18 years? Thats incredible, it does not feel that lt was that long ago.
I still remember exactly where i was and what i was doing, down to the tiniest of details.
And the following days and weeks, even months of the surreal sense of shock. For everyone
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Remembering the loved ones we lost 18 years ago today and those who continue to protect and serve. Never forget!
This day always feels like a kick in the nuts every year. It's been interesting as an educator to see the difference between students over the years. My son's school is doing a freedom walk and is having all students wear red, white and blue. The building I work at nothing was/is done, not even an acknowledgement on the morning announcements and it breaks my heart. I always put some artwork up for the students or spend a few minutes 9n it because I think it's important. Here's the picture I put up today for the students:
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Wow. It's amazing how the little things that are normally so inconsequential, every once in a while, become so critically important.My Dad was in Texas that day thankfully, as at the time he often worked in tower 2. I still have his swipe badge for WTC. I was in college and watched it unfold live in the student union at Towson University. Still remember walking to class before the towers fell and before most students knew what had happened, thinking the world will never be the same. And it hasn't been.
This day always feels like a kick in the nuts every year. It's been interesting as an educator to see the difference between students over the years. My son's school is doing a freedom walk and is having all students wear red, white and blue. The building I work at nothing was/is done, not even an acknowledgement on the morning announcements and it breaks my heart. I always put some artwork up for the students or spend a few minutes 9n it because I think it's important. Here's the picture I put up today for the students:
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And if it hadn't been for the heroics on Flight 93, it might have been much, much worse.
I'm in my 40s, and remember my teachers in school telling me they remember exactly where they were and what they were doing when JFK was assassinated, as well as my grandparents telling me the same about Pearl Harbor, and how as a kid thinking why would you remember those details, I was just reflecting on those thoughts earlier today..... now I understand that part of it. The rest still doesn't make sense.I remember where I was and how I felt when JFK was assassinated, and 9/11 the same way. Two years in 'Nam and the deaths of close family members never left me with that same sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I worked at the time across the highway from the Pentagon, so heard the crash directly -- we were already watching the scene from NYC, having seen the second plane hit, live. I also heard two secondary explosions about ten minutes later, which I've never seen explained.
The plane that hit the Pentagon went right underneath my wife's brother in D ring. He survived by about 8 feet. After they got all the survivors out of the strike area, he walked to our house, about two miles away, where he set up a mini-command post for his Pentagon office. Everything, especially transportation, was pretty much shut down -- he couldn't get to his home in Maryland until late the next day.
And if it hadn't been for the heroics on Flight 93, it might have been much, much worse.
Eighteen years later, and we're still fucking around in the middle east. The bro-in-law mentioned above retired from the Army, and still works in the US Institute for Peace, dealing with that area every working day.
As a nation, it's been pretty obvious since Vietnam that we don't learn well, if at all.
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