Remembering 9/11

mig0s

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RIP to everyone affected...

Y'all remember what were you doing when it happened? I was in 6th grade and teacher told us something horrible happened and we were all sent home. When i watched the news and understood what happened, i didnt speak to my arab friends for a week
 
I was eating pizza for breakfast and turned on the TV just as the second plane hit. Thought it was some low budget 80's movie. Nope, CNN.
 
j'étais en secondaire 2. On nous a retourné chez nous et j'ai écouté ça en boucle pendant des jours...
 
je rentrais dans le cours d’économie familiale..pis comme les autres ils nous on renvoyer chez nous...c'est fou pareil en y repensent...voir que c'est arriver. C'etais sur-realiste
 
Was in an english class in secondaire 3. Thought our teacher was fucking with us when he announced the news to the class.
 
J'étais au cégep j'allais rejoindre des amis au café étudiant pis j'ai vu ça live sur les tvs de l'école. Ensuite j'avais un cour sur l'histoire de la civilisation occidentale et le prof trouvait ça weird de parler d'histoire quand une page d'histoire s'écrivait live devant nous.. alors on a écouté la TV et suivi les événements avec le prof comme cour.
 
J'étais au secondaire, dans mon cours de gym. On a pas fait de gym, on a écouté la TV lol....idem pour tous les cours qui ont suivi.
 
5e année, le prof faisait de son mieux pour nous expliquer, mais à cette age là on comprenais pas à quel point ca allais changer le monde (en fait je savais à peine ce qu'était le world trade center)
 
Read this article published on 9/12/01 (EDIT!) by Hunter S Thompson.

http://proxy.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?id=1250751

FEAR AND LOATHING IN AMERICA
By Hunter S. Thompson
Page 2 columnist

It was just after dawn in Woody Creek, Colo., when the first plane hit the World Trade Center in New York City on Tuesday morning, and as usual I was writing about sports. But not for long. Football suddenly seemed irrelevant, compared to the scenes of destruction and utter devastation coming out of New York on TV.


Even ESPN was broadcasting war news. It was the worst disaster in the history of the United States, including Pearl Harbor, the San Francisco earthquake and probably the Battle of Antietam in 1862, when 23,000 were slaughtered in one day.
The Battle of the World Trade Center lasted about 99 minutes and cost 20,000 lives in two hours (according to unofficial estimates as of midnight Tuesday). The final numbers, including those from the supposedly impregnable Pentagon, across the Potomac River from Washington, likely will be higher. Anything that kills 300 trained firefighters in two hours is a world-class disaster.
And it was not even Bombs that caused this massive damage. No nuclear missiles were launched from any foreign soil, no enemy bombers flew over New York and Washington to rain death on innocent Americans. No. It was four commercial jetliners.
They were the first flights of the day from American and United Airlines, piloted by skilled and loyal U.S. citizens, and there was nothing suspicious about them when they took off from Newark, N.J., and Dulles in D.C. and Logan in Boston on routine cross-country flights to the West Coast with fully-loaded fuel tanks -- which would soon explode on impact and utterly destroy the world-famous Twin Towers of downtown Manhattan's World Trade Center. Boom! Boom! Just like that.
The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace in Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now -- with somebody -- and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives.
It will be a Religious War, a sort of Christian Jihad, fueled by religious hatred and led by merciless fanatics on both sides. It will be guerilla warfare on a global scale, with no front lines and no identifiable enemy. Osama bin Laden may be a primitive "figurehead" -- or even dead, for all we know -- but whoever put those All-American jet planes loaded with All-American fuel into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon did it with chilling precision and accuracy. The second one was a dead-on bullseye. Straight into the middle of the skyscraper.
Nothing -- even George Bush's $350 billion "Star Wars" missile defense system -- could have prevented Tuesday's attack, and it cost next to nothing to pull off. Fewer than 20 unarmed Suicide soldiers from some apparently primitive country somewhere on the other side of the world took out the World Trade Center and half the Pentagon with three quick and costless strikes on one day. The efficiency of it was terrifying.
We are going to punish somebody for this attack, but just who or what will be blown to smithereens for it is hard to say. Maybe Afghanistan, maybe Pakistan or Iraq, or possibly all three at once. Who knows? Not even the Generals in what remains of the Pentagon or the New York papers calling for WAR seem to know who did it or where to look for them.
This is going to be a very expensive war, and Victory is not guaranteed -- for anyone, and certainly not for anyone as baffled as George W. Bush. All he knows is that his father started the war a long time ago, and that he, the goofy child-President, has been chosen by Fate and the global Oil industry to finish it Now. He will declare a National Security Emergency and clamp down Hard on Everybody, no matter where they live or why. If the guilty won't hold up their hands and confess, he and the Generals will ferret them out by force.
Good luck. He is in for a profoundly difficult job -- armed as he is with no credible Military Intelligence, no witnesses and only the ghost of Bin Laden to blame for the tragedy.
OK. It is 24 hours later now, and we are not getting much information about the Five Ws of this thing.
The numbers out of the Pentagon are baffling, as if Military Censorship has already been imposed on the media. It is ominous. The only news on TV comes from weeping victims and ignorant speculators.
The lid is on. Loose Lips Sink Ships. Don't say anything that might give aid to The Enemy.
 
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3e année au primaire, mon père travaillait chez bombardier et est venu me chercher à l'école a l'heure du dîné pour éviter le traffic dans le rond point dorval !

Cette année je viens de finir mon DEC en sécurité incendie RIP à tout les pompiers et autres intervenants ainsi ue les personnes qui sont mortes cette journée
 
I was in John Abbott when it happened. I remember TV's set up in the Agora showing the news. I remember hearing what happened, and not really giving a shit. I'm not sure if that's because I didn't realise just how significant it was, or if it was because I felt America was getting a taste of their own medicine/ reaping what they sowed.
 
I was in history class sec. 4. Teacher announced what happened real quick [and no fucks were given by any students] and we went on with our class and day since it was of no great concern (apparently).
 
Cours d'histoire, secondaire 3, on en a parler un brin mais on a pas été retourné chez nous. Sa roulait en boucle au nouvelles le soir de toute manière.
 
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