Posted by Ronnie on September 16, 2001 at 18:11:12:
In Reply to: It All Comes Home ... posted by Rich/Mohican Press on September 16, 2001 at 07:13:35:
Hello, Rich, Elaine and family...
I heard the other day that Dominick is OK. It was true joy!
Our next door neighbor, Herman, is missing (a father of 2)...The family gathers every day and waits. They've gone into the city searching, but have only returned broken-hearted. To watch them and speak with them are among the most sorrowful experiences of my life...He had a meeting on the 103rd floor of the south tower at 8:00 am. After the first plane hit all in the meeting began evacuating. The men in the meeting with him were able to exit the building. As he was descending the stairs with his secretary, he stopped to help an injured woman on the 79th floor. I don't know if this was before or after his building was hit. She is doing fine in a hospital right now. His secretary is also OK. He stopped to help others even as he was in peril. But Herman has not been seen or heard from since. He is a man that's straight as an arrow, virtuous in every way. This is the kind of person that was taken out on Tuesday. I have so much to say, as we all do.......My own experience is similar to yours, Rich. More another day......
One experience I'd like to share with you now......In the evening, I decided to take the children down Meadowbook Parkway toward the beach so they would have a real view of this tragic event in world history burned into their memory. We parked on the side of the road with a clear view of the Manhattan skyline about 20 miles away. We pan from north to south taking in the familar skyline. We scan past the Empire State Building, Chrysler Building, a gap of smaller buildings rising to the cluster at the southern tip of Manhattan, all silhouetted by the setting sun. In the center of the cluster a huge plume of smoke is billowing furiously still, although it is 10 hours since the first explosion. The familiar towers are gone.........The gray/white smoke settles into a flat, soft cloud reaching south to the horizon. The sun is setting, hanging very low in the sky squeezing between the death cloud and the metallic sea, changing the cloud to a deep purple, spectacularly beautiful as ever. In the foreground is a marshy bay, with sea gulls bobbing on the surface. One flutters off the surface and glides serenely, cutting the air just off the surface. The television images of the planes cutting into the towers flashes in my mind. I cannot comprehend the juxtaposition of such beauty and horror. The picture is burned into me.
Rich, I cannot beleive such ABSOLUTE EVIL has spread into my own backyard. Pray to God that we all are better for it in the end and all have not perished in vain. Love to all! -Ronnie
: Waking up to a beautifully clear morning, who would have thought? It was simply a new day. An unknown identity arrives at work somewhere up around the 93rd floor of Tower One, World Trade Center. Settling in at his/her desk, perhaps pouring a cup of coffee, he/she gazes out the window and marvels at the splendor of it all. From near the top of the tallest building, in the largest city, in the greatest Nation, he/she is practically on top of the World. But, it probably isn't even thought of. It's a day much like any other. Suddenly, between sips of coffee, an object is seen bearing down on the building. As it rapidly approaches, it quickly becomes identifiable as a large jet. The roar becomes deafening. Glass shatters. Steel bends. Flame bursts out everywhere. Flesh is ripped apart & shredded. It all happens in a fleeting moment. How much of that was actually absorbed by the human mind, no one will ever know.
: It was September, 11. 9-11. Should we have been surprised?
: Similarly, my day began in much the same way. It was an absolutely gorgeous Tuesday morning here in western North Carolina ... clear, blue skies, low humidity ... Little did I know what lay ahead this day. Arriving at the Post Office for work at 8AM, one of the Rural Carriers walked by me and said, "Happy 911 Day!" "Huh?" I wasn't even thinking of that, but after he made me aware, I chuckled.
: It was 9:15AM and I was working the window, as I normally am at that hour. A customer came in to mail a couple of packages. "Did you hear what happened in NYC?" she asked. I shook my head. "They think a missle hit the World Trade Center!" she exclaimed. "What?!?" Another customer came in during this exchange. "No," he said. "It was a plane."
: I rationalized. Having lived in that area for nearly 40 years, I knew small planes & helicopters flew around there all the time. Obviously, one ventured too close & clipped a wing. A tragedy, but no big deal ... in light of the truth to come.
: A few minutes later, another customer came in. "Two jets crashed into the World Trade Center!!!!" "My, how stories grow!" I thought.
: But, he was serious. He told me the story. I went in the back, and as carriers were calmly casing their mail, I informed everyone of what I had heard. I don't think anyone took it all that seriously. Either did I, for that matter. This just couldn't be.
: Shortly later, I was called to the phone. It was Elaine. "Do you know what's happening?" she asked. "Yeah, a plane or something hit the World Trade Center." "Two jets ... now they've hit the Pentagon." "Ok, I gotta go." I had to get back to the customers. Suddenly, it hit me. A chill ran through my body like no other I've ever experienced as the realization that America was being attacked ran through me. Excusing myself from a customer, I went in the back again, and announced what I knew. This time, a grim hush spread through the building. Everyone stopped what they were doing ...
: I tried to return to work, but the chill wouldn't go away. Then, the realization that SOMEONE I knew worked in the WTC struck me. I couldn't think of who ... I called Elaine back ... "Yes, my brother, Domenick. He called to say he was ok but then the phone went dead." I could hear the restrained fear in her voice. "Oh my God!" Then, in the background, I could hear my son screaming, "Come look at this! It's coming down!" I closed out my cash drawer and went home to be with Elaine.
: I walked in the house in time to see the second tower crumble to the ground.
: I sat there in stunned silence and tried to take it all in. That was the city I was born in ... my hometown. I had been in those buildings, walked below them in their great shadow. How many people must've been killed?
: Reports of a 4th plane were heard. Then, a crash. My first reaction was that our jet fighters had shot it down, but as time passed, there was no report of this. I thought of how it could've come down. Obviously, a field in rural Pennsylvania couldn't have been its intended target. I thought of a passenger uprising. It must be. The people on that flight will go down as heroes, and they will deserve every accolade that comes their way. For unless the "black" boxes indicate some coincidental malfunction, surely that is what happened.
: My life will never be the same. I will never see things in quite the same way ... ever.
: For the first time in my life, I can feel good about my Country's military actions ... whatever they may be down the road. I remember, back in the Vietnam days, thinking, even as I protested against it, that I surely would feel differently if we were under attack. And that is what has happened. America, my home, was attacked. My fellow citizens, were killed, on our own soil.
: It still hasn't completely sunk in, but I know this ... if we could go through the measures we have over the years - during my lifetime -to defend OTHER countries' borders & freedoms, than we can do no less for ourselves ... and hopefully, a lot more. Restraint & warnings have obviously done no good. It is time to act with a strong & unrelenting hand. To do less would allow the thousands who have perished to have died in vain. We must make their deaths worthwhile, even as we prevent more innocents from perishing. This is a "Remember Goliad! Remember the Alamo!" situation. It will not end by turning the other cheek. History shows us ... the Middle East is THE hot bed of unrest in the World - through all of recorded history. Terrorism, against the U.S., has escalated in severity through the past decades. What is next? I don't want to find out!
: Some of you may remember me saying on this very Board that I wasn't voting in the past Presidential election. I thought then that both candidates were "morons." I no longer feel that way. President Bush, I believe, may be just the right man for this time. He is surrounded by competent veterans of the Gulf War. He showed me something that no other President has ever showed me - in my lifetime - genuine emotion and depth of feeling. He has my support. I am prepared to make whatever sacrifices the citizenry of this country are called upon to make. I will do so gleefully, no matter what they are. This is a War for Justice.
: A few other notes in reference to comments made here ...
: To Seamus ... For the first time in my life, I could REALLY feel what the settlers on our early frontier must have felt. Even before you posted that, I had thought about that. It is easy now to understand, from the perspective of the European settlers, why they acted as they did. The difference there though, and this is a subject for discussion at a later date, is that the Indian people - though the settlers/colonials obviously saw it differently - were home. They, too, must have felt what we felt on 9-11-01.
: To Doc ... I understand your point of view. Like I said, this is the first military action our country has undertaken in my lifetime that I will wholeheartedly support without guilt. Even the Gulf War, I thought, turned into little more than War Games for our troops. Ironically, those "games" might prove most useful right now!
: To Vince ... Domenick, the brother-in-law who escaped from the World Trade Center with his life, is married to an Armenian woman, born & raised in Egypt. Another brother-in-law of mine is married to a woman from Lebanon. Though there have been, and probably will be more, incidents like you describe, I believe we, the American People, are, for the most part, well above that.
: To Bill & Kate & NightSky, you have decided to leave here, but still you extended your well-wishes to Elaine, either here or privately in E-mail, or both ... Thank you!
: To Doc & Chris & Bea ... The door was never closed. I said from the beginning, all are welcome. It seems trivial now, and maybe it is, but these things - all things in our lives - will one day take on importance again. I think. But, the door is always open. And I hope, as you do.
: To Petra ... very moving link. I cried ... again ... as I looked over those pictures.
: To all of you ... As was the case here, these tragedies may directly hit home. I still fear that SOMEONE I knew - someone I went to school with; someone I worked with - will be among the dead when all the names are eventually known. Stay strong. Keep praying. Stick together.
: For me, I say again, I am forever changed. September 11, 2001 is a date I will never forget. The images, the shock, the sorrow, the anger ... will never leave me. I don't want it to. I don't want to forget. Ever.
: It WAS a new day!
: PS - Forgive any typos ... I only hurriedly proof read this!