To my patriots... This day in history

[ickyrica]

September 11 2001

What do you remember about this day? Do you remember your breakfast? What road you drove to work? Or what red lights fucked up your commute? Did you go to the gym that day or saddle up to a bar stool and throw a few back for your fallen countrymen?

Chances are the small details of that day are hard to come by. But chances of you knowing what you were doing and where you where when you found out about the attack are probably high. Most other details, in my head anyway, have faded away and are stained with the blood and tears of my fellow Americans.

I remember America banded together, as one. The thought of an outside entity causing our country harm made our collective blood boil. Now, we face the same outside enemy but with a new mask over it's face. Socialism and power has corrupted too many people. Free spoils for little to no effort is the fabled prize and it's your pound of flesh that's supposed to pay for it.

You people need to open your eyes. You people need to have an open heart and judge others based on action, not on words alone. Actions are what will galvanize our nation again, and we are watching those actions on our daily social media feeds. Domestic terrorists are around us feeding on the weak.

Our time to reclaim America is fast approaching. When the time is upon us you will know. It's not going to be defined as a shot heard round the world. It's going to be defined as an obliteration. A fast moving wave of patriotic death.

Be on the correct side of history. If you're not, there is no god to bless your wretched empty soul.

All of you that serve this country, in any true sense of the phrase, you have my respect and I'll be standing there shoulder to shoulder with arms in hand when the day comes.

Keep America Great 2020

Icky

 

[Silentlemon1011]

September 11 2001

What do you remember about this day? Do you remember your breakfast? What road you drove to work? Or what red lights fucked up your commute? Did you go to the gym that day or saddle up to a bar stool and throw a few back for your fallen countrymen?

Chances are the small details of that day are hard to come by. But chances of you knowing what you were doing and where you where when you found out about the attack are probably high. Most other details, in my head anyway, have faded away and are stained with the blood and tears of my fellow Americans.

I remember America banded together, as one. The thought of an outside entity causing our country harm made our collective blood boil. Now, we face the same outside enemy but with a new mask over it's face. Socialism and power has corrupted too many people. Free spoils for little to no effort is the fabled prize and it's your pound of flesh that's supposed to pay for it.

You people need to open your eyes. You people need to have an open heart and judge others based on action, not on words alone. Actions are what will galvanize our nation again, and we are watching those actions on our daily social media feeds. Domestic terrorists are around us feeding on the weak.

Our time to reclaim America is fast approaching. When the time is upon us you will know. It's not going to be defined as a shot heard round the world. It's going to be defined as an obliteration. A fast moving wave of patriotic death.

Be on the correct side of history. If you're not, there is no god to bless your wretched empty soul.

All of you that serve this country, in any true sense of the phrase, you have my respect and I'll be standing there shoulder to shoulder with arms in hand when the day comes.

Keep America Great 2020

Icky

Amen to this

I remember everything about that day.
Had no idea what was going on.

I'll be there if the time comes
That's for sure

 

[Melly Mel from hell]

I can close my eyes and play the tape in me head so clearly. I owned my own business at the time. A client came in the door and said theat a plane had flown into the tower. Minutes later, 20+ people, employees and clients were huddled around the television. Speechless we watched the footage. I remember thinking, how in the hell could a pilot make such a mistake. And then, the second plane hit and it was obvious it was an attack. I closed the business and sent everyone home immediately.

In reponse to your concern. The socialists will pry my Sig from my cold dead hands.

 

[Mac11wildcat]

I was sitting in 6th grade home room. Someone’s mom called the school. The TV in our room came on, and we were looking at the first tower’s plume of smoke. The second plane hit and they turned it off before the collapse.

I remember not feeling anything about it for days until some of the more photos personal photos of loss, the lifeless body, the falling man, the first responders covered in soot, bleeding, gasping for air.

As I shift to the majority of your post @ickyrica i want to remind everyone on “this” side that we don’t win with violence. Want to beg everyone to shift to civil conversation and logic until it’s time to spit on your hands and hoist the flag. I hope we never get there, I hope this country stops taking lives over internal politics. Wish for rationale conversation and assuming the best of your fellow man. We need to separate the use of Nazi, racist, communist, fascist from the vast majority of “normal” people supporting policy on the fringe of these shitty concepts and work to bring people to the middle.

The Glock and the AR stay loaded tho..

 

[biggerben69]

I lived about a 90 minute drive from the Towers for 35 yrs. I went to High School and played football with 2 men who died that day as they worked for a brokerage company in one of the Towers.
I knew Jim Greenleaf and his surviving brother Peter pretty well. Party on the weekends and Double Sessions with Jim in the Summer. Good kids from an upper middle class family. I can see both of them smiling, killing a free period in Sunshine Hallway or playing hackey sack next to the tennis courts.
They were very close and about 18 months apart in age.
Jim was thick and strong in the weight room. A lineman if I ever saw one. Peter was long and lanky and a standout running distance events on the track and cross country teams. We went to a private Catholic High School in Southeastern, CT.
Jim's passing really hit home a year or 2 after 9/11.
The Chaplain of our School who walked the sidelines during games and who is a friend to this day received his PHD from Clark U in Worcester, MA.
Father Gregoir Fluet is what I would call a Progressive member of the Clergy. Outspoken, and fair. He caught me trying to pass off a Term Paper as my own that a student wrote and was graded on the year prior in his Religion class that counted for 51% of our grade for the Semester.
He failed me(i earned that). I had to redo the paper that Summer and paint the Rectory with a couple of other knuckleheads in order to satisfy his requirements for Summer School.
My ex wife was a year behind me in High School. We were Sweethearts. My ex-wife has the dubious distinction of being the first female student to be Allowed to stay in school and take classes up until a few days before giving birth.
Before my ex the girls were either expelled or tutored at home at the families expense. The shame they brought the school and their families wasn't allowed to be on display in the form of a ready to pop preggo teen walking those hallowed hallways.

Father Fluet spoke up for my ex and supported her choice to not abort(its a sin, they say) and he believed it was time for change and supported her wishes to stay in school as long as possible and graduate with her class. My ex was an Honor Roll student who's biggest problem was her choice in boyfriends.
I went to a Prep School in ME to polish up my grades some as I wasn't an Honor Roll student and while I was a decent athlete with some potential I was also known drug dealer who was caught selling the kind bud in that HS's bathroom.
I came home most weekends to be with my pregnant girlfriend. I was in the delivery room when she gave birth to our oldest daughter. We have 2 girls and 2 boys together.

Father Fluet was still good with me throughout all that drama. He baptized all 4 of my children....blessed our first new home as a young family. To top it all off, he made the cross country trip to visit me in Federal Prison. We also exchanged emails during my stays inside. A funny and compassionate man.

My bad...9/11...There was a celebration/party for Father for his receiving his PHD. It was held in a big banquet room at Mohegan Sun Casino. Bishop Reilly was there. Guest Speaker was Senator Chris Dodd. Father was the leader of the Parish where the Senator worshiped.
My then wife and I were at the same table as Mr and Mrs Greenleaf. It was a year or 2 since Jim's murder at the hands of the Mass Murder's of 9/11. The pain those poor people had been feeling every day since that day was palpable. The sad eyes of proud parents who had to bury their first born son. A kid who made it and was making the big bucks and living the dream. Their widowed daughter in law was with them. She and Jim were still newly weds when he died and hadn't had time to start a family and give them the grandchildren they were supposed to have.
The word that describes what I saw in their eyes that night is "Tortured"...lost is another. I wept for them and for my friend that night. I'm welled up for them and all the other families right now. Never forget.

 

[Oldschool]

I was working at an oilfield company. The news came over the radio on C101 out of Corpus Christi. A co worker and I went to his house and watched it on tv. I called a recruiter the next day but a pre existing condition I had would not allow me to do anything ”special forces” wise so I passed. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

A civil war is brewing. Time for talk and negotiations is over. Nothing but pure, unbridled and vicious violence is needed. I wait patiently for the call. Prepared. Committed. Focused.

Nice post my friend.
NEVER FORGET.

 

[Melly Mel from hell]

I lived about a 90 minute drive from the Towers for 35 yrs. I went to High School and played football with 2 men who died that day as they worked for a brokerage company in one of the Towers.
I knew Jim Greenleaf and his surviving brother Peter pretty well. Party on the weekends and Double Sessions with Jim in the Summer. Good kids from an upper middle class family. I can see both of them smiling, killing a free period in Sunshine Hallway or playing hackey sack next to the tennis courts.
They were very close and about 18 months apart in age.
Jim was thick and strong in the weight room. A lineman if I ever saw one. Peter was long and lanky and a standout running distance events on the track and cross country teams. We went to a private Catholic High School in Southeastern, CT.
Jim's passing really hit home a year or 2 after 9/11.
The Chaplain of our School who walked the sidelines during games and who is a friend to this day received his PHD from Clark U in Worcester, MA.
Father Gregoir Fluet is what I would call a Progressive member of the Clergy. Outspoken, and fair. He caught me trying to pass off a Term Paper as my own that a student wrote and was graded on the year prior in his Religion class that counted for 51% of our grade for the Semester.
He failed me(i earned that). I had to redo the paper that Summer and paint the Rectory with a couple of other knuckleheads in order to satisfy his requirements for Summer School.
My ex wife was a year behind me in High School. We were Sweethearts. My ex-wife has the dubious distinction of being the first female student to be Allowed to stay in school and take classes up until a few days before giving birth.
Before my ex the girls were either expelled or tutored at home at the families expense. The shame they brought the school and their families wasn't allowed to be on display in the form of a ready to pop preggo teen walking those hallowed hallways.

Father Fluet spoke up for my ex and supported her choice to not abort(its a sin, they say) and he believed it was time for change and supported her wishes to stay in school as long as possible and graduate with her class. My ex was an Honor Roll student who's biggest problem was her choice in boyfriends.
I went to a Prep School in ME to polish up my grades some as I wasn't an Honor Roll student and while I was a decent athlete with some potential I was also known drug dealer who was caught selling the kind bud in that HS's bathroom.
I came home most weekends to be with my pregnant girlfriend. I was in the delivery room when she gave birth to our oldest daughter. We have 2 girls and 2 boys together.

Father Fluet was still good with me throughout all that drama. He baptized all 4 of my children....blessed our first new home as a young family. To top it all off, he made the cross country trip to visit me in Federal Prison. We also exchanged emails during my stays inside. A funny and compassionate man.

My bad...9/11...There was a celebration/party for Father for his receiving his PHD. It was held in a big banquet room at Mohegan Sun Casino. Bishop Reilly was there. Guest Speaker was Senator Chris Dodd. Father was the leader of the Parish where the Senator worshiped.
My then wife and I were at the same table as Mr and Mrs Greenleaf. It was a year or 2 since Jim's murder at the hands of the Mass Murder's of 9/11. The pain those poor people had been feeling every day since that day was palpable. The sad eyes of proud parents who had to bury their first born son. A kid who made it and was making the big bucks and living the dream. Their widowed daughter in law was with them. She and Jim were still newly weds when he died and hadn't had time to start a family and give them the grandchildren they were supposed to have.
The word that describes what I saw in their eyes that night is "Tortured"...lost is another. I wept for them and for my friend that night. I'm welled up for them and all the other families right now. Never forget.

How's it goin BB.

 

[DrinkFlintWater]

Well said @ickyrica

Prayers to all my fallen battle buddies. Prayers to all of them still dealing with the emotional aftermath to this day. Prayers to all that couldn't go on anymore, mentally and physically. I met some of the greatest guys in my life while I was in the Army. Props to SFC W.B outta Texas who kept me sane throughout it all!

 

[Oldschool]

Well said @ickyrica

Prayers to all my fallen battle buddies. Prayers to all of them still dealing with the emotional aftermath to this day. Prayers to all that couldn't go on anymore, mentally and physically. I met some of the greatest guys in my life while I was in the Army. Props to SFC W.B outta Texas who kept me sane throughout it all!

Thank you Flint for your sacrifices.

 

[Sp2.0]

Always remember 11 Sept 2001
Always remember 11 Sept 2012

 

[Whopperflopper]

I can't believe it was 19 years ago. My heart goes out to those that lost their lives that day, and the days afterward. I hope Bin Laden is secreted in some underground bunker and being "waterboarded" daily. Time to get out the maps and metal detectors, and do some digging.....

 

[killionb12]

I was sitting on my couch eating breakfast and watching the live news as the 2nd plane hit tower 2. I was suppose to go to class that day in college but they cancelled classes after the 2nd Plane hit tower 2. I couldn’t believe what I saw and will never forget what I saw live on tv. I was shaken and scared for America at that time. Then the day after I couldn’t have been more proud of being an American after hearing about all of the heroic people out there. Untied we stand and divided we fall. I will stand and fight for this America.

 

[Demondosage]

I didn't think it was a terrorist attack at first, I thought some idiot had flown into the towers by accident. I was working in a fabrication shop at the time, boss sent everyone home that day since nobody knew if the entire country was under attack or what.

 

[Whopperflopper]

Total of 4 planes that day. Everyone remembers the Towers, lest we not forget the Pentagon , and the heroes on the last Plane that did not hit their target.
Shame it takes casualties like these to Awaken the sleeping Giant, and galvanize our resolve.

 

[All Nats McGee]

There’s more devastation going on right now in the west coast right now. Worst wildfires in history all in northern California, Oregon and Washington. It’s insane right now. The whole west coast can’t breathe and 1000’s of homes getting burned every hour.

 

[Sp2.0]

Total of 4 planes that day. Everyone remembers the Towers, lest we not forget the Pentagon , and the heroes on the last Plane that did not hit their target.
Shame it takes casualties like these to Awaken the sleeping Giant, and galvanize our resolve.

Them boys on flight 93 doing what needed to be done while knowing death was a certainty. Thats some real shit.

 

[Perrin Aybara]

I skipped school that day and was home asleep. Stayed out late the night before. A buddy's girlfriend called me and woke me up around 9-10am. She was all hysterical saying we were at war and to go turn on my TV. I was like what channel and she said all the channels. I remember going in my living room and the live coverage was on whatever channel the TV was on. The building had been hit awhile at that point, but hadn't collapsed yet. That happened a few minutes after I started watching.

 

[ickyrica]

There’s more devastation going on right now in the west coast right now. Worst wildfires in history all in northern California, Oregon and Washington. It’s insane right now. The whole west coast can’t breathe and 1000’s of homes getting burned every hour.

eh, it's gods way of slapping the liberals around. Shame to see that much burn though.

 

[Perrin Aybara]

eh, it's gods way of slapping the liberals around. Shame to see that much burn though.

Saw something about a gender reveal party causing a lot of that.

 

[ickyrica]

Saw something about a gender reveal party causing a lot of that.

saw that. Crazy stuff.

Man arrested for setting fires in Washington state as blazes ravage West Coast