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12 Years Ago Today

the_lock_man

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What were you doing, and how did you hear about it?
 
I was seventeen so probably studying lol.
I'd be feeling bored and unmotivated.
I would have had hermit crabs and a giant burrowing cockroach at that time. No fish though.
 
I remember exactly where I was that day!
 
I was at a training course doing my MCP in Windows 2000. Want to know the name of the training place? It was called The Pentagon Centre. Want to know where that centre is? Fecking Washington Street! Spooksville!
 
Anyway, one of the guys was reading the news and started shouting about how a plane had crashed into one of the buildings...and so began my passion to find out as much as I could about it. Long story short...False Flag Op!
 
I was working at the MOD, (Ministry Of Defence) everything went a bit crazy with people leaving in a hurry and the security on its higest alert.  
 
Stopped to watch what was happening on a plasma screen in one of the recptions, didnt feel like it was real at the time.
 
I remember being at work, and a bloke from a shop along the block came running in, saying that some prat had flown a plane into the WTC. At the time, he found it quite funny, but clearly had misunderstood the situation, believing it was some random light aircraft. It was only later that the true enormity of the situation became clearer.
 
I got a phone call from my brother who was a NYC police officer, telling me we were under attack and he was going to the towers. I turned on the TV and began to watch the coverage....knowing my brother was there....I had never heard from him again that day after his initial phone call. Couldn't get in touch with anyone at his precinct for hours, when I finally did, nobody knew where he was or if he was alive or dead. On Sept 12th I took the train into the city (I was living on Long Island then), it was eerie and empty....getting into the city was even worse.....the smells....it was a ghost town. To make a long story short our family was blessed, I found my brother in St. Vincents Hospital.....he survived. He is now disabled from that horrific day, but he is with us. God Bless all the souls.....
 
I was still a Soldier then, and happened to be in the operations room with Sky TV on. Spent the next few hours watching opened mouth, and knowing that things were about to change massively.
 
the_lock_man said:
What were you doing, and how did you hear about it?
i was there, i was 8 and at my babysitters, the place ws relly close to the bulidings that went down.
 
12 years ago I was 4 years old and probably saving butterflies from the rain.
 
Shortly before midnight on the 10th I left the 84th floor of tower two for the last time. I arrived at our offices in the Bronx at 7:45am on the 11th, and started making adjustments to the blueprints for the elevator retrofit. We were modernizing the local cars that ran from the sky lobby to the upper floors and had 83 employees at work in the two towers that morning. Our office manager came running in, telling us to turn on the TV, Reports where a small plane had hit the tower. As soon as the TV came on I knew it was not a small plane. We immediatly radioed our crews to leave the towers as we had no authority or training to assist in these situations. Every one made it out and had moved across the street to the Finacial Center. The second plane hit and we lost communcation. When the first tower fell, the whole office was a scene of chaos and sorrow. I was despertly calling friends in the second tower and surrounding buildings, frantically leaving messages. When the second tower fell, we went to the roof to stare at the cloud of smoke coming from what used to be my favorite place in New York.
 
All of our crews where safe, somehow they all made it out. My friend and his wife that worked at Moody's across the street, witnessed the jumpers, the second plane, the horror of it all. My friend from the second tower had made it out as the last passengers to come down the express elevator before burning jet fuel exploded into the lobby. Most of her fellow workers at Eurobrokers did not.
 
The towers where gone and I couldn't picture what it looked like before anymore. When I finally made it home that night, everything was covered in grey ash. I scooped some up and keep it in a small jar.
 
I was at Ground Zero the next morning. I've never seen any pictures in the media that do it justice. I remember someone asking me what that smell was. I got very angry because I knew too much, I knew the how's, why's, and who's, and will never forget.
 
I went to Breezy Point that night and fished, tryng to clear my mind from it all as I walked up and down the beach. I guess that spot is gone now too.
 
Nothing but memories now. Every 11th since I spend the morning alone by choice, out on the water. Just like today, fishing for peace of mind.
 
Posting a bit late I was in London on the phone before it happened talking to a client in that building. The line went dead.......
He rang me back much later telling me he was okay, lucky one that went out to China town just before it happened.
 

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