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ehr091 2 years, 5 months ago	Hello everyone, As I sit here eight years later, I have watched the tv shows and visited family members and friends who lost loved ones here in NY on this day not so long ago, I find myself wondering do most of these politicos really understand what this means to us who have suffered such a huge loss. I don't need to see the footage on tv, it plays over and over again in my mind late at night. You see I was working across the bay from Downtown Manhattan in Staten Island. My partner and I saw the burning hole left by the first plane as we drove along Edgewater and then Front Street listening to 1010 wins. They were doing a story on a woman who suing Bear Sterns for sexual discrimination when they broke in to say that a small commuter plane had struck tower one. As we drove we could see the the glass just disappearing and the hole getting bigger. We drove to Bay Street landing and there met up with some police officer and DEP workers, we were all standing together looking towards the World Trade Center and listening to the calls coming over the Officers radio. Some minutes passed and the second plane flew over us. We looked up and just thought "what the hell is this?" It flew so low I swear I saw the seams and rivets that made up the skin of the plane. As we watched the plane dove slightly towards the water and the Statue of Liberty, picked some more speed and pulled up may be a half mile or so from making land and rolled a little side to side and then just disappeared into tower two. We stood in horror, and then the police radio went dead for a few seconds. then all hell broke loose over the radio and the officers took off. We stayed behind and I called my wife who worked near by and told her what we had just seen and then her boss told her to go home and we met up. My partner and I along with my wife were stuck on Staten Island since everything was shut down, no one in or out. We stayed put along side Bay Street. Someone showed up with binoculars and started screaming that people were jumping, many of my friends from junior high and high school and from my old neighborhood worked there. My best friends father, who was the best man in my wedding worked for citigroup in tower one. None of them were ever found, not even the smallest trace. Then the Towers fell. We could hear across the water as each floor pounded into the next faster and faster until it was just a muted roar, almost like far off thunder. My partner and I were sent to Ground Zero to help restore communications to lower Manhattan, we spent two years working in and around "the Pit". I started and ended my days with a prayer to the 12 friends I lost that day. Some were young like me and others were the parents of my friends. When I hear a low flying plane till this day and most likely until I die, my heart stops and I freeze. I scan the sky looking for that plane feeling helpless like I did that morning. I still feel that knot in my stomach each and every day. It sneaks up on me out of the blue and grips me with fear and rage. I know I will never truly let those images out of my mind, but I today I felt that this day is getting closer to losing its real significance. Politicians are looking to discredit the agencies that have kept this from happening again because we kept those animals awake for a few hours, and blasting some Metallica and throwing water in their face? How many years will go by before we get the 9/11 day special sales at Macy's? I know I maybe going out on a limb with that last one but my son who is 11 was born on December 7th. Ask a kid what December 7th is and you will get "duh 8 days to Christmas", not that was the day Japan attacked Pearl Harbor. He knows what that day means because he looked at a calendar and asked me what is Pearl Harbor Day. I sat him down and explained it to him. This is what I fear is going to happen to this day, it will get turned into some sales event just like Memorial Day.

ehr091
2 years, 5 months ago

Hello everyone, As I sit here eight years later, I have watched the tv shows and visited family members and friends who lost loved ones here in NY on this day not so long ago, I find myself wondering do most of these politicos really understand what this means to us who have suffered such a huge loss. I don't need to see the footage on tv, it plays over and over again in my mind late at night. You see I was working across the bay from Downtown Manhattan in Staten Island. My partner and I saw the burning hole left by the first plane as we drove along Edgewater and then Front Street listening to 1010 wins. They were doing a story on a woman who suing Bear Sterns for sexual discrimination when they broke in to say that a small commuter plane had struck tower one. As we drove we could see the the glass just disappearing and the hole getting bigger. We drove to Bay Street landing and there met up with some police officer and DEP workers, we were all standing together looking towards the World Trade Center and listening to the calls coming over the Officers radio. Some minutes passed and the second plane flew over us. We looked up and just thought "what the hell is this?" It flew so low I swear I saw the seams and rivets that made up the skin of the plane. As we watched the plane dove slightly towards the water and the Statue of Liberty, picked some more speed and pulled up may be a half mile or so from making land and rolled a little side to side and then just disappeared into tower two. We stood in horror, and then the police radio went dead for a few seconds. then all hell broke loose over the radio and the officers took off. We stayed behind and I called my wife who worked near by and told her what we had just seen and then her boss told her to go home and we met up. My partner and I along with my wife were stuck on Staten Island since everything was shut down, no one in or out. We stayed put along side Bay Street. Someone showed up with binoculars and started screaming that people were jumping, many of my friends from junior high and high school and from my old neighborhood worked there. My best friends father, who was the best man in my wedding worked for citigroup in tower one. None of them were ever found, not even the smallest trace. Then the Towers fell. We could hear across the water as each floor pounded into the next faster and faster until it was just a muted roar, almost like far off thunder. My partner and I were sent to Ground Zero to help restore communications to lower Manhattan, we spent two years working in and around "the Pit". I started and ended my days with a prayer to the 12 friends I lost that day. Some were young like me and others were the parents of my friends. When I hear a low flying plane till this day and most likely until I die, my heart stops and I freeze. I scan the sky looking for that plane feeling helpless like I did that morning. I still feel that knot in my stomach each and every day. It sneaks up on me out of the blue and grips me with fear and rage. I know I will never truly let those images out of my mind, but I today I felt that this day is getting closer to losing its real significance. Politicians are looking to discredit the agencies that have kept this from happening again because we kept those animals awake for a few hours, and blasting some Metallica and throwing water in their face? How many years will go by before we get the 9/11 day special sales at Macy's? I know I maybe going out on a limb with that last one but my son who is 11 was born on December 7th. Ask a kid what December 7th is and you will get "duh 8 days to Christmas", not that was the day Japan attacked Pearl Harbor. He knows what that day means because he looked at a calendar and asked me what is Pearl Harbor Day. I sat him down and explained it to him. This is what I fear is going to happen to this day, it will get turned into some sales event just like Memorial Day.

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