United 93 & 9/11
I'm not sure if this is a movie I really want to keep watching. It reminds me of all the pain of that day a little too sharply. But as the saying goes, "Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it."
It goes without saying that we were too trusting before.
I know that this is going to be my generation's equivalent of "Where were you when Kennedy was shot?" I remember exactly what happened that morning. I was walking down the hall toward our office because it was our planning period, and one of the coaches (who subsequently was shipped out with his Guard unit for about 2 years) stopped me in the hall and said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center.
I actually asked him if he was kidding because it seemed so unreal, and I still feel awful about even saying that.
By the time were were back to our office for lunch, the second plane was about to hit and the towers were about to fall. We saw that live, unfortunately. I remember wondering why the second tower just had a massive explosion - surely what happened in the first tower (a bomb?) couldn't have affected the second tower.
But both towers came down anyway, and over and over that day, we all saw the footage repeatedly. Not a television in the building was off, and we were watching it on CNN's website in the computer labs, even though there were constant interruptions from the site because (I suppose) of frequent site updates.
As bad as it was when the first two planes hit, panic set in by the time the third one crashed into the Pentagon. When United 93 went down in Pennsylvania, the only thing I felt was a little bit of hope that it was ending. I cried for the rest of the day until I went to bed, and it was so hard to sleep.
The next day I had class, which was a 45 minute drive each way. By the time I came back, people were going crazy at gas stations. Ridiculously long lines, despite the fact that many stations had raised their gas prices to as much as $4. Scared people were buying the gas anyway. It didn't take long to realize that this opportunism was happening nationally, and suddenly... police started arriving and forcing those stations to put their prices BACK where they were or they'd face charges.
I don't think that the criminals who did all this are somewhere being rewarded in their twisted version of Heaven. From what I understand, true Islam doesn't condone murdering innocent people for the glory of Allah. I doubt that there is a special twisted god for them who will reward them. I think, if anything, Allah is punishing them for this.
It upsets me the most watching the re-enactment of Jeremy Glick's phone call to his wife. The one time I met him, he was a really nice man.
It goes without saying that we were too trusting before.
I know that this is going to be my generation's equivalent of "Where were you when Kennedy was shot?" I remember exactly what happened that morning. I was walking down the hall toward our office because it was our planning period, and one of the coaches (who subsequently was shipped out with his Guard unit for about 2 years) stopped me in the hall and said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center.
I actually asked him if he was kidding because it seemed so unreal, and I still feel awful about even saying that.
By the time were were back to our office for lunch, the second plane was about to hit and the towers were about to fall. We saw that live, unfortunately. I remember wondering why the second tower just had a massive explosion - surely what happened in the first tower (a bomb?) couldn't have affected the second tower.
But both towers came down anyway, and over and over that day, we all saw the footage repeatedly. Not a television in the building was off, and we were watching it on CNN's website in the computer labs, even though there were constant interruptions from the site because (I suppose) of frequent site updates.
As bad as it was when the first two planes hit, panic set in by the time the third one crashed into the Pentagon. When United 93 went down in Pennsylvania, the only thing I felt was a little bit of hope that it was ending. I cried for the rest of the day until I went to bed, and it was so hard to sleep.
The next day I had class, which was a 45 minute drive each way. By the time I came back, people were going crazy at gas stations. Ridiculously long lines, despite the fact that many stations had raised their gas prices to as much as $4. Scared people were buying the gas anyway. It didn't take long to realize that this opportunism was happening nationally, and suddenly... police started arriving and forcing those stations to put their prices BACK where they were or they'd face charges.
I don't think that the criminals who did all this are somewhere being rewarded in their twisted version of Heaven. From what I understand, true Islam doesn't condone murdering innocent people for the glory of Allah. I doubt that there is a special twisted god for them who will reward them. I think, if anything, Allah is punishing them for this.
It upsets me the most watching the re-enactment of Jeremy Glick's phone call to his wife. The one time I met him, he was a really nice man.
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