From all the plaintive wailing country songs, a la Alan Jackson, to the rabid senate we had 6 years ago to go to war, what has really happened?
Is Osama Bin Laden dead? Is he finished? Is he selling Tupperware in Tampa?
No one seems to know.
Imagine being in a building 110 stories in the sky. A beautiful September day.
You had just said good-bye to your loved ones and started just another day of work.
Then looking out the window as you poured a cup of coffee to see a massive airliner headed straight for you.
It is a day I shall never forget as long as I live and I shall never forget who perpetrated this tragedy.
I was home sick from school in 1981 when Reagan was shot. I was in 4th period study hall when the space shuttle Challenger blew up. I was sitting at home on a Saturday morning having coffee over the morning paper when Columbia blew up. I was on Mount Desert Island servicing an advertising account in April 1999 when Columbine happened. I was at work at the Walterboro dairy branch when Virginia Tech happened. When the Gulf War kicked off in 1991, I was standing in the TV room in my barracks at Fort Riley, Kansas. But I think the defining “where were you” moment of my generation will forever be September 11, 2001.
Last year, the Blogland was one of thousands of bloggers who took part in Project 2996, to memorialize randomly-selected individuals who were lost in the terrorist attacks committed on our nation on September 11, 2001. This year, that tradition is continued with a tribute to Thomas Burnett.
The Mourning is almost over.
The Morning is near!
In the wee morning hours of 11 Sep 2001 I was in a C-17A Globemaster III on my way back to Charleston after a trip that took us through Kuwait and Saudi Arabia. As we plodded along from Gander airport (CYQX) in Newfoundland, Canada, we spoke to the same centers that would, in less than eight hours, deal with the most significant incident to occur in many of our lives.
This post will be updated throughout the day.