On the 6 month anniversary of this great human tragedy, I will be attending the memorial to commemorate an incredible day. I won't be close. But I will be there near Battery Park for most of the day. The distant boom from plane number 2 still rings in my ears. The hour, minute, second and millisecond where I was when I heard it is still engraved in my heart. I hope everyone gets to watch the documentary that is on CBS tonight. Its not like actually being there. But if you are a Muslim and its your lifes journey to go to Mecca one day, than I think every American, every person who loves this country has to visit Ground Zero. It will be my first time since the tragedy that I will be going. And I need to go. I feel it will give me closure. I feel like there was a death in my family 6 months ago that I have still yet to face dealing with. My brother continues to fight for our country. I talk to him once a week or so. I know that what he is doing is right. And if anyone ever loses the focus or was losing the focus, I hope the documentary reminded all of us that true evil exists and it met us 6 months ago tomorrow. I can't wait to see the two beams of light shoot up in the sky at 630pm tomorrow. All the crying and all the sadness that I will feel tomorrow will be closure for me, my girlfriend and my baby. We didn't lose anyone. But I am an American. I lost someone that day even though I never met them.
I watched. That was an incredible story of the way they carried Father MIke Judge's body out of the Tower and laid it on the altar at St. Peter's Cathedral. His Death Certificate is noted "000001." The haunting rendition of "Danny Boy" at the end over the still photos of firemen lost was just incredible.
6 months. I can't believe its been 6 months. It seems like yesterday. I was in the computer lab, after we had gotten out of history early, and a friend came up to me and said "Dude, have you heard? A plane crashed in New York or something." When I went to calculus 2nd period, I told our class and the teacher looked for it on cnn.com. Of course the site was down. The headmaster then called an assembly in our Quadrangle, and told us what happened. We all spent the rest of the day in our senior country room watching the news channels. Some people were frantically calling their parents on cell phones, to find out if relatives were okay. That was a scary day, and one that I will never forget.
I still can't believe it happened. 6 Months already? I can still remember being at work, my boss calling me and saying hey did you hear about the plane hitting the WTC? I said Nope, then he said another one just hit and I ran downstairs to the TV's and watched. Towers collapsed, time stood still. I will never look at an Airplane, Fireman, Policeman, or US Military personnel the same way again. I am still stunned, anytime I think about 9-11 it deflates me. It was a great documentary. It is just amazing how the fireman just ran into the buildings - no fear. How did Father Judge die though? Was it debris or what? Kinda hard to follow.
I won't recount my story of how I heard the news, which I believe I posted here at least twice....but I will never forget that morning. I pray we won't be forced to relive it, and I pray for justice for those who carried it out.
That was a mystery. The brief glimpses we had of him indicated no injuries. I don't remember hearing anything.
I believe it was the debris when they were trying to run up the escalators when the first tower was falling.
Just got back after an emotional day. Very emotional... Damn. I still can't believe it. But I feel alot better after all the tears. Three things: I cried. I prayed. I grieved. Now, I am gonna try and get into it even though I know my bro is still over there. But you know what? I am very optimistic after today. I believe the country is so much stronger after this. And I surely feel like many, many ass whoopings are in store for alot of bad people on this Earth. They should of never fu**ed with USA. Once I get a chance to develop the pictures, I am gonna have to put them on disk. If possible, I am gonna post them. And that will be the last time I speak about this terrible tragedy. I hope that I didn't bring peoples spirit down with all this depressing stuff. But I guess for me its a little more than just a tragedy. Time to move ahead. Time for healing. My one wish is the my bro and his crew bring me Osama's head on a freakin stick. Yep. That would be cool. Kinda gross. But cool nonetheless.
