Today is 9/11

oldman

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Yesterday afternoon, I watched the movie "United 93", which is about the incident when United flight 93 took a nose dive into the ground here in PA. It was the first time that I could bring myself to watch that particular movie. The pilot that day was my friend and instructor on the Boeing 757/767 and who lived in Denver, Captain Jason Dahl. I stayed at Jason's home a few times when I was laid over in Denver. Jason and his beautiful wife Sandy were gracious enough to invite me to stay at their home, which was about 20 miles from Denver. It allowed Jason and I to talk shop. The man was a walking training manual on the planes that I flew and I used to really enjoy picking his brain.

Ironically, Jason had switched flights with another pilot that day, so he could have a day off the following week. He was planning to take his wife to Paris to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. I had also flown that flight a few times previously. The flight left Newark and was flying non-stop to San Francisco, but was taken over by terrorists while in the air. They were turned around while over Cleveland and it is thought that they were heading for the Capitol. This flight is the only one of the four planes that did not reach its target. I am guessing that it would have had about 38,000 pounds or about 6000 or so gallons of jet fuel in its tanks at the time of the crash. No doubt about it that had it hit the Capitol, the building and everyone in it would have gone up in flames. I was very fortunate on that day because I was not scheduled to fly. If I remember correctly, all aircraft that was in the skies was ordered to land ASAP around noon on that day.

I hope that everyone joins with me in remembering all of the heroes on that day. So many wonderful people died on this day in 2001 and has now become a day that will be remembered for all to read about in history books. It is a day that everyone will remember what they were doing when they heard the news that the U.S. was under attack by terrorists.

BTW, one last note. Jason's wife, Sandy died about 10 years later due to toxic poisoning brought on by taking pain and anti-depressant pills combined with alcohol. It is believed that she sunk into a very depressive state after 9/11. I had spoken with her a few times post 9/11 and I never knew that she was on any medications. She never shared that with me.
 

it was a horrific event here in nyc . i remember it like it was yesterday .

but the one issue i have is that while hero's are always hero's when they react in certain fashion helping others i do find the fact that we keep bringing up and immortalizing the victims in a way that is slighting to anyone else who lost a loved one in an accident that should never have happened .

my feeling is the manner in which you died ,unless it was some heroic act is worth no more or less immortalizing it than any other life that is lost through other means daily yet all the other lives are swept under the rug as meaningless in comparison . is a life more important to rember because they died due to a terrorist act than the tens of thousands being shot and killed in a local robbery or accident ?

i just feel reading off every name of someone killed who was not a first responder and just there because they happen to be there is on even keel with all the good people we lose every year by other means.

after 9/11 funds were set up and given to victims . where were the funds for the first wtc victims back in the 1990's , or those who died in horrific accidents . were their lives less important ?

but this is just my opinion .
 
oldman - condolences on the loss of your friend and then his wife.

mathjak - while what you say is very logical, the extra compassion we feel for the 9/11 victims isn't driven by logic. Virtually all of us shared in the 9/11 event as it unfolded, and it took several hours to do so. For the original wtc attack or the OKC attack, we didn't not see it happen or share in the horror.
 
Yesterday afternoon, I watched the movie "United 93", which is about the incident when United flight 93 took a nose dive into the ground here in PA. It was the first time that I could bring myself to watch that particular movie. The pilot that day was my friend and instructor on the Boeing 757/767 and who lived in Denver, Captain Jason Dahl. I stayed at Jason's home a few times when I was laid over in Denver. Jason and his beautiful wife Sandy were gracious enough to invite me to stay at their home, which was about 20 miles from Denver. It allowed Jason and I to talk shop. The man was a walking training manual on the planes that I flew and I used to really enjoy picking his brain.

Ironically, Jason had switched flights with another pilot that day, so he could have a day off the following week. He was planning to take his wife to Paris to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. I had also flown that flight a few times previously. The flight left Newark and was flying non-stop to San Francisco, but was taken over by terrorists while in the air. They were turned around while over Cleveland and it is thought that they were heading for the Capitol. This flight is the only one of the four planes that did not reach its target. I am guessing that it would have had about 38,000 pounds or about 6000 or so gallons of jet fuel in its tanks at the time of the crash. No doubt about it that had it hit the Capitol, the building and everyone in it would have gone up in flames. I was very fortunate on that day because I was not scheduled to fly. If I remember correctly, all aircraft that was in the skies was ordered to land ASAP around noon on that day.

I hope that everyone joins with me in remembering all of the heroes on that day. So many wonderful people died on this day in 2001 and has now become a day that will be remembered for all to read about in history books. It is a day that everyone will remember what they were doing when they heard the news that the U.S. was under attack by terrorists.

BTW, one last note. Jason's wife, Sandy died about 10 years later due to toxic poisoning brought on by taking pain and anti-depressant pills combined with alcohol. It is believed that she sunk into a very depressive state after 9/11. I had spoken with her a few times post 9/11 and I never knew that she was on any medications. She never shared that with me.

Very sorry to hear about your friend and his wife. That makes today even more painful for you I'm sure.
When I look back over 15 years, I can't believe how quickly the time seems to have passed. So much has happened in our world.
So many parts of that terrible day are etched in my mind. I was working in Boston in a building directly across the harbor from Logan Airport. I had driven into town that day and my parking lot was along Boston Harbor. The morning was a blur of calls and emails with my wife before we were ordered out of the building. All the tall buildings in Boston were evacuated. I recall the sirens going non stop in the city that morning as I walked back to my car across the bridge. What I remember most about that walk, surrounded by hundreds of people was the silence. No one spoke. The planes were no longer taking off from Logan at that point; the sky was empty and so crystal clear. I remember it took me nearly three hours to get home due to all the traffic in the city trying to leave at once. I remember at one point once I was home, going outside to get away from the coverage. I remember we set the VCRs on record all day, but I've never watched them. Still, I can't throw them out.

As horrible as the day was, when you think about the aftermath of war and the rise of terrorism around the world, it just makes me wish for a simpler, kinder, gentler time.
 
Very sorry to hear about your friend and his wife. That makes today even more painful for you I'm sure.
When I look back over 15 years, I can't believe how quickly the time seems to have passed. So much has happened in our world.
So many parts of that terrible day are etched in my mind. I was working in Boston in a building directly across the harbor from Logan Airport. I had driven into town that day and my parking lot was along Boston Harbor. The morning was a blur of calls and emails with my wife before we were ordered out of the building. All the tall buildings in Boston were evacuated. I recall the sirens going non stop in the city that morning as I walked back to my car across the bridge. What I remember most about that walk, surrounded by hundreds of people was the silence. No one spoke. The planes were no longer taking off from Logan at that point; the sky was empty and so crystal clear. I remember it took me nearly three hours to get home due to all the traffic in the city trying to leave at once. I remember at one point once I was home, going outside to get away from the coverage. I remember we set the VCRs on record all day, but I've never watched them. Still, I can't throw them out.

As horrible as the day was, when you think about the aftermath of war and the rise of terrorism around the world, it just makes me wish for a simpler, kinder, gentler time.
I feel ya Bob, it's heartbreaking.
 
I remember being in a world history class of all places. You know that space head feeling when your thoughts are more on what trivial stuff than what's going on around you? I remember walking through the student center and people glued to the overhead TV monitors. My most pressing thought was I was still nursing my daughter and had a half hour drive to get home and feed her.

I got to the parking lot. By now the milk was overflowing to wetting my shirt. But it was weird, usually the lot was full mid morning. Now there was a mass exodus in front of me. I stopped some guy and asked what was going on. He said they had bombed New York and Washington. Prone to panic attacks anyway, that drive home almost sent me over the edge.

One of the saddest personal things for me was comforting best buddy. He was very close to Father Judge...for weeks there was the iconic picture of them carrying his body out...The blessing was that BB's husband worked near the financial district but managed to join the group walking over the bridge. It took until the middle of the following night to get home but he did.
 

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