It's hard not to reminisce about September 11, 2001 this time of year. I was scanning HBO last week sometime and saw "Incredibly Close & Extraordinarily Loud" was on so I decided to watch it again, even though I knew I'd end up crying. Sure as shit, I'm crying much of the movie and then my wife gets home and she's crying too. I love movies based on true stories though. It's fucking impossible to imagine being in those buildings, or in the planes, or knowing someone who was, or being a first responder. Even now, makes me tear up thinking about it. People who's best option to live is jump from a 100 story building, wrap your fucking mind around that.
I'll never forget where I was. I worked as an electrician at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. I was sitting in my car waiting for the van to come to where we had to park and take us to the barracks we were working on. Guy on the radio says that a plane has flown into a building in NYC. My first reaction is, dumbass. I assumed it was some guy in a little 2 man airplane and he screwed up and hit the building. Never occurred to me what actually happened and would transpire. I want to say around 10ish MT it was all over the news what was going on and all of us civilians were being escorted of the Air Force Academy. My brother worked their as well and we went to his house and watched in awe, the television footage.
Nothing more. No political shit. No racist shit. Innocent people died, and the idea that people use it to further their agenda is a fucking travesty. RIP to all who lost their lives, NEVER FORGET
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