JQK Posted September 11, 2003 Share Posted September 11, 2003 Don't forget. Don't ever forget.This is my own selfish rememberance of the crap that happend two years ago.. so.... pardon me...I woke up just about 8am. I was still pissed about the night before. The Giants lost the season opener on Monday Night Football to the Denver Broncos. It was the first game at the Broncos new stadium, and the Giants kept it close for most of the game, but Denver pulled away at the end. So i was up... went, got myself a nice bowl of cheerios, and hopped on the computer, and was talking to a few people online, and was surfing my sports sites, reading about the Giants and other things. The computer was in the living room, and my mom was there, watching all of her morning shows, Today, Fox and Friends, and Imus (gotta love Imus).Now it's about 8:45am. I'm still on the computer, my mom, still flipping around the dial at the different morning shows. For some reason she stops on "Good Day NY" on channel 5. She never watched that, but she just happend to stop on it that day. Not less than a minute later, FOX5 had a breaking news bulletin. They went to Chopper5 and it was showing us the World Trade Center... with one of the towers.. the one with the antenna, the north tower, having a huge, gaping, smoking hole in it. I ran to my bedroom window, which had a great view of New York Harbor and the lower Manhatten skyline. My mother's first though was terrorists. I was less suspecting. It didn't seem possible. Most likely, it was some sort of accident, or hell, maybe even a asteroid or metor hit it. It was far fetched, but when you see something like that, the most far-fetched things don't seem so far fetched. So we continued watching it. I woke up my sister Charissa, and she was as confused as anyone would be. But my mother wasn't. She was convinced it was terrorists. Then came the 9:00 hour. We heard a low-flying jet, which in Bayonne wasn't that odd of an occerence, and honestly, we payed no nevermind. It didn't even click until we saw the next few pictures on tv. A 747 jumbo jet slammed into the south tower. Just a huge impact and fireball. My reaction was.. just.. a short, but loud, yelp.. followed by a few "Oh My God's". Because at that moment i realized what my mother had known all along. This was an attack. A deliberate and well planned attack on the United States. Everything fell apart then. What's next? Is this only the opening act? Is there more? A slight panic comes over me and my sister and mother for a while, but we eventually calm down and start trying to contact people that we knew that worked there and were around there. I called my friend Steve, who was going to be in lower Manhatten that morning with his girlfriend and other friend going to a few different comic and model places. To get there he was going to use the PATH train to the WTC stop, one that i've taken more than i can even imagin. Fourtunatly, he had decided to go that afternoon instead, so he was ok. Then came the news about the Pentagon. What the hell is going on? Why is this happening? Being pissed about the Giants-Broncos game seemed so far away.... Then the anger starts rising. I can proudly say to this day that the anger that rose that day has never subsided in me, and i never plan to let it. These mo' fo's, whoever they were, attacked us? The United States? They have brought war on us? Do they know? huh? Do they flippin' know that we will rain down holy hell, fire, and brimstone upon their sorry arab asses? Because once we knew it was terrorists, we knew it was Arabs. And it may not be politically correct, but it's the truth. I just don't think a bunch of IRA members would do that crap, or Hippy enviro-terrorists. Something on this scale was done by one of the Arab terror groups. Jihad, Hamas, Hezbollah. I honesty can say that at this time i was unaware of al Qaeda. but i didn't really care. I wanted to join the Army, call up the dangin' troops, and let's frickin' go. It was time to frickin' teach the world once again who the flippin' boss was, because it seems a few people had forgotten. At about 9:30 i went to go see Steve.... he was ok, but he was equally shook up and furious. We went to this small pedestrian bridge near his house that had a good view of NYC and just watched, Thats when we say them come down. I couldn't believe it. I....... i will never forget the feelings i had inside at that moment. Those feelings will always, ALWAYS be there. We watched in just... silence.. i never heard such silece from me or him. People around us were screaming and crying, and.. i just.... all i could do was look.The one thing that will always be in my mind was how beautiful that day was. It was the first really great beautiful day, a nice, cool 70 degree day, a slight breeze, sunshine.. it was.... such a beautiful day.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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