I'm going to chime in here; as such all I say is my own perspective, but is deeply felt, granted my own perspective, but I expect to change no ones mind here.
I don't know where anyone found themselves on the morning of 9/11. I however know EXACTLY where I found myself. I was driving to school with my dad. I remember it as clear as yesterday.I lived in a suburb of the local metro, on this particular day we decided to take a detour. For some reason on this day, the fates decided that I was to be late for school. Class started at 8am, yet at 745(+/-) I was stuck in heavy traffic with my father; this is central time and when the first plane hit. I don't know how many people can say this but I know I can, I know exactly where I was when the first plane hit the first tower.
My first thought as the radio interrupted my "half assed morning show", this was no accident. A plane had apperantly crashed into one of the buildings of the world trade center, in fucking broad daylight in a clear morning sky. Again I vividly remember My first words to my father; This was no accident. Working within all the information provided it was the run of the mill day in Ny, a Clear Sky; this is backed up by the video footage of the initial crash. Working with the first press reports of the morning it was a brief piece; somehow a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers. Amazing.
Again I know this means dick to absolutely anyone here, but I found myself amazed. I was going to school from a far sothern subarb of my Twin Cities. After the initial moment of impact I remember my father asking me if I wanted to go to school, I said absolutely not. As such I found myself not going to school, but rather getting dropped off at my mothers house in Saint Paul. For some reason on this day my mother was running behind, a women who was a completely competent employee, never late. As I went upstairs in my mothers house I heard her calling to me, "Did you hear what happened", obviously I acknowledged her as I turned on the set in my room.
It was amazing to watch what happened over the next few hours unfold. I explicitly remember her talking to me, in the midst of brushing her teeth. This a woman who is devout catholic; accepting that I wasn't going to school, she told me to consider going to my local church to offer a few prayers. Brushing her off, I remember no sooner then her suggestion, I remember the first tower falling. This unfolded infront of me. I remember the plume of smoke that expanded upon the sky, not much later I remember yelling to her as the second tower collasped. Wow.
I can't give anyone any prove here as to what exactly happened, I just remember what happenend. I remember the initial radio feed. I remember the initial footage of Bush being told what happened. I intently watched the entire story unfold before my eyes that day.
As such this day was one of the most pivotal days in my life. It is the reason that I am currently pursuing my degree at school in Political Science. Had I not been the age of 16 I would've pursued a career directly in the military. However fate choose this was not my path.
One can throw out any theory regarding what happenened they want. The reality is that Two Planes hit two buildings of the world trade center, one hit the pentagon, and one crashed before it could do no harm.
I don't know how you want to twist it. But to me, when people such as OBL rep it, it seems most plausible to work within historical fact and context, rather then brew up some conspiracy theory. (sarcasm) Granted all jews suck and are evil, I don't know if the Moussad was able to pull this off, there is too much evidence supporting the notion of OBL, Al Qeada, and their goal to attack America.
I hope this rant makes sense. one.
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