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9/11/01
Sep 11, 2016 08:26:08   #
boberic Loc: Quiet Corner, Connecticut. Ex long Islander
 
I think that every one of us on this day, must take time to remember exactly what happened 15 years ago on this morning. I lost a friend there. I will never forget.

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Sep 11, 2016 10:26:14   #
Abo
 
You have my heartfelt sympathy Boberic.

Warm wishes,

Alan.

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Sep 11, 2016 12:32:19   #
JD750 Loc: SoCal
 
I didn't lose anybody but thousands of fellow Americans going about their daily lives were brutally murdered on that day. I will never forget either.

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Sep 11, 2016 12:33:58   #
JD750 Loc: SoCal
 
Skyscraper
            
           BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul.
           Prairie and valley, streets of the city, pour people into it and they mingle among its twenty
           floors and are poured out again back to the streets, prairies and valleys.
           It is the men and women, boys and girls so poured in and out all day that give the building a
           soul of dreams and thoughts and memories.
           (Dumped in the sea or fixed in a desert, who would care for the building or speak its name
           or ask a policeman the way to it?)
            
           Elevators slide on their cables and tubes catch letters and parcels and iron pipes carry gas
           and water in and sewage out.
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           Wires climb with secrets, carry light and carry words, and tell terrors and profits and
           loves...curses of men grappling plans of business and questions of women in plots of love.
            
           Hour by hour the caissons reach down to the rock of the earth and hold the building to a
           turning planet.
           Hour by hour the girders play as ribs and reach out and hold together the stone walls and
           floors.
           Hour by hour the hand of the mason and the stuff of the mortar clinch the pieces and parts to
           the shape an architect voted.
           Hour by hour the sun and the rain, the air and the rust, and the press of time running into
           centuries, play on the building inside and out and use it.
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           Men who sunk the pilings and mixed the mortar are laid in graves where the wind whistles a
           wild song without words
           And so are men who strung the wires and fixed the pipes and tubes and those who saw it
           rise floor by floor.
           Souls of them all are here, even the hod carrier begging at back doors hundreds of miles
           away and the bricklayer who went to state’s prison for shooting another man while drunk.
           (One man fell from a girder and broke his neck at the end of a straight plunge...he is
           here...his soul has gone into the stones of the building.)
            
           On the office doors from tier to tier...hundreds of names and each name standing for a face
           written across with a dead child, a passionate lover, a driving ambition for a million dollar
           business or a lobster’s ease of life.
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           Behind the signs on the doors they work and the walls tell nothing from room to room.
           Ten-dollar-a-week stenographers take letters from corporation officers, lawyers, efficiency
           engineers, and tons of letters go bundled from the building to all ends of the earth.
           Smiles and tears of each office girl go into the soul of the building just the same as the
           master-men who rule the building.
            
           Hands of clocks turn to noon hours and each floor empties its men and women who go
           away and eat and come back to work.
           Toward the end of the afternoon all work slackens and all jobs go slower as the people feel
           day closing on them.
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           One by one the floors are emptied... The uniformed elevator men are gone. Pails clang...
           Scrubbers work, talking in foreign tongues. Broom and water and mop clean from the floors
           human dust and spit, and machine grime of the day.
           Spelled in electric fire on the roof are words telling miles of houses and people where to buy
           a thing for money. The sign speaks till midnight.
            
           Darkness on the hallways. Voices echo. Silence holds... Watchmen walk slow from floor to
           floor and try the doors. Revolvers bulge from their hip pockets... Steel safes stand in
           corners. Money is stacked in them.

           A young watchman leans at a window and sees the lights of barges butting their way across
           a harbor, nets of red and white lanterns in a railroad yard, and a span of glooms splashed
           with lines of white and blurs of crosses and clusters over the sleeping city.
           By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul

Carl Sandburg (1878­-1967)  Chicago Poems.  1916.

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Sep 12, 2016 07:43:00   #
f8bengal Loc: West Nawth Carolinah
 
Never forget. This sick, barbaric ideology, hiding itself in the cloak of religion, will do it again and again.

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Sep 12, 2016 12:30:31   #
Jackdoor Loc: Huddersfield, Yorkshire.
 
Much sympathy from this side of the pond. Not yet been to the USA but the 9/11 memorial is on the bucket list.

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Sep 12, 2016 15:26:00   #
JoAnneK01 Loc: Lahaina, Hawaii
 
I'll never forget and neither will all those who stepped forward to serve our country afterwards. Many thanks to all the first responders who went in to include the fire and policemen.

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Sep 12, 2016 20:31:13   #
PaulG Loc: Western Australia
 
A truly horrible day. Worth remembering too that 372 people from 61 other nations also died.

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