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The day Americans lives changed forever!

 

Mychal Judge, O.F.M. (aka Michael Fallon Judge, May 11, 1933 – September 11, 2001), was a Franciscan friar and Catholic priest who served as a chaplain to the New York City Fire Department. It was while serving in that capacity that he was killed, becoming the first certified fatality of the September 11, 2001 attacks.

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I was in school in DC when it happened.

Could see the Pentagon burning from my history class, and remember the principal going room to room to make sure the TVs weren't on.  When history teacher came back in and turned it on, they showing what they confirmed were people jumping out the towers.  

It's numbing knowing that there are kids that have no concept of the world before this, but I'm glad they missed this attack.   I hope they never have to go through getting picked from school by their parents and feeling a kind of way about leaving their friends behind.

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@PCS

I can't really like that post per se, it brings about too much sadness.  But thank you for sharing it.  I watched the CNN live coverage until the second plane hit, that's all I could really bear to watch.  The amount of confusion that day, the fact that they referred to the buildings on fire as remarkable.  They never knew they would actually fall.  Wasn't on the radar at all.

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Those videos were pretty much how I had to watch things 15 years ago. I was working up in The Colony in Park City. Putting up fascia and soffit on yet another single family hotel there when one of the subs came in and said one of the towers had been hit by a plane. We automatically assumed a small plane and then turned on the local radio station that aired NPR. They were still on update mode and not full coverage at that time. That and the radio was a classic,beat to hell job site radio at the time and kind of worked.  Another guy came in,( I think it may have the Super of the job),and said the buildings had collapsed and we called BS. That's when started listening to the radio for the rest of the day. It wasn't until I got home that I was able to see what happened. Local news was basically replaying the news as it happened until the local news came on at 5:30. Pretty surreal day to say the least.  

I was right here when the first news about it came in.  

 

 

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Mr. Pink is an American Hero.

http://www.snopes.com/rumors/buscemi.asp

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The day after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks, Steve Buscemi, who worked as a firefighter from1980-1984, showed up at his old fire station, Engine Company No. 55 in the Little Italy section ofNew York.

For the next week he worked 12-hour shifts, digging through the rubble trying to find the bodies of missing firefighters, all the while refusing to do interviews or have his picture taken.

"It was a privilege to be able to do it," the 45-year-old actor said. "It was great to connect with the firehouse I used to work with and with some of the guys I worked alongside. And it was enormously helpful for me because while I was working, I didn't really think about it as much, feel it as much.

"It wasn't until I stopped that I really felt the full impact of what had happened. It would have been much harder for me to get through it if I hadn't been able to do that.

 

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On ‎9‎/‎11‎/‎2016 at 8:55 AM, Riggo#44 said:

I can't believe it's been 15 years. I don't think it's possible to forget just about every moment of that day.

I was bartending in a Mexican restaurant at the time.  I had to hold it in until I got home.  I broke down on the floor just after locking the front door behind me. 

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I was working in Midtown Manhattan. The office was directly above Grand Central Station, so there was some worry about a coordinated attack. There was one small TV in the entire office, and eventually there was probably about 30 - 40 people crammed into one room to see what was going on. Finally they sent everyone home for the day, but it was hours before I could find transportation back to NJ.

Manhattan felt like a ghost town. Traffic and the ubiquitous cyclists had all vanished. Everyone was in a state of near shock.  Some 50 blocks away, we looked down Madison Ave and saw a pillar of smoke.  I remember realizing at one point that I had crossed maybe 4 or 5 blocks without looking for oncoming traffic; without noticing if the crosswalk lights were flashing Walk or Don't Walk. None of it seemed real.  I walked to Penn Station, knowing the trains weren't running, but not having anywhere else to turn. I saw a man in a business suit, literally covered from head to foot in white dust.

Hours later, when the trains went back online, I pushed my way on to the first one leaving. I didn't even think to get a ticket...I didn't care, and it didn't matter because the train was.so thoroughly jam packed that no conductor could have possibly made it through to check for tickets anyway. After the first stop in NJ, I managed to squeeze my way through to a vacated seat. The guy sitting next to me was on his cell phone the entire time, apparently calling everyone he knew, and I had to listen to the same horror story half a dozen times about him watching people jumping out of the WTC windows, choosing sudden death to avoid a painful burning to death.

I finally got to the New Brunswick station and called my wife to pick me up - my car was parked at the bus station in East Brunswick miles away. I never was so relieved to be in NJ, as odd as that sounds.

I wasn't sure when I would go back to work. I took off the next day off, but decided I should go back the second day.  One of the most gut-wrenching moments of my life hit me out of the blue like a ton of bricks. The bus curving around,  just as it did every day to turn into the Lincoln tunnel, and suddenly there was nothing but a pillar of smoke where the Towers had once stood. I'm not an emotional guy, but I started choking up. I looked around, and everybody on the bus was tearing up. 

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This was my Facebook post yesterday.

 

Dear Facebook Friends and Family,

On this Day 15 years ago nearly 3,000 men, women and children lost their lives that day. I am reminded every time I set foot in to Laurel Volunteer Rescue squad of this. 9/11 was the reason I joined the Fire House. I felt like I needed to give back to my community after that tragic day.

I can not believe it has been 15 years since I was in Junior Year America History Class. I know it seems so fitting now. We were going to watch a movie on Thomas Jefferson. When the Teacher turned the TV on, the last person to use it had left it on a News station. He decided we were not going to watch that movie today, but we were going to watch history unfold live. I remember him calling to the office over the speaker. The office said they we aware of what was going on. And to turn off the news and go back to a regular school. Day he told the office No this is history happening live. The office even sent people down to our class to have him turn the TV off. He never did. I am so glad our teacher stood up to the office. We got to watch History unfold live. I remember the 2nd plane hitting the tower. And not believing what I was seeing. Then we changed classes, I went from America History to CLSP, which was a space class. The teacher also had the TV, about this time is when news was hitting that a plane had hit the Pentagon. This is when it got really real for us. Students started to cry not knowing if there parents that worked in the Pentagon are OK. Cell Phones were just really starting out. Laurel had a strict no cell phone policy that was lifted at least in my class. We were passing phones around to try to reach our parents. Even if they didn't work in the pentagon, just to talk to them and tell them we Love them. Then I remember Dan Dodds pager going off, with the all call for the volunteer fire fighters. He got up and left. I felt helpless. I felt like I wanted to do something. That is what drove me to LVRS. Then the calls for students to go to the office. Some of these students had parents at the Pentagon. Kids freaking out crying in the hallway. Then the decision to dismiss school early. I remember not want to go home. I wanted to go anywhere else but home, I didn't want to be by myself. I went to Anthony's house. And we watched together the events on tv. His mom worked in the Capital. She got home early and was telling us the events. She saw the plane that ended up hitting the pentagon. She told us, it looked like it was meant for the Capital but just couldn't make the turn. She said they had just been evacuated when the plane went by she could see people in the windows that is how close the plane was. I will never forget this day. This day help mold me into the person I am today.

I want everyone to look back on that day. I am not sure if we were divided has a country like we are today before 9/11. But I do know one thing 9/11 brought us together. We were not white, brown, black, purple that day. We were all Americans on 9/11. It truly hurts me to see our wonderful country so divided on many major issues. Sometimes we need to let the issues go and remember that we are all Americans. We need to come together as One. #9/11/01 #NEVERFORGETNEVERFORGIVE #343

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1 hour ago, Riggo-toni said:

I was working in Midtown Manhattan.

I wasn't sure when I would go back to work. I took off the next day off, but decided I should go back the second day.  One of the most gut-wrenching moments of my life hit me out of the blue like a ton of bricks. The bus curving around,  just as it did every day to turn into the Lincoln tunnel, and suddenly there was nothing but a pillar of smoke where the Towers had once stood. I'm not an emotional guy, but I started choking up. I looked around, and everybody on the bus was tearing up. 

Good grief.  I'm thankful you're both here.:)

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Late to this, but I still think about my dad, who worked at the Pentagon at the time. Was supposed to be at work that day but had to take care of other important business.

 

Had he not done that, I'd have been commemorating the 15th anniversary of when I lost him, because his office was among those that was a near direct hit. Co-worker of his dead. Brought home his charred business card that still reeked of jet fuel. I was just a 13 year old  kid, but even I knew the magnitude of what had happened. I've never known absolute raw fear and uncertainty like I did that day. Hopefully I never have that feeling again.

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http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2016/09/were-the-only-plane-in-the-sky-214230

Great article about the day as told from first person accounts by the people with George W. Bush that fateful day. A lot of it is about when he was stuck on air force one and secret service wouldn't allow him back to DC. 

‘We’re the Only Plane in the Sky’

Karl Rove: I watched the fighters and I realized this was no ceremonial escort—this was the last line of defense in case there was a MANPAD [surface-to-air missile] on the approach to Washington. They were going to put themselves between Air Force One and whatever the threat was.

Read more: http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2016/09/were-the-only-plane-in-the-sky-214230#ixzz4KGAGN3ig 
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