Do you remember where you were on 9.11.01?
Have too many in our nation forgotten?
I have not forgotten and will always remember.
Twelve years ago individuals attacked our nation; we now know them as islamic extremist al qaeda Terrorists. Sense 9.11.01 many terrorist attempts have been thwarted, but others have not.
On 11.5.09 Nidal Hasan, an islamic extremist Terrorist with al qaeda ties murdered 13 people and wounded more than 30 others at Fort Hood.
On 9.11.12 islamic extremist Terrorist with al qaeda ties attacked the American Consulate in Benghazi Libya, the call was made for assistance, but the call was not answered. Sean Smith, Glen Doherty, Tyrone Woods, and U.S. Ambassador Christopher Stevens were brutally murdered. The Obama Administration blamed a “video” for the attack for weeks. To date, justice has not been served.
On 4.15.13 two brothers, with islamic extremist al qaeda Terrorist ties, planted a bomb at the Boston Marathon killing 3 people and injuring over 250 others.
Tonight, on the eve of the twelfth anniversary of 9.11, I listened to Obama attempt to sway the American people to support and aid the Syrian militant rebels, a group who has begun a civil war against its dictator and government, who has been linked directly with islamic extremist al qaeda terrorists, who has killed innocent women, children and men, and who now claims that their dictator has used chemical weapons against them. In Syria, there are no allies for the American people and there are no “good guys” with our nations values. Is it possible that Assad has used chemical weapons? Yes. Is it possible that the Syrian militant rebels have also used chemical weapons? Yes. And Obama wants us to watch a “video” to justify his aiding an organization with islamic extremist al qaeda links and to kill more people. Yes, it’s a video again.
Has our nation forgotten? I have not and will not.
Flash Back to 9.11.01
The following is my account of that day.
It was a beautiful morning in Boston and I was off on another business trip. Upon arrival to the Logan Airport I ran into many friends and colleagues – it’s a small world and it seems even smaller in airports. I remember one friend in particular; I had met him the previous year during an interview. I remember thinking he was brilliant and I pondered if I had made a mistake not taking that job. We joked and he said it wasn’t too late to change my flight and fly to San Francisco for a “power” conference. It was tempting and I’m blessed that I did not change my plans.
A great morning continued with an automatic upgrade to first class, I even refused to allow the rudeness of the man sitting next to me impact my day. Our flight was second in position to take off, right behind American Airlines Flight 11 and before United Flight 175. It was a crystal clear morning as I watched the other planes out the window, instead of watching the aggravated man next to me.
I sat and attempted to review my schedule for the Networld + Interop conference, but I began to have an uneasy feeling that I could not shake. The rude individual next to me was making my uneasy feeling worse. The pilot announced, “It’s a clear day and we are just passing over Manhattan. If you look out the window you will see….” His voice trailed off as I stared out my window in shock. I saw that a plane had just hit The World Trade Center Tower and smoke was starting to bellow into the air. I turned to say something to my fellow passenger only to see an odd smile and hear him say, “It’s a great day for America” as he got up and went into the bathroom. I wanted to throw up and I felt my body tense. I turned and continued to stare out the window.
What took place next is discombobulated in my head. A series of announcements from a pilot who was clearly in shock and the report of a second jet hitting The World Trade Center took place next. Then something snapped within me and I began reflecting upon my life. Memories of my father’s teachings about our Country, his service, my America and our countries history flooded my mind. I felt my core wrench in disbelief as I realized our nation was being attacked.
My plane circled for hours, I was stuck and felt helpless.
Upon landing, security escorted everyone off the flight and I learned we were the last plane to land that afternoon. The Atlanta Airport was eerily empty and quiet. I turned to an overhead television and learned the American Airline Flight 11 that had left Boston right before me and the United Flight 175 that had left Boston right after me, had hit the twin towers. Another plane had flown into the Pentagon and a fourth had crashed in Pennsylvania. I sat and wept. The realization of friends lost that I had just smiled and talked with that morning and others that worked in the towers, swept over me. Waves of anger, guilt and grief swept over me as I continued to watch.
It took over a year for me to find the strength to visit Ground Zero and when I did, I wept again. Standing at that holy ground, I made peace with myself and finally felt calm.
To our troops, our first responders and those who suffered loss on 9.11.01, 11.05.09, 9.11.12, and 4.15.13 or from any other terrorist attack – I am at your service.
God Bless America and cast out all those who wish to destroy it.