“On this day ten years ago, Islamists attacked America and repeated their declaration of war against western civilization and against G-d Himself.”

–Eliana

My whole life up until that day, my elders had told me that everybody alive in the U.S. remembers exactly where they were and what they were doing the day when the got the news that Jack Kennedy had been shot. I understood what they were all saying to me at the time, but the full impact of the statement was something I was spared until I was 38 years, 5 months, and 9 days old. That is a day which I will remember each and every moment in vivid detail. At the time, I was a retail manager working for Family Dollar Stores. I opened my store at 8:00 am every morning and spent the first hour alone. On a typical day, I would open the store and I would have about a dozen or so members of the local Arabic community entering the store immediately. The tradition had been to buy from my store, and then take it down to their little stores and sell it there. On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I opened my store and was struck by the fact that I had nobody rushing to get into my store immediately. Looking up into the sky, I decided to take a minute and enjoy the beautiful day. Reentering the store, I worked up in the front, alone for the first hour, servicing the odd customer or two who would happen in to buy miscellaneous stuff. My morning crew arrived, both of them a little late, and both of them white faced and in shock. All they said was turn on the radio. The remainder of that day was surreal. If customers did venture into the store, they were unusually subdued. My boss called several times throughout the day to give me special instructions. I finally told him, around 3:00 that we weren’t going to get much in the way of actual labor from anybody on that day. My work day ended at 5:00. It was not until that time that I actually ventured across a T.V. Even though I was prepared for it, it still shocked me to see, not only planes flying into those buildings, but knowing that members of my species would actually do that on purpose, believing that whatever God they pray to wished this of them. In the days following, we heard the phrase never forget repeated often. I will never forget, as I doubt anyone could. But the events are not enough to not forget. We should have also reminded ourselves to remember who did this to us as well.

–Flyovercountry

I was running late, just gotten out of the shower, and the missus had the TV on in the bedroom. She said a plane had crashed into the WTC. I figured a Cessna pilot had lost control. I got dressed, kissed the wife and left for work.

I didn’t understand what had happened until a coworker brought in a portable TV and we watched the towers collapse. When I got home I watched the news replays showing people jumping to their deaths.

My kids were little then. They couldn’t understand why their dad had tears in his eyes.

–Bunk X

September 11, 2001 started out like any other day. Being a Tuesday, it was a work day, and seemed to be a rather unremarkable one at that. I was still single at the time, living in a duplex with a roommate who was a student at the local state university and was a member of my local church. Anywise, I was running a little late, and was on the interstate. I had the radio turned on, but the volume was set low such that I could only catch snippets of what was being said, and I really wasn’t paying it much attention anywise. I remember hearing the words “World Trade Centre” on a news report, but didn’t catch what was being said about it, and wasn’t much interested anywise. I got to work, in a pretty good mood. Came in the door, and noticed that all the people who should be in the front areas like the lobby and executive offices were not there. Seemed kind of odd, since I knew I was getting there later than I normally did, not earlier. So I start looking around for folks. Nobody in the lab area, either. Finally, I ran into one of the other chemists in a hallway, and started joking around with him about something or another. I remember to this day the somber look on his face as he asked me, “You haven’t heard the news yet, have you?” “No, I haven’t…” “You need to come to the conference room.” Of course, I’m thinking that maybe the company was going out of business, or we were being layed off or something. I get to the conference room, and the whole company (around 50 people, a small startup pharma company) is clustered around a big screen TV, watching the news reports. It was then that I notice the screen is showing the first WTC tower that was hit, with a huge, gaping hole in it pouring out smoke. I’m flabbergasted, but didn’t yet know what had caused it. I thought maybe a bomb had gone off. A buddy of mine named Joe siddled up next to me and told me that a 737 had rammed into the tower, and that the newscasters were speculating that it was deliberate. At this point, there were starting to be reports that one or more airliners had been hijacked, and that one of them had been used to purposefully hit the WTC. “Terrorism?,” I asked. He just nodded. We both looked back at the screen, sort of numb, trying to process what was happening. And then, right there in front of our eyes, the second airliner hit the other tower, right there being filmed going all the way in by the news crew…

–Titus Quinctius Cincinnatus

To me, the most poignant moment of 9-11 that I will remember until the day I die was not the twin towers falling, nor the Pentagon being hit, nor the loss of the thousands of innocent lives, although I still get tears when I hear the relatives of those who died that day and think about the sheer terror those people must have went through, knowing that they most likely were going to die.

I first think about the passengers/heroes of flight 93, who, after having talked to (and saying goodbye) to their loved ones, who had told them what had happened in New York and at the Pentagon, decided that they needed to show these pieces of crap that they might die, but that it will be on their terms, NOT those of the muzz swine who hijacked their plane.

So they stormed the cockpit and caused their plane to crash in Shanksville, PA., killing the forty heroes, but saving hundreds, or maybe thousands of lives that would have been lost if the plane would have hit its intended target, the U.S. Capitol in Washington, D.C.

But, the most poignant, by far, to me, was what happened afterward, and that was the three firefighters raising our American flag on the pole at ground zero.

When our flag is seen around the world, it represents our country. And when those three men raised that flag at ground zero right after the towers fell, it showed the world that you can attack and kill Americans, and that they can knock down some of our most spectacular structures, even those that were built to represent American power and capitalism. But by raising our flag where the attack was centered, they show that we Americans will always rise up and defeat those who try to hurt us.

–Bob

I was in the Newport business district in Jersey City that day. When the first building was hit, me and my coworkers came out and went to the walkway by the Hudson river. Within a few minutes, we saw the 2nd plane hit the 2nd tower.

I was stunned and realized right there I had seen a historical event. I knew that history would never be the same. I was right!

I want revenge for these attacks!

–Rodan

I, 1389AD, am anything but an emotional person, but even now, it pains me to talk about this.

For those who are unacquainted with me, I am a Serbian-American, a practicing Orthodox Christian, and a passionately avid counterjihad blogger, both on Blogmocracy and on http://1389blog.com. Before the blogosphere came into its own, I ran a large pro-Serb/counterjihad email list. I have only one face. Even though, for security reasons, I do not reveal my personal identity online, those who are acquainted with me in real life can affirm that I deliver exactly the same message in person.

September 11, 2001, was not long after the Kosovo War, in which the Clintons fought on behalf of the Muslims, against the Orthodox Christian Serbs. I was an IT worker at a company where most of my colleagues, as well as my superiors, regarded me with intense suspicion, on account of my open support for the Serbian people.

When I first heard the news report of a plane colliding with one of the WTC towers, I figured that somebody must have accidentally flown a light plane into the building. But then, someone brought in a television tuned to a news channel; it became clear that a terror attack was in progress.

A co-worker asked me, “Did your people do this? They are pretty wild.”

Before I knew any details, I told him, “No. We are not capable of such a thing.”

No. We Serbs are Christians. This is NOT how we roll. I had been in contact with Serbs in the Balkans and Serbs in the Diaspora, and never had I heard any hint of revenge against the US for the Clintons’ war against our people.

As if all that were not enough, my sister-in-law told me later that one of her co-workers at a pharmaceutical company had been on the hijacked plane that struck the Pentagon. She had been traveling to Washington, DC to present the company’s case for approval of a drug to fight prostate cancer.

May God have mercy on all our souls, and give us the wisdom to do what is right.

–1389AD

I was working for a very small startup on September 11. I first hear of the attacks when our sales guy came running into the building and said “Someone just bombed the World Trade Center!” My response was “Cool.” and I though that we’d have a chance to see how a Republican responded to terrorism. It became apparent in just a few minutes that it wasn’t just another act of terrorism. The boss’ wife brought a small television down to the office, and we watched the rest of the day. We were watching live when the Towers fell. We were totally shocked. I guessed that it was Osama and his merry men before 9:30, and I wanted to nuke Afghanistan before noon. I reasoned simply: “It is well that War is so terrible. We should grow too fond of it.” Thus were Robert E. Lee’s words at Fredericksburg, while watching a stunning Rebel victory. Simply put, war isn’t terrible to our enemies, and they are very fond of it. We need to make war terrible for them again. We haven’t done that. We have cut off some of the Hydra’s heads, but the body (Islam) remains.

–Iron Fist

I woke up at about 7:30am at the TA truckstop in Porter IN right on I94 with a load delivering up by O’Hare International later that day. I had the radio tuned to WLS since I always listen to the traffic reports and the morning show after I have breakfast and coffee. The alarm went off and I turned on the radio and Don and Roma kept saying over and over in a monotone, “this is terrible, this is terrible” and I am thinking ‘what the hell is going on?’ So I got out of the truck and headed inside the truckstop.

When you walk in the front door, the restaurant is on your left and the fueldesk is on your right. I look over at the restaurant and there are probably about 15 to 20 drivers sitting there all staring at each other not saying a word, and if you have ever been around a group of truck drivers, half the time you can’t get a word in. At any rate, I looked over at the gal behind the counter and I asked her what the hell is going on and she told me to go into the drivers lounge where the TV’s are and see for myself but warned me all hell was breaking loose in New York cause a jet crashed into one of the WTC towers.

Now I’m thinking “Oh, right, feed me a line of BS, sheesh.” I walked down the hall to the drivers lounge and looked at the TV and I saw in realtime the second tower get hit by a jetliner. Right then and there, I looked at another driver and said to him, “We are at war, pal.” He nodded his head and said back to me, “Arabs, right?” I told him, “Hell yeah. They came back to finish the job they started a few years ago”.

Now at this point, I was thinking to myself, is Chicago next on the list for attack? Is there a jet enroute to the Sears Tower? Is O’Hare going to be blown off the map? What about Midway Airport? Is the old Zion nuclear powerplant a target? All these things are going through my head at a million miles an hour. I got on the phone and tried to get a hold of my fleet manager in Cedar Rapids to see if he knew about the attacks and what am I supposed to do with this load I have going to O’Hare since by this time, the Indiana State Police shut down all the roads heading into Chicago. I finally got a hold of Gary after trying for 2 hours to get a hold of him and he told me to park the truck until further notice, all the dispatch boards were shut down and no driver is to go anywhere and all the drivers were going to get paid a hundred bucks a day for sitting.

So I sat there for 2 days, itching to get the truck unloaded and take my empty all the way to NYC to try to help with the disaster. The head of my company told me that there were too many drivers heading out to Ground Zero and he didn’t want Manhattan to be overcrowded with tractor trailers. Was a shame cause I could have run nonstop from Chicago to New York in 14 hours. The feds at that time suspended the driving rules so if you wanted you could have driven from LA to NY as hard as you could and not worry about having to shut down for 8 hours to sleep.

The strangest thing and something I will never forget is not seeing any aircraft in the sky. I drove up to O’Hare 2 days later and parked at the side of I294 and stared at hundreds of aircraft sitting there with the engines off and listening to birds singing and no other noise. Very strange indeed.

Well, that’s my story. That’s the whole of it.

–Savage

Early on September 11, 2001 I voted in the New York City primary for mayor. My work schedule was 8:30 to 4:30 but it never mattered if I came in late. I got off at Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village around 8:40 AM and started walking to work. Five minutes later I was on La Guardia Place when an airline (which I later learned was American Airlines Flight 11 piloted by Mohammad Atta) flew low overhead. I turned to my left and saw it hit the North Tower. As I got to my office I saw people coming out of the building to look. I told several coworkers that I saw a plane hit the WTC and then my boss came in and said that she saw another plane hit the other tower and I knew it was terrorism and I also knew it was Bin Laden All the online news sites were inaccessible so I went on the international news sites and heard about a plane hitting Washington D.C. and another one going down in Pennsylvania. To say it was surreal is an understatement. I recalled being interviewed three years earlier at Canto Fitzgerald which was wiped out during the attack. One of the supervisors said the towers came down and I thought she meant the top of the buildings but it was the whole building. I walked to my friend’s house (who was stuck in New Jersey) as he asked me to take care of his dog and I heard the most awful rumors of around 50,000 people being killed. The next day I bought The New York Post (to save as a historical souvenir) and it took me a while to get back to Brooklyn but I will never forget the sense of unity and community that we all had that day.

–Speranza

I always tell people that I must have been one of the last people in America to hear about the 9/11 attacks. I was going to grad school in the evening at the time, and working graveyard shift, so I actually went to bed just before it happened. When I got up that afternoon to get ready for class, I noticed the message light on my phone was flashing, so I checked my voicemail, where I found a message from school saying that “Due to the events in New York,” class for the day was cancelled.

Needless to say, I was confused, since I was living in Santa Fe, NM at the time. I couldn’t think of much that could have happened in New York that would cause classes to be cancelled in New Mexico, so I turned on the TV set. By that point, of course, the networks were just rerunning the morning’s coverage over and over, so even after turning on the news, I still had to sit there for awhile to figure out what exactly had happened, since they probably assumed that everyone already knew about it by then.

–Lobo

The morning of September 11, 2011, I was in my study watching a rolling ticker of Dell stock trades. As I recall it was trading up moderately and then suddenly took a nosedive. I looked at all of the leading indicators and they, too, had instantly tanked. I clicked on a news feed and there were about 3 headlines that said a plane had just hit the WTC. I turned on Fox News just in time to see the second plane hit the second tower. I was glued to the TV for the rest of the day. Mrs. Funn was at school teaching her 3rd grade class so I called to tell her about and then gave her several updates during the day. The FAA had notified all air traffic to land immediately. I walked out on to my deck and watched as a lone airplane began it’s decent into Austin. I wondered to myself “could this be another hijacked plane”? The events of 9/11 were a call to arms.

–Huckfunn

September 11, 2001. EVIL attacked us that day.
I was at work for about a half-hour when word of the attack came down by way of word of mouth. The net was frozen, and no one was able to access it and no one could get any work done for the entire day. Most of us were just sitting around trying to make sense of it all. After noon our bosses just told everyone to go home, and so I did.
When I got home I turned it onto CBS and watched Dan Rather warning everyone about the graphic footage and language. Yes, I heard the lady screaming “Jesus F***ing Christ!” and it was NOT censored. The first and only words out of my mouth were YOU SONS OF BITCHES! After that I didn’t say much for the next couple of days or so, I was as stunned as everyone else.

Here are two photos from Ground Zero which I took just over one year later, during a quick visit to New York City. One is The Sphere which survived; the other is The Pit. These are terrible scars on the land and on our hearts. Though one scar is filled now with a Memorial, we must always remember what happened and who did this to us. To Hell with political correctness! To Hell with Islam!

NEVER FORGET.

–Macker