You Big Mouth, You! Standing on the shoulders of giants

Heroes from the War on Terror

---

Web Search Search this blog

3/13/2005 22:08 EST $989,189,234.32 US donated by Americans for tsunami relief. The Stingy List [PDF] A collection of photos illustrating life on North Dakota farms in the early 1900's. Strong men and women, dogs, horses, and oxen doing all the work. Sons and daughters of Norway and Germany. LLC Formation Project Does the record number of LLC formations tell us anything about recent economic growth? No Ordinary Day My September 11 Anniversary Posts Here Who is the Big Mouth? About me Rants and raves and cats. Damn, the place is crawling with cats! Serving member of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy. ATTENTION: COMMENTS E-mail me if you want, but be aware that I may use your e-mail in a blog post unless you explicitly state otherwise. Archives March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 September 2003 August 2003 July 2003 June 2003 May 2003 April 2003 March 2003 February 2003 January 2003 Other Sites of Note My Web Site WW II Tribute Web Site My Smallpox Info Web Site READS Glenn Michele Rantburg Little Green Footballs Lucianne NRO's The Corner Tim Blair On The Third Hand BLOG ROLL Blogroll Me! Popdex Let conversation cease. Let laughter flee.This is the place where Death rejoices in helping Life.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003   No Ordinary Day 12 That night, my eyes and lungs still stinging, I walked up the Great White Way. It's a section of road to which all others like it are measured, one which has made audiences laugh and cry for over a century. Tonight it was dark, but many of us came anyway, unsure what to do or say. We heard stories of the Pentagon, and the Heros who died in a Pennsylvanian field. It all felt far away, surreal, impossible. We heard Air Force jets overhead, and what seemed an endless cry of NYPD and FDNY sirens through the night, while we fought shock and horror. Giuliani said more would be dead than we could bear, and he was right. For months I walked these streets, and I saw photos of tens of thousands of people. People feeling grief that not even I will know, as their husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, and their children-- some who had only begun to live-- were slowly pulled from the wreckage or consigned to forever be a part of it. I look back on that first night, and the day that preceded it, and all I want is my friends back, my neighbors back, and my towers back. I want them, but I can't have them, nor can I ever have the same New York that I grew to love. In the weeks and months that followed, we cut the steel which for thirty years had symbolized our great City. We buried our friends, our neighbors, and our innocence. Go read the entire essay at Capitalist Lion. Via Mike at Cold Fury. This post, and all of my blog posts about September 11 are collected on a page called No Ordinary Day. -- posted by Chuck at Wednesday, September 10, 2003 | E-mail | Permalink | Main | 0 comments