one remaining facility. The people who worked there were my friends, and many had worked there for decades, their whole lives. I had worked for the company since 1996, finally rising to become Director of I.T., and ultimately the last remaining I.T. staff. I was in my 1983 Camaro Z-28. I had just two days earlier finished swapping out the whimpy original 305 for a brand new 350 crate engine, and it was driving like a brand new beast. I shifted the gears and tried to resist the urge to open up the new engine before it was properly broken in. I discovered the radio wasn't working for some reason this morning as I left the house, but no time to troubleshoot... I had a busy day planned. Besides, the growl of that new 350 was what I really wanted to listen to. The time was approximately 8:30am, and I was taking the off-ramp to the plant. When I got to the plant, an old building that had been there since the early 1900s, there was a long walk from the parking area to the offices, through the eerily quiet textile machines, and a long dark elevated tunnel that led from one building to the other, over a railroad track. Remembering how that tunnel shook when a train passed underneath, which I learned at the top of a ladder when installing a strand of coax networking cable through there three years prior, I quickened my pace. When I arrived at the offices, people who were supposed to be emptying filing cabinets into boxes and the other grim tasks associated with shutting down nearly 100 years of manufacturing in those buildings and saying tearful goodbye's to people who were like family to them, were all silent and listening to a radio that was saying another plane had just hit the second tower. Our country was under attack. We were all stunned. This grim day... a day that nobody thought could get any worse... any more emotional... this wretched day had just taken a horrible, terrible turn. While 9/11, and the emotional plant closing was commencing, I still had to image 8 workstations to the server, and then shut the server down and carry it, along with a UPS and several other components I wanted to save back through the tunnel, and downstairs to my car. Then drive them back to Raleigh. The CEO of the company had secured 9 individual investors to buy the remaining business out of bankruptcy, and the deal was almost done on the morning of 9/11. This would have saved the Rocky Mount facility and most of its 600 workers to try to continue as a smaller, leaner operation. On 9/12, 4 of the 9 investors backed out of the deal, and they shut the doors just in time for Christmas. It was a horrible day... one I will never forget.
