Ich bin ein New Yorker. Thank you for reading this if you have made it this far down. My sincere and utmost condolences to all who have lost a friend, or a family member. I am convinced we will pull through this. We have to. Otherwise the Ali Motterfuckialies will have already won. Let us also begin the process of rebuilding our lives, and the WTC. We should construct the largest and strongest building the world has ever seen. An act of defiance, a symbol of all the civilised West stands for. Show that terrorism won't bring a nation to its knees, but in fact strengthen it. Let's make damn sure that some good comes out of this in the end!
[ September 12, 2001: Message edited by: My Publically Displayed Name ]
The images of what happened yesterday will never be forgotten. I'll never forget the images of large Boeing 767's sailing into the facades of the World Trade Center's Twin Towers and vaporizing on impact. Watching the video of the fireballs and smoke plumes made me think that I was watching a Hollywood summer blockbuster. It still takes me a minute to remember that the fireballs were the death knells for hundreds of people. Watching the Pentagon's damaged section collapse, the Twin Towers collapse, and the wreckage of the fourth airplane, it's still hard to contemplate that thousands of innocent souls that are no longer with us.
In the end, we can only grow from this tragedy and remember those we've lost. One World Trade Center is completely gone. Two World Trade Center is completely gone. Seven World Trade Center is completely gone. Three World Trade Center is barely hanging on. One Liberty Plaza is partial collapsed. The Pentagon has sustained a good deal of damage. Four large passenger jetliners are gone. Thousands of innocent people, our friends, our family, our countrymen and women, and heroic rescue workers are gone. However, they will never be forgotten. The perpetrators will be found and will be punished, whether that punishment comes in this life or the next. All's that really helping me through this is the hope that the innocent souls that left us yesterday have moved onto the higher existence spoken of by their faith.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened had a plane in this area been hijacked (perhaps headed for KSC) when that order was given and the terrorists would've just decided to kamikaze something close to the airport or the airport itself.
Crazy shit.
The night before the disaster, I woke up early in the morning because I'd been having one of a class of dreams I have fairly often, that something - some creature - is in the bed. My fianc�e says I sat bolt upright so she woke up too. We then lay there cuddling for a while, when I noticed a strange vibration that came from I don't know where. She didn't notice it.
Then a sound started building. It was a muted roar that grew and grew, becoming almost deafening. It was like a jet engine, but with what sounded like screams mixed in. I though a jet was about to crash (we're in the flight paths for London's Stanstead and City airports). I just hoped they were heading for the large area of waste ground to the East. Then it just faded away. Again, she didn't hear it. She did say, in relation to the vibrations, that we get earth tremors in that area. I then went back to sleep.
So there you have it. A dream? A premonition? I don't know. Never encountered such a phenomenon before. I've been thinking about it a lot these past two days, and I guess I need an outlet for it too.
It was a horrible sound.