Tuesday, September 11, 2018

We Will Never Forget


Carolyn Haley said...

I have been trying to find a poster of this image for years, but have only ever seen it as a magazine cover -- my copy now damaged from time. Where did you find it?

Sharyn Ekbergh said...

We won't forget. It is voting day here in NH.

Claire Bobrow said...

Forever altered. Forever saddened. We will never forget.

Julie Weathers said...

It was a Tuesday. I know because I was trying to hit deadline at the magazine, which was Tuesday at noon. I still had three or four races to write, though I already had interviews and stats.

My son Cody called. "Mom are you watching tv?"

"No, it's Tuesday. Still trying to hit deadline."

"Well go turn it on. The World Trade Center has been hit."

I turned it on just in time to see the second one go. I sat, dumbfounded, and then burst into tears.

We got the issue out that week, but I don't think anyone hit the noon deadline. Sometimes you have to put on your big girl panties and walk on, but I confess I just wanted to draw the drapes and cry myself to sleep.

We won't forget, nor should we.

Amy Johnson said...

Forever grateful to the cabdriver who drove my family from D.C. all the way to the hotel in Virginia where our vehicle was parked that morning. We were finishing a tour of the White House when we learned of the first plane. The Metro line we had taken into the city was no longer running. With two young children in tow, and knowing nobody in that city, I don't know what we would have done without the kindness of that cabdriver. Many acts of kindness by strangers happened that day.

DLM said...

Many of us are spending this day preparing for a more forseeable disaster, and I hope Donna and Colin and our Carolina Reiders will check in.

Further inland as I am, we are preparing for two feet or more of rain even where I live, and portions of Virginia were under evacuation order by 8:00 a.m. today, I think. There is kibble enough for Penelope and Gossamer the Editor Cat, and water for us all. Lots of books, candles, and funeral fans for the lady who has everything (including hot flashes, which may be the part of this scaring me the most right now). My mom, whose year has been bad enough, is somewhere between manic and something like excited, preparing; she will want me to cart The Poobahs over to her house, if things get truly bad. We've both got gas and less-perishable foods and non-electric can openers.

For those in the path of more than mere flooding, my prayers are with you all.

As they always have been for those who endured and those who died on this day. It always rings in my head - my friend walking home, across the Brooklyn Bridge, actually getting a *signal* ... and using it to call me. "Diane, you don't understand! There's no towers!" I never pretended I could understand. I just love her.

Everybody, be safe.

Craig F said...

Never forget because it changed the world, turned it upside down.

I was traveling back towards Tampa on a day that was preternaturally clear. Then I noticed that there were no planes in the air. I turned off the CD and tuned in the radio. Then I found a place to stop and sit, for a ling while.

Two days later, getting on the plane to LaGuardia, was definitely a childhood's end moment. Being at ground zero when bodies were still being recovered and ash still swirled was a type of horror I to not see again.

Melanie Sue Bowles said...

We will absolutely never forget. My husband and I earned our living as firefighters/medics in Sarasota, FL. On 9-11 President Bush was at an elementary school in our response area. Jim and I happened to be off duty, on vacation, near DC for our niece's wedding. As she and her new husband flew off for their honeymoon (just before the attack), I sat in front of the tv, sobbing, desperately trying to reach her. I learned they were safe. Still, I sat sobbing for our NYC firefighter brothers and sisters, law enforcement, and everyone who suffered.

As this monster storm moves in, even though I trust their instincts, we'll be calling the Proud Spirit herd to higher ground. The sanctuary is three hours from the coast, but we're just a stones throw from the Savannah River. The threat of heavy rain coupled with storm surge may impact a low lying portion of our land.

Stay safe, friends.

Craig F said...

About that storm: If any of you are contemplating running like hell to get away from it; do it now. Do not wait another minute, certainly not until the last minute, that endangers others.

I dare say that gas is already scarce and road are crowded. Both situations will get worse.

Trust me that the last place you want to be in a hurricane is sitting a car. It doesn't matter if you ran out of gas or have gas but can't move because others are out of gas, or because accidents happen. The worst thing to see in your rearview is a hurricane crawling up yours.

AJ Blythe said...

For me it was Wednesday the 12th. The planes hit in the middle of our Tuesday night. I got up early to go to the gym and while I was driving I heard the news report. It was a sunny, warm spring day but I was icy cold.

I hope all our Reiders in the south-eastern states are safe and sound. Thoughts and prayers with you.