Anyone still have 9\11 fever?

[UnderTheMistletoe]

Double posted accidentally.

 

[UnderTheMistletoe]

No, not here. We live right outside DC and pass by everything fairly regularly. I still find that I look at the Pentagon with tears in my eyes when we go by, too. I was still in highschool during 9/11 and we had one girl who lost her mother and aunt in NYC, and her father in DC. For me, the world has never been as innocent (like it ever was) before 9/11. There's a lot things I carry with me bacuase of it. DH just recently got out of the military, too, so that was a constant reminder.

We were in Georgetown, DC, on Saturday and there was a fire. About 8 fire engines reported to the scene. I turned to DH and said, "How many of them do you think reported to the Pentagon on 9/11?"

For me, 9/11 changed my entire perspective. I always wanted a high power political or medical career. If we had kids, we had them, no big deal. After 9/11, I found that what I wanted was a family and to be a mother. It had profound effects on me emotionally and the way I decided that I wanted to live me life: A total re-evaluation of what was important to me and 180 degree turn from what I thought I wanted.

 

[UnderTheMistletoe]

I keep my eyes on planes the entire time they fly over me, terrified that something will happen to them. I remember driving home that morning before the flights were officially grounded. I can never forget.

I find this still botehrs me... especially watching those planes come in so low to get into National.

During 9/11, we lived right just under the (old) Philadelphia International holding patterns. Of course, on 9/11, all the planes were grounded. At about 8:00pm a load aircraft noise went scooting overhead. It was loud enough that the house shook. Everyone in our neighborhood was out in their driveways looking up...for whatever it was that wasn't supposed to be up there. I called now DH, who was at a military academy, and he said it was the fighter jets running TAPS up and down the eastern seaboard. I think it was then that I fully grasped no one would ever be quite the same as they'd been when they woke up that morning.

 

[Arielle22]

I live in SE MA. When the fighter jets get called from the Cape to Logan they fly right over my house. A couple of times since 9/11 they have come by and it stills sends shivers down my spine.

However life goes on and a new normal starts to take hold. When I walk into an airport and see a police officer with an assault rifle it doesn't phase me anymore.

I agree with the other posters that say each generation has a defining moment. I remember exactly where I was when the Pope was shot, Reagan was shot and when the Challenger went down.

Like I said, it is a new normal.

 

[KarenAylwood]

You can't tell who forgets and who doesn't. I think we'll all remember- I agree with the poster who said that there's a difference between going on with your daily life and apathy. You can't live your life in the past.

My heart skips a beat when I see 9:11 too, or when I see a view of NYC in a movie or on TV pre or post 9/11.

There's a flag on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel with all the names of those who died in 9/11 on it. DBF and I stopped and read it, and took a picture of his uncle's name while others passed by without a glance.

It was harsh, raw reality to see his name in writing for the first time. At his brother's wedding this past weekend it was on the wedding program under "those we want to remember." Seeing his aunt's face when she read it for the first time was heartbreaking.

People don't forget- they go on with their lives because it's what they have to do.

 

[mrFDNY]

Hi all,
Trust me i have not forgotten!!There has to be a median somewhere,somehow a way to remember and never forget but not over do it too much.I have lost alot of great friends on that day at the world trade center attack,some my brothers and co workers in the FDNY and others employed in the trade center.This one event taught me how to live for now!Enjoy life and do good.Some of my guys that did live well changed and not for the better either,some of my guys became too bitter and thoughts of the trade center still haunt thier nightmares.Some change for the worst withdrawn from society and life all together.You must remember but not to the point that it makes you a worst person,this one event must be looked at and make you a better person,live for today and remember all that we went thru as a nation,but do it for the better.Some of my guys were not so lucky and did not know how to do it.Daniel stewart (FDNY) age 27, 9 months after these attacks and after a depressing night at ground zero digging for our missing heros and mothers and sons/husbands etc went home wrote a tragic letter of how much he saw at ground zero and how his night mares would not go away.How much this event changed him for the worst and he did not want it anymore,he put a shot gun barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger ending his short life and once again the FDNY had another funeral to plan,His suicide would be the first but not the last linking sept 11 together.

You must remember but not remember to the point where it changes you for the worst!Each day i show up at the fire house there are a hundred things in the fire house to make us remember and never forget.Sometimes i look back as some of the friends i lost and its true i cry,memories of them are great.They gave thier lives so you might live,I knew alot of these guys just knowing that they did this would make them proud.I know they are looking down at us form heaven with huge smiles.Live each day to the fullest,live for today and have fun!!!!Be the better person,funny thing is after this event me and dw did not ever get into one single argument,it just seems too dumb now and life is too short to be pissed off all the time. enjoy life put behind you all the petty b.s.
Warning these links can be sad,but there are some really good one too about the sept 11.Have a great day all.
america attacked THe blood of hero's

 

[monarchsfan16]

I definitely haven't forgotten
My dad's aunt was on the first plane to hit the WTC. I don't remember her well; I last saw her 10 or 11 years ago. So when I was 8 or 9. But the magnitude of what happened to my family, the impact it had, will be with me always.
I was a freshman in high school that day. Sitting in biology class. Anytime I passed the gym teacher who ran in, white as a ghost, crying to tell my bio teacher the news, in the remaining time I had in that school, I remembered
Anytime the national anthem is played, I remember
My heart skips a beat when the clock reads 9:11, or when the towers appear in a movie. All these years I'd thought the scene in Home Alone 2 where Kevin is standing on top of a tower was filmed on the Empire state building. Imagine my reaction this year when I looked closer and realized it was the WTC
Whenever I hear a plane I look skyward. I'll never forget the lack of commercial jets in the air that day as we played ultimate frisbee in gym class out on the field. Our school was in the flight path of Manchester airport. The sky was perfect blue, but there were no commercial planes. Anytime I see a fighter jet it brings me immediately back to that field, watching the fighter jets and military copters circling overhead.
A perfect weather day brings me back
Perhaps I'm still making too big a deal out of 9/11, but it's a day that affected me in indescribable ways, a day I'll never forget

 

[Bunchkin]

I will never forget. I can remember almost everything that I did that day. And how I felt.
I remember how the day started, making the bed and rushing to get DD to pre-school on time, having the Today show on, turning quickly to see what they were talking about, dropping to the bed in shock and fear, and crying. I'm still crying.

 

[Kitty 34]

I don't think a day barely goes by that something somewhere doesn't remind me of that horrible day.

 

[RickinNYC]

Living in NYC, I can't and won't forget. Too many people were lost that day. Too much was stolen from us.

Just the other day, when Joe and I painted our apartment, we sat back to appreciate the hard work. The paint has finally dry in the kitchen. Joe quietly said, "It's a really beautiful color. It looks just like 9/11 blue."

The skies were absolutely breathtakingly blue that day, not a cloud in the sky. Seeing our kitchen, Joe was right, and it reminded me of that day. Strangely enough, it didn't depress me. I started thinking of my friends and the good times we had over the years before that day and I couldn't help but smile.

Joe and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen, drinking coffee, eating snacks and laughing about the trouble my buddies always got me/us into. I love the color of our kitchen, it's the most perfect shade of blue.