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Post by thebigragu on Sept 10, 2016 22:52:34 GMT -5
Im going to put the memorial on the homepage fuck the Bengals jets schedule. Jetswin a scholar and a gentlemen. Im glad you made it too. That fucking sandwich was delicious. I ate everybody's pretty much Drunks
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Post by Paradis on Sept 10, 2016 23:02:04 GMT -5
thanks for sharing. I still remember the details of that day clearly. What a strange and disturbing wash of emotions. University shut down and we all just stood around in awe.
And this was north of the border nonetheless.
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Post by Harrier on Sept 11, 2016 0:25:46 GMT -5
It still rocks me to my core and shocks me every time I see footage from that day.
I went to the WTC in the first week of September 2000 almost a year to the week. We got pictures on the top and in the Windows on the world with some great people we met who worked there.
I will be payin my respects for the anthem today. United we stand.
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Post by jets.penguin on Sept 11, 2016 1:28:46 GMT -5
remember that day like it was yesterday.....I was standing in line at BK when the first plane hit. There was a cop in line behind me and we both heard the report on his radio at the same time "plan just hit the wtc" he turned the radio down and never thought twice about it. By the time I got to my office the second one hit and we all knew it wasnt an accident. I moved out of the area a few years later but went back with my wife to see the memorial and she took this picture of me there...notice the missing head...
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Post by Hotman on Sept 11, 2016 5:13:35 GMT -5
Wow... 15 years. Crazy. Remember it like it was yesterday. Was hungover as hell after a VERY late jam session and my mother called me and told me to wake up and turn on the TV. Then I watched the 2nd plane hit. For some reason I felt like everything was gonna be fine until they fell. Wasn't really registering. I remember thinking after the first tower fell, that's just gonna look so WEIRD, only one of the towers there... That lasted all of a few minutes... walking_home_crying-1328 Everyone COMPLETELY stopped everything they were doing that day, no matter where you were I'm sure. I was in ATL and everyone was in shock basically. Everybody huddled around and just staring at TVs in disbelief the entire day. That night I went to a bar and we had a SERIOUS jam session. Place was packed and it was a very heavy but defiant and proud atmosphere. Interesting to see how the "unity" has faded since then, and is completely gone now. Also, these fucking millenials have like ZERO frame of reference about 9/11. It kind of blows my mind. It's like Pearl Harbor to me or something I guess. Crazy. The gov has succeeded well in turning society into a bunch of mindless zombies. Irrelevant, but realized last night (because of the 15 years thing) Nirvana's Nevermind album came out 25 ago yesterday. It made me feel pretty old. Here's a picture of what I always thought of when I'd think of NYC.
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Post by Lithfan on Sept 11, 2016 7:54:00 GMT -5
I never know quite what to say in these threads. Thanks for posting JW. I was at a Sears store in Lansing Michigan that morning, conducting a training session. Session ended late morning and we found all of our customers huddled around the TV section as we began to learn of the attacks. I finally pulled myself away from the TV displays and began the long drive home to Chicago listening to the radio and looking to the sky, wondering and fearing what might make the news next. Awful day, awful memories. My heart goes out to all who lost friends and family that day.
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Post by LoneStarLady on Sept 11, 2016 8:51:00 GMT -5
Thanks, jetswin, for sharing your story again. People need to remember what happened that day, how awful it was, and how so many mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, and friends were taken from their families and friends. My thoughts are with all of them.
The morning of 9/11 I flew on a plane from Boston Logan to LaGuardia. There were weird winds or something because we flew over Manhattan and the twin towers, and our flight path didn't usually do that. We landed about 10 minutes before the first plane hit so we must have been right in front of it. By the time I got to our office, no one knew what happened. The reports were sketchy at first and the phone lines weren't working consistently. People were crying, some had brothers in FDNY and didn't know where they were. Some of my co-workers couldn't find me right away and so they thought I was on one of the flights that hit WTC. It was heart-wrenching and makes you realize how fragile life is.
God bless the victims of 9/11 and God bless America!
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Post by thebigragu on Sept 11, 2016 9:50:18 GMT -5
Some players not standing today for anthem in a planned protest. If a fucking Jet does it in this city he might get killed or a Bengal
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Post by southparkcpa on Sept 11, 2016 10:05:57 GMT -5
The sound was of an explosion of that there was no doubt, but a longer drawn out sound. I looked at my boss sitting to my left on the 26th floor of 1WTC and we both had the same expression, wtf was that, then the building started shaking violently back and forth. From my seat ( I was actually standing holding onto my desk so I didn’t fall over) it seemed as if I was looking at the ground in a perpendicular way or a right angle. Guys were falling out of their chairs. When the shaking stopped no one knew what had happened, someone yelled out, “was it an earthquake?” Then looking out the window on the north side of the building (opposite of the side struck) I saw streams of red, it looked like fireballs or rocket trails, I had no idea. As I was looking out I saw something that did not register in my memory until days later, someone was smoldering and heading straight down with a grimace, I can see that poor soul’s face right now as I write this, that’s when we got moving. We all raced for the emergency exits, I actually got hit in the head with a ceiling tile as I ran through the doorway out of the office, no damage just surprise. The descent down the stairs was orderly and seemed efficient. There was a strange smell in the air which days later I assumed to be jet fuel, nothing out of the ordinary until I reached the lower floors which were starting to accumulate water from the sprinklers on the stairwell. I’d put my hand on a door every floor to see if it was hot, it was not, I had no idea what was going on. As I exited on the upper mezz. level the building begin to shake violently again (the second plane was striking tower 2) and I just started running. I sprinted for a revolving door that a split second before I entered had something huge, part of the building or a plane I’m not sure, crash just outside. A step faster and I was gone, no doubt. I spun and ran the other way, to another door, I snuck my head out and looked up and it seemed ok. I ran to the pedestrian overpass over the Westside Hwy, there was a security man on the other side screaming, “Run! We’re under attack!” As I ran past him he said he wasn’t sure what had hit the buildings, it could have been a rocket. I ran through the Winter Garden and did not stop until I was outside near the river, then I turned and looked up. The sight was unbelievable and all I could think of were my friends at Cantor Fitz (where I lost one of my best friends and countless others with who I had once worked). When I realized people were jumping I decided to leave and not watch, I started walking up the Westside Hwy with two others from my office that somehow ended up in a similar location. I was able to finally make a call to my wife from a pay phone at this point as there was no cell service. We walked like zombies as we heard from people that planes had struck the building. We made it to Chelsea Piers and 2WTC came crashing down, it was a horrific sight as we all know, but one of the guys walking with me fell to the ground and started punching it, I did not realize at the time his brother worked in the building and he obviously thought the worse (thankfully he did get out). We made it to the parking garage around 34th street and our building came down. There were no words just head down walking to get away. In midtown I went into a bar to get water and any info available and ran into a guy from my desk who somehow had made it to the same spot through a completely different route. As we both live in Westchester we start walking north, along Third Ave. I was hit by bird crap on that walk and someone told me how lucky I was, and I had no argument considering where I had just come from. We did not stop until we were in the Bronx on Arthur Ave., where my brother in law picked us up. The day changed me profoundly then, I was depressed for a long time. I’ll never forget the day or my friends lost. I appreciate every day I have had since as the gift it is. Thanks for letting me vent this story, I do it every year and it makes me feel better and helps me keep the horror fresh in my mind. That is not a bad thing, because none of us should ever forget how hated we are whether it makes sense or not I feel troubled by the fact that I look forward to this post every year. Keeps us grounded. I worked in 1 WTC for 4 years and lost many co -workers. Thank you for posting. The daughters who never get to dance with their Dads on their wedding day, walk down the aisle with their dad. A pleasure I have had. Tears in my eyes. I saw a documentary where a dad continues to pay his daughters cell phone bill so he can call the number and hear her voice. Tears in my eyes.
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Post by HawkeyeJet on Sept 11, 2016 10:25:18 GMT -5
I'm not a New Yorker, or particularly emotional or patriotic.
But in my only ever visit to NYC, the first place I went was the memorial. It was staggering and moved me to near tears.
I was a senior in high school and remember not realizing how big of a deal it was until I saw how shaken all the teachers in our little High School in Iowa were.
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Post by Fishooked on Sept 11, 2016 10:35:12 GMT -5
I can never get that ghostly image out of my head of the 2nd plane hitting as we all watched it live at work. Never.
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Post by thebigragu on Sept 11, 2016 10:37:11 GMT -5
I can never get that ghostly image out of my head of the 2nd plane hitting as we all watched it live at work. Never. Thats mine too. I still remember that moment in slow motion and the collapse after just insane
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Post by Chesapeakejet on Sept 11, 2017 10:41:13 GMT -5
The sound was of an explosion of that there was no doubt, but a longer drawn out sound. I looked at my boss sitting to my left on the 26th floor of 1WTC and we both had the same expression, wtf was that, then the building started shaking violently back and forth. From my seat ( I was actually standing holding onto my desk so I didn’t fall over) it seemed as if I was looking at the ground in a perpendicular way or a right angle. Guys were falling out of their chairs. When the shaking stopped no one knew what had happened, someone yelled out, “was it an earthquake?” Then looking out the window on the north side of the building (opposite of the side struck) I saw streams of red, it looked like fireballs or rocket trails, I had no idea. As I was looking out I saw something that did not register in my memory until days later, someone was smoldering and heading straight down with a grimace, I can see that poor soul’s face right now as I write this, that’s when we got moving. We all raced for the emergency exits, I actually got hit in the head with a ceiling tile as I ran through the doorway out of the office, no damage just surprise. The descent down the stairs was orderly and seemed efficient. There was a strange smell in the air which days later I assumed to be jet fuel, nothing out of the ordinary until I reached the lower floors which were starting to accumulate water from the sprinklers on the stairwell. I’d put my hand on a door every floor to see if it was hot, it was not, I had no idea what was going on. As I exited on the upper mezz. level the building begin to shake violently again (the second plane was striking tower 2) and I just started running. I sprinted for a revolving door that a split second before I entered had something huge, part of the building or a plane I’m not sure, crash just outside. A step faster and I was gone, no doubt. I spun and ran the other way, to another door, I snuck my head out and looked up and it seemed ok. I ran to the pedestrian overpass over the Westside Hwy, there was a security man on the other side screaming, “Run! We’re under attack!” As I ran past him he said he wasn’t sure what had hit the buildings, it could have been a rocket. I ran through the Winter Garden and did not stop until I was outside near the river, then I turned and looked up. The sight was unbelievable and all I could think of were my friends at Cantor Fitz (where I lost one of my best friends and countless others with who I had once worked). When I realized people were jumping I decided to leave and not watch, I started walking up the Westside Hwy with two others from my office that somehow ended up in a similar location. I was able to finally make a call to my wife from a pay phone at this point as there was no cell service. We walked like zombies as we heard from people that planes had struck the building. We made it to Chelsea Piers and 2WTC came crashing down, it was a horrific sight as we all know, but one of the guys walking with me fell to the ground and started punching it, I did not realize at the time his brother worked in the building and he obviously thought the worse (thankfully he did get out). We made it to the parking garage around 34th street and our building came down. There were no words just head down walking to get away. In midtown I went into a bar to get water and any info available and ran into a guy from my desk who somehow had made it to the same spot through a completely different route. As we both live in Westchester we start walking north, along Third Ave. I was hit by bird crap on that walk and someone told me how lucky I was, and I had no argument considering where I had just come from. We did not stop until we were in the Bronx on Arthur Ave., where my brother in law picked us up. The day changed me profoundly then, I was depressed for a long time. I’ll never forget the day or my friends lost. I appreciate every day I have had since as the gift it is. Thanks for letting me vent this story, I do it every year and it makes me feel better and helps me keep the horror fresh in my mind. That is not a bad thing, because none of us should ever forget how hated we are whether it makes sense or not Bump. :-(
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Post by 2milehighJet on Sept 11, 2017 10:59:30 GMT -5
This story by JW gets me every year even way back to JI days.
Never forget.
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Post by Harrier on Sept 11, 2017 11:10:38 GMT -5
Another year, same feelings. Never forget.
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