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Philosophical       September 11 2001 9-11-2008 05:51 AM,_2001_attacks
The September 11 attacks (often referred to as 9/11) were a series of coordinated suicide attacks by al-Qaeda upon the United States on September 11, 2001. On that morning, terrorists affiliated with al-Qaeda hijacked four commercial passenger jet airliners.[1][2] The hijackers intentionally crashed two of the airliners into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City, killing everyone on board and many others working in the building, causing both buildings to collapse within two hours, destroying at least two nearby buildings and damaging others. The hijackers crashed a third airliner into the Pentagon. The fourth plane crashed into a field near Shanksville in rural Somerset County, Pennsylvania, after passengers and members of the flight crew on the fourth aircraft attempted to retake control of their plane, which was heading for Washington, D.C. There are no known survivors from any of the flights.

Excluding the 19 hijackers, 2,974 people died in the attacks. Another 24 are missing and presumed dead. The overwhelming majority of casualties were civilians, including nationals of over 90 different countries. In addition, the death of at least one person from lung disease was ruled by a medical examiner to be a result of exposure to dust from the World Trade Center's collapse, as rescue and recovery workers were exposed to airborne contaminants following the buildings' collapse.

The United States responded to the attacks by declaring a War on Terrorism, launching an invasion of Afghanistan to depose the Taliban, who had harbored al-Qaeda terrorists, and enacting the USA PATRIOT Act. Many other nations also strengthened their anti-terrorism legislation and expanded law enforcement powers. Stock exchanges closed for almost a week, and posted enormous losses upon reopening, especially in the airline and insurance industries. The economy of Lower Manhattan ground to a halt, as billions of dollars in office space was damaged or destroyed.

The damage to the Pentagon was cleared and repaired within a year, and a small memorial was built on the site. Rebuilding the World Trade Center site has proven more difficult, with controversy over possible designs as well as the pace of construction. Construction delays, revised cost estimates, security concerns, and public criticism have all lead to significant changes and delays to the final plans in rebuilding the complex.


Lisa Itts 9-11-2008 09:44 AM

Please take a moment to say a prayer or bring a peaceful thought while you look at this candle. Putting that good energy into the world helps more than you may think.
Acorn       Never Forget 9-11-2008 10:12 AM
Never Forget!
BassChick       peace 9-11-2008 11:40 AM
JAL       New Yorks worst day in history 9-11-2008 1:49 PM
New York's worst day in history...
Wanderer       those images will stay with us forever 9-11-2008 3:25 PM
indeed. those images will stay with us forever.

and also, one of the worst days in the history of other nations - this was after all, the disaster that was the World Trade Centre.

KROCK       911 9-11-2008 4:18 PM
Loren Wallace       never forget 9-11-2008 7:43 PM
And never forget, Washington D.C.'s worst day and Pennsylvania's worst day, too.

bluebird       God Bless America 9-11-2008 8:11 PM
God Bless America !
LEGEND       Three times I was in the Twin Towers 9-11-2008 10:45 PM
I can remember having my breakfast then having my coffee watching TV.
My wife called me from work that a plane hit one of the towers.
I changed the channel to the news and sure enough one of the towers was on fire.
My first reaction was it must have been a small plane that flew into it.

Then like in a movie another plane out of the blue came into the frame of the picture
and flew into the other tower,
It was like I was dreaming.

Then one tower fell and you new the other would come down also.
Sure enough the 2nd tower came down.

It was horrible, I felt numb.
Continued to watch the TV, people calling to see if I was OK by phone and internet
Cause I do most of my work in Manhattan. fortunately not on 9/11/2001.

I remember going outside and everything was quiet.
My next door neighbor was outside and we both were just numb by what we saw.

I had stock that was scheduled to be picked up and had to travel on Hempstead turnpike to get it.
Heading east was no traffic
Heading west towards the city was wall to wall traffic.
Every few minutes Fire Engines, police cars came speeding by heading into NYC.

By the time I arrived at the printers to pick up my materials they were close due to the tragedy
As most places were by now, 11:30 - 12 noon.

Three times I was in the Twin Towers
Once for pleasure and twice for business.

The next year or two when I would go into Manhattan
Every time I would look up at the buildings all I saw was planes flying into them.

I'm still conscious of that horrible day every time I head into NYC.

Einstein       9 11 2001 NOW 9 11 2009 9-11-2009 06:07 AM
9 11 2001 NOW 9 11 2009

bush411       In Honor of those whoe died 9-11-2009 07:04 AM
In Honor of those whoe died, and in Memory of This Day 8-Years Ago (9-11-2001,) I can not think of anything more appropriate, especially on Tori's Official Web-Site, than to provide a Link of My Interpretation of her Song, which dealt with this tragedy - Written and Sung By Tori Amos, entitled 'I Can't See New York." See Link Below: - I Can't See New York


Great Post " LEGEND " I found your story to be very moving. Thanks for sharing!
1750News       God Bless the victims and their families 9-11-2009 10:26 AM
Edited by The Moderator

I worked across the street from Ground Zero. It wasn't my time to go that day. I saw it all with my own eyes and still can't believe it really happened. My God, imagine if the buildings fell sideways instead of straight down? Those a-holes wanted to take out the whole city, our whole economy, our government and our way of life.

For 3 months after I watched out my office window them haul the wreckage to SI and NJ. Heartbreaking. For weeks I smelled dead bodies and burning flesh and the stench is what remains with me. I thought the world was coming to an end. I found out what pure evil was that day and will never forget. Being home in the suburbs and seeing fighter planes patrol the metro area was surreal.

My office building was the first in lower Manhattan below Canal to re-open after 9/11. We had soldiers patrolling the cafeteria and floors. Grief counselors and therapy. To this day, I freak out when a plane flies low. It was the worst day of my life.

NEVER FORGET. God Bless the victims and their families.
Cartoon       I will never forget 9-11-2009 11:10 AM
I will never forget the emotions and sights of that terrible day.
Minyanville       My 9 11 a personal account 9-11-2009 12:32 PM
Posted Sep 11 2009,
by Minyanville

“Crippled but free. I was blind by the time I was learning to see.” --Grateful Dead

It was a beautiful, crisp September morning as I looked up from my Wall Street Journal to watch the sunrise over the East River. It was a peaceful moment, a pause to reflect on the beauty of the landscape and my place in life.

That was the first thing I remember about 9/11, how sharp the horizon was as dawn illuminated lower Manhattan.

I was president of a $400 million hedge fund and while bearish on the macro landscape, we were positioned for a counter-trend rally heading into that fateful day. As my driver navigated the FDR and I soaked in the scene, none of it mattered for a few, short seconds.

As we settled into our turrets and downed our second cup of coffee, Nokia (NOK) pre-announced a negative quarter and the stock shot 5% higher.

The first boom shook our office walls. I scanned my trading desk and asked my team, “What the hell was that?”

One of our analysts yelled “The World Trade Center’s on fire!” as we turned to see flames raging and black smoke billowing into the clear blue sky.

At 40 Fulton Street, we were a few short blocks away from the towers and on the 24th floor, had a bird’s eye view.

The mainstream media had yet to pick up the story, adding to the confusion we felt as we watched it unfold in real-time.

I turned to write on (TSCM), posting commentary at 8:47 AM. “A bomb has exploded in the WTC, may God have mercy on those innocent souls.”

The S&P and NASDAQ traded wildly. We made some sales but when it was reported that a small commuter plane crashed, we scooped back our inventory back and then some.

All of this occurred in a matter of minutes, if that.

I’ve since learned that the reason we couldn’t look away from the towers was that our mind had no way to process the information.

No matter how hard we tried to mentally digest what our eyes were seeing, there was nowhere to “file” images of human beings holding hands and jumping from atop the World Trade Center.

It’s an image I can’t shake to this day, bodies falling through a maze of confetti; it’s a sight I wish I never saw.

We huddled by our window with our mouths gaped open as somebody repeated “Oh my God!” over and over again. The second plane circled the tower and entered it from behind. In slow motion, the KA-BOOM again shook our office as the fireball exploded directly towards us.

I thought to myself “This is how I’m going to die” as we gathered our staff and ushered them towards the stairwell.

I stopped at my turret and quickly wrote “I’m evacuating our building…” and sent it to my editors, unsure if they would ever receive it.

The Duck and Cover

Our staff left the building and ran towards the South Street Seaport. I remember thinking that we could dive in the East River and take our chances there.

We overheard someone say that the Pentagon was attacked. The Pentagon? Weren’t missiles supposed to shoot down anything that threatened that air space?

The Verizon switching center was damaged and we had no cell phones or Blackberries; no voice of reason to assuage our fears. We were, for all intents and purposes, cut off from the world.

I thought of friends that worked in the towers and resisted the urge to run to ground zero to find them. I was riddled with anxiety but tried to put on a brave face to calm my shaken staff. See Bill Meehan's tribute to his father, "A Time To Reflect and Celebrate."

The crumbling began with a whisper and grew to a growl as the first tower imploded.

We were on an island unto ourselves in terms of location and communication and naturally assumed that another wave of attacks had begun. Everyone scrambled as hysteria broke out, scattering our personnel among thousands of confused people as the wave of white smoke approached.

I’m not sure how my partner Jeff Berkowitz and I found each other but we somehow connected and ran north along the river towards the FDR. I eyed the water on our right as a precaution; it was an option I wanted to keep open as we broke into a sprint.

Jeff offered a taxi driver $500 to take us out of the city while I tried to calm a woman in the back seat who was on the verge of hyperventilating. Between weeps, she told me that her boyfriend worked in an office high up in the towers. As I looked out the rear-view window and saw that one of the towers was already gone, I was at a loss for words.

How could I ease her pain?

What was happening to our country?

Was it really happening at all?

I found my way to my home on 57th Street as lines formed at convenience stores. People were hoarding bottled water, canned food, flashlights and other necessities. I had none of that and I didn’t care.

I just wanted to find my family, my friends, myself. I needed to understand what happened and establish a framework of relativity, a place where I could begin to assess and digest my experience.

Thirty minutes later, my mother crashed through the door and held me tighter than I’ve ever been held. The images on TV portrayed downtown Manhattan as a cloud of smoke, a war zone with body parts strewn like yesterday’s laundry on the bedroom floor.

Friends began to gather at my apartment; five at first, then 10, then 20. It was the other side of disaster, a dose of humanity in a sea of horror, a refuge of love in a maze of confusion.

I found myself at my desk, looking for a semblance of normalcy and a familiar setting.

Sobock       Maybe the worst day 9-11-2009 1:12 PM
Maybe the worst day in the United States history
Sobock       Remembering 9 11 25 videos 9-11-2009 1:24 PM
Remembering 9 11 25 videos>1=42007
Musik       This still hurts 9-11-2009 2:03 PM
This still hurts
lemons       This always opens the wounds 9-11-2009 4:45 PM
This always opens the wounds once again
but we can NEVER FORGET!
lemons       NO 911 Replies 9-11-2009 4:47 PM
NO 911 Replies
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