Showing posts with label 9/11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 9/11. Show all posts

Sunday, September 11, 2011

The First Victory

United Airlines Flight 93 backed away from its gate at Newark International Airport at 8:01 AM. Morning congestion at the airport caused the takeoff to be delayed until 8:42.

Four minutes later, American Airlines Flight 11 struck One World Trade Center.

At 9:28, the four Islamofascist terrorists aboard the Boeing 757 struck. A few minutes later, passengers and crew began using the onboard Airfones and their cell phones to contact loved ones. The terrorists had told the passengers that there was a bomb on board and they were returning to the airport. They had lied.

United Airlines 757-222, N591UA, was the bomb.

The passengers and crew were told by their loved ones about the World Trade Center. They were told about the Pentagon. They looked at each other, and came to a decision:

Revisit - 1 of 2,996: Firefighter Gregory M. Stajik

Five years ago, I participated in the "2,996 Project" - an Internet effort to insure that every victim of 9/11 had a memorial blog posting.

I was honored that day to be able to memorialize Firefighter Gregory M. Stajik of the New York City Fire Department.

Please visit the link for the post of five years ago.

As We Ran Out, They Ran In...

...So That Others May Live.

Beginning at 8:46 AM, September 11, 2001 with the impact of American Airlines Flight 11 at the hands of Islamofascist terrorists, hundreds of personnel from the New York City Fire and Police Departments and the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey Police responded to the World Trade Center. Hundreds of those who responded lost their lives. Every one of them is listed here.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

On September 10th

"Where were you when...?" It's a common question asked about traumatic events whether one was present personally for the trauma or not. Hearing about them or watching them through mass media is enough. Tomorrow there will be many conversations like that all across America, and for that matter, the world.

For me, the "where was I?" starts with the day before. I remember pretty much my whole day of Monday, September 10, 2001. I had woken up and left early to drive to Cleveland for a sales meeting with a customer. It was a beautiful late summer/early fall day, just as the next day would turn out to be.