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As 10 years approaches I was searching for information to share with my 12 year old son. Being only 2 on that fateful day he now has lots of questions. I came across this site viewed all of the pictures and read most of the posts. I found it very respectful and the memorial was in very good taste. I found it to be the perfect site to share with him. Thank you.
Ironically I had a deep conversation with my oldest son the night before the attacks about how lucky we are to live in a free country. He says he will never forget that conversation because as he waited for his father to pick him up that day he thought maybe we were not so lucky anymore. He is very prideful of his country and understands the true meaning of free. He calls himself the 9/11 generation. In a way it is very sad but in others it was a test of our devotion, spirit, beliefs, patriotism, strength and love for our neighbors. I think we past the test.
September 6, 2011
I hope the Sept. 11th business in the United States isn't too overwhelming. I had thought earlier that the attack was an event that separated me forever from my friends in New York, in the following sense. Until then, I had thought of myself as a displaced New Yorker: I grew up in New York, and always assumed I would end up back there. So, in comparison to, for example, you, I always thought of myself as the real, basic New Yorker, who, for contingent reasons, wasn't actually living there. Sept. 11th made me realize that, having been not just contingently but basically absent from the city at that time, I was no longer a New Yorker. Perhaps because of that, or perhaps because of other resons, I spent the last year thinking only in a very abstract way about the attack, even when I was at Ground Zero. I never really felt that it was something that should affect me in a particular way, let alone something that did in fact so affect me. At any rate, as it now stands, I can't really stand to see pictures, much less footage, of the attack. It's on all the time over here—though less, I imagine, than where you are—and it just makes me sick to watch it. I feel like it has spawned a kind of totally inexcusable moral numbness in me toward those responsible or even suspected of being responsible. I think the hardest thing for me has been to stick to my generally abstract principles in the face of it. And somehow it seems to be more debilitating the second time around—more affecting, less abstract, even though I still think of the people I see on TV talking about it as compromised in some fashion.
September 11, 2002
Thank you. Your piece is excellent work and I was mezmerized for the time I was following your timeline. Your observations were so in reality, simple, short, and when all strung together, I swear you took me there. The news media has not done that, (could not do that) and its been a year.
September 12, 2002
I just found your site after a day of televised memorial services. Here we are, a year later, and it all still feels so fresh. I want to commend you on the tasteful and eloquent handling of your site.
One year ago today, I was nursing my newborn son and watching the morning news, as I did every day. My husband and I had just celebrated the most extraordinary gift life and love can offer six weeks earlier with the birth of our son. As I watched the coverage of the attacks, the sense of security and safety I have always felt was compromised. I feared for our country, I prayed for our loss and hoped for survivors.
Your photos have made painfully clear the devastation and destruction that N.Y. endured. I thank you for this, your site is a respectful memorial and remembrance.
September 11, 2002
It is with a heavy heart I write to you now at 3:00 a.m. on September 11 of 2002. Not able to sleep I stumbled across your site and found it still hard to comprehend. I am in Texas miles away so I did the only thing I could to help by sending relief funds, cards and yes, dare I say I prayed. All those people who did nothing more than get up that morning and go to work...
What I really want to say is this, New York, Washington, we have NOT forgotten. I still fly my flag every morning and put it away every evening. Each time I do I think of all those lost and their families. Just know we may be far away in distance but we are there in spirit grieving with you still today one year later. God bless you all and your city which I hope to visit someday.
September 11, 2002
I find myself looking at your sight every couple of weeks. The tears come each time at the waste of human life all for a cause that we can't begin to understand. I have been touched and moved at the way you handled this whole tragedy and your manner of reporting.
I am a Salvation Army officer serving in Detroit and have many officer friends that served at Ground Zero. Some still have problems sleeping at night. The Army is still there helping the families both in New York and Washington.
I also thank you for sharing how your life still went on - weddings, trips, family celebrations -- life does go on.
September 10, 2002
MY HUSBAND WAS ON THE USS ENTERPRISE ON SEPTEMBER 11TH AND I WAS SO SCARED BECAUSE I WAS ALSO 7 MONTHS PREGNANT...I DIDNT EAT OR SLEEP OR EVEN DRINK FOR ALMOST A WEEK I WAS SCARED TO BRING MY CHILD INTO THIS WORLD AFTER SEPTEMBER 11TH AND I WAS SCARED THAT MY HUSBAND WOULD BE KILLED! THEN WHEN I GOT AN EMAIL STATING THEY WERE ALRIGHT I FELT ALOT BETTER..BUT YOU BETTER BELEIVE BIN LADEN WILL PAY!!!!!!!!
September 6, 2002
As we near the 1st anniversary of September 11th it is hard to believe it is almost 1 year. Although I am not from NY, I am still very much effected by the attack. I remember the morning of September 11th ....listening to a local NY radio station - 'live' I was able to listen to their witness account of the tragedy transpiring through their office window. Upon arrival I was the first to notify our workplace in Massachusetts that morning.
Phones were ringing and by the end of the day you could hear a pin drop in our workplace. Our entire site strived to access any URL site or radio station with local news coverage until the end of our shift. It seems like yesterday. On the way home it was as if the moment was frozen in time (or maybe it was just me). I observed the faces of each driver on the highway - frozen in awe, focused on listening to their radios and any bit of news on the survivors. Everyone was very courteous during that drive on Rte. 93 and no-one cared when all lanes we moving slowly... My friend had called me stating a local home heating company were jacking their oil prices up 25 cents/gallon overnight (they went up 33 cents)..
Although I personally did not suffer a loss of a loved one. I to mourned for the innocent. It is sad to think human beings think of Americans less than dust. It goes past religious believes. Our world is forever changed with it's views on home safety, security, the freedom that we share (and in certain cases took for granted) and what is really important in life.
I am disappointed in the airlines by not appropriately beefing up airport securities as required and of the many organizations forced to close due to the economy. As we are still on alert, I hope the decisions we make enable us to terminate situations of mass destruction and can end this insanity quickly and once and for all. This cannot happen ever again. I trust our president will make the right decision what ever it maybe.
September 6, 2002
I live in Southern California, but as one person who signed your post put it, my love for New York is unexplainable. There is something about this city that just lifts my heart. I recently came back from a 2 week vacation from New York. I have family there, so I go there every chance I get. Oh, what a wonderful 2 weeks it was. I never was happier in my life! The day that we visited Ground Zero, I thought my heart would break. Although the area has been pretty much cleaned up and all its rubble have gone, it was still, in my eyes, the most destructive site I‚ve ever seen. Here is a piece of a letter I‚ve written to friends about my trip to Ground Zero. I hope you don‚t mind my sharing it:
When we got closer to Ground Zero, I looked over to my right shoulder and I couldn‚t believe what I saw! It‚s as if I was looking at an ocean with all its water gone from it! My mom and I both said at the same time „Oh my God!‰ There was this huge open space filled with nothing and in reality, let me tell you, it was huge. My immediate reaction was pain in my heart. I wanted to cry. To think of all of those innocent victims that day and how they had no choice but to jump from the towers made me almost guilty to feel that I was still alive and those people were gone. I mean, when you see it on TV, you are shocked but when you see this in person for yourself, it‚s as if you are standing there looking at all those souls and somewhere in the back of your mind, you sense that they are calling out to you with soft whispers „Help me∑‰ It was too much for me to bear. My cousin who took pictures as well shared her feelings with me. She told me that while she was taking a picture, she all of a sudden got goose bumps. She came to her own conclusion that it must be the spirits out there letting her feel their presence. This part of my vacation was sad, but I will never ever forget what I saw. It‚s just one of those things that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
September 5, 2002
Thank you, I worked ground zero as a Red Cross logistic officer . I helped getting supplies in and out of ground zero . all the time I was there, 9 weeks It never really never hit me Or I just blocked it out but tonight looking back I was finally able to let it all out Thank you I guess sometimes you just have to cry. very moving pictures for me to see I am sure all the different people that see your work here all have there own way of moving on I know I don't write to well just hope you understand what I am trying to say
September 5, 2002
It's been almost a year since the attacks on the world trade center and I'm just starting to be able to look at images of that day. I was pregnant and living in NYC a year ago and felt my main job was to keep the stress from reaching my baby. So, I pulled the shade down in my office to cover my view of ground zero. And I wore a bandanna over my nose and mouth on days when that sad smell was blowing toward SOHO, where I worked, or Brooklyn, where I lived.
On the afternoon of September 11, I stopped by my office while making my way home to Brooklyn. I remember seeing people standing in the middle of Broadway posing for photos with the wtc smoke behind them. It turned my stomach to see such a thing. But now I find myself obsessed with photos from that day. I feel the need to remember every detail so I can bear witness to the intense grief and compassion shown by new yorkers.
Thank you so much for creating this site. It's helping me to remember those days after 9/11 when everything was pretty much a blur. I was even having a hard time remembering how long we were at home, unable to get to our offices. Now, little by little, I'm remembering and documenting all that I witnessed. Thank you.
New York, New York
September 2, 2002
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