Michelle Malkin has great coverage of this five-year anniversary of 9-11 for those who want something comprehensive.
I'll spend part of this day reading the amazing tales of those who survived, and watching the beautiful tribute to the search and rescue dogs who climbed the rubble.
I'll go with what was true, honorable, just, pure, lovely, virtuous, and worthy of praise about that day.
Mr. Cracker is home today. That's much better than five years ago when I was trying to get a call through to him in the Ukraine.
I didn't have to be to work until noon that day, and turned on the TV for the dog on my way out. That's when the worst day of my life started.
Feel free to share your stories and links.
UPDATE:
My favorite Onion story from 9-11 --it was a perfect reflection of my state of mind. And here's the first thing that made me laugh:
JAHANNEM, OUTER DARKNESS—The hijackers who carried out the Sept. 11 attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon expressed confusion and surprise Monday to find themselves in the lowest plane of Na'ar, Islam's Hell.Posted by floridacracker at September 11, 2006 02:05 PM"I was promised I would spend eternity in Paradise, being fed honeyed cakes by 67 virgins in a tree-lined garden, if only I would fly the airplane into one of the Twin Towers," said Mohammed Atta, one of the hijackers of American Airlines Flight 11, between attempts to vomit up the wasps, hornets, and live coals infesting his stomach. "But instead, I am fed the boiling feces of traitors by malicious, laughing Ifrit. Is this to be my reward for destroying the enemies of my faith?"
My 9 year old son asked me once if there was anything that had ever made me cry.
I told him that yes there were times when I had cried but I didn't really tell him what they were or why they did.
I'll be calling him later today and explaining why this is a very bad day for daddy.
FYI: My son lives in Deland with his mother. About 700+ miles and 11 drive time hours away from my present location.
Posted by: Gmac at September 11, 2006 02:59 PMYou know, I didn't cry. I don't think I did that until about a week later, and I think that was because by that point my nerves had shredded.
It was the survivor tales that got me.
I read a story about a man in one of the towers, I don't remember who, who was sitting at his desk and had an obsessive idea come into his head: walking home-- to New Jersey. He thought "down, down, down," and that's all he remembers. That made me cry, how his mind had protected him and helped him live.
So many people went back up.
Hiya, was just doing a bit of Googlenostalgia and found your previous post about Duane Allman. Your commenter 'csason' mentioned 'Cökesnuff' (July 26, 2006). Would have commented there, but comments are disabled.
csason said:
"Cokesnuff was for sale at corner jiffy stores. (fake candy cocaine, presumably used for 'cut')"
Cökesnuff was (is?) a typical tobacco snuff. Brown in colour, wouldn't have been useful to cut cocaine. I think it was made in Denmark.
I used to love the strawberry flavoured Cökesnuff. Haven't seen it since around 1976... which would have been about the same time I last bought an Allman Bros album!
I moved from the USA to Sydney, Australia in 10/1996. On 9/11/2001, I was both very thankful that I wasn't in the US (esp. with the anthrax thing going on in the weeks following) and simultaneously felt tremendously powerless. Lost 2 good Aussie mates in the WTC attacks.
wow..
Yeah, that was a long time ago that stuff was for sale. Like weird, sick, candy cigarettes..
Posted by: csason at September 11, 2006 10:34 PM