Thursday, September 11, 2008

For the First Time...

this morning, I didn’t remember what happened about 8:30 a.m. a few years back at that time. I was late getting out of the house and didn’t think about it till about ten minutes to nine, about the time I was landing at the Newark airport that Tuesday.

If you want to read about what I saw and did that week, you can go to these links:

Part 1
Part 2 -- The Sheraton Prison
Part 3 -- Other Orphans
Part 4 -- Joe's Odyssey
Part 5 -- Coming Home.

If you just want to listen to a nice song, you can go here.

And though he doesn’t read the blog regularly, Happy Birthday middle brother!

1 comment:

Wendy said...

I am glad to see this BLOG I was a bit shocked when listening to the local news on T.V. station it took 7 local stories befor any mention of 9/11! The moment I woke up today I new the day and the emotions I had on that day. My husband was an armored truck driver(driving the streets of Tampa with millions of $$$) we had been married for two mths and he was still an active Navy reservist. With the shear panic of the event and not knowing what was going to happen next I was paralized in front of my T.V. For the next year we lived in fear of deployment until his enlisted time was done. Everytime the phone rang or an official letter came from the US Department of Naval Services showed up in our mail box we were sure he was going to be dragged into that mess. Thank God his department of expertise was not really needed for a land war.

But with great sadness I realize this country is forgetting or at least forgetting thousands of people were killed on US land by enemy acts. Although many events surround this day, few were front page news. Our local news papaers had feature stories about sporting events. I am sure the families of people who died that day woke up remembering.