...ich war an diesem Tag auf der Fahrt nach Philadelphia...es war so unfaßbar. Erstes Flugzeug...Unfall, has to be! Zweites Flugzeug...Lähmung, drittes Flugzeug Fassungslosigkeit, viertes...da war eine Mischung aus Horror, Wut, Angst...einfach unbeschreiblich.
Heute, nach 6 Jahren möchte ich einen Thread öffnen und damit dazu beitragen, daß diese Tragödie nie vergessen wird.
My prayers go out to all the ones somehow affected by 9/11
http://www.ugoplayer.com/music/haveuforgotten.html
It's been 6 years....
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redneck in Germany
- OLiner
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Ich war im Auto, hab wie immer AFN gehört. Sie haben einen live-Bericht aus Helicoptern über NY übertragen... zuerst hab ich alles für Science Fiction gehalten. Die Reporter haben geweint und geschrieen... in meiner Vorstellung war es zu schlimm, um wahr zu sein.
911 wird mehr gedacht als vielen anderen großen unvorstellbaren Katastrophen auf der Welt, die es sicher auch wert wären... trotzdem schließ ich mich hier an...
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A Little Girl's Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy today?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day."
"And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so."
"He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me how to fly a kite."
"We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone."
"Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he's forever in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her sight.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far "
"You see he was a policeman and died just thirty six months this year
when the airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear."
"But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far
911 wird mehr gedacht als vielen anderen großen unvorstellbaren Katastrophen auf der Welt, die es sicher auch wert wären... trotzdem schließ ich mich hier an...
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A Little Girl's Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy today?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day."
"And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so."
"He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me how to fly a kite."
"We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone."
"Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he's forever in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her sight.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far "
"You see he was a policeman and died just thirty six months this year
when the airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear."
"But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far
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redneck in Germany
- OLiner
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die Tragödie für uns war eben, daß es das erste mal, daß nicht duch eigene Hand so viele Menschen auf amerikanischcem boden gestorben sind. Plötzlich war man verwundbar...das unvorstellbare war geschehen...
Du hast recht. Viele anddere schreckliche Dinge sind geschehen. Aber ein Terroranschlag hat noch nie 3000 Menschen innerhalb einer Stunde sterben lassen.
Ich denke wer nicht da war, kann es nicht nachvollziehen. Ich konnte Freunde, die im Pentagon arbeiteten bis 2 Uhr morgens nicht erreichen, ein Bekannter wohnte Luftlinie 250m von den Türmen... it just hit home, and that is what makes it so maddening.
Tsunami war schrecklich, Katrina, Madrid, London, alles darf nie vergessen werden...aber heute ist 9/11 und es tut immernoch verdammt weh.
Du hast recht. Viele anddere schreckliche Dinge sind geschehen. Aber ein Terroranschlag hat noch nie 3000 Menschen innerhalb einer Stunde sterben lassen.
Ich denke wer nicht da war, kann es nicht nachvollziehen. Ich konnte Freunde, die im Pentagon arbeiteten bis 2 Uhr morgens nicht erreichen, ein Bekannter wohnte Luftlinie 250m von den Türmen... it just hit home, and that is what makes it so maddening.
Tsunami war schrecklich, Katrina, Madrid, London, alles darf nie vergessen werden...aber heute ist 9/11 und es tut immernoch verdammt weh.
redneck in Germany hat geschrieben: Du hast recht. Viele anddere schreckliche Dinge sind geschehen. Aber ein Terroranschlag hat noch nie 3000 Menschen innerhalb einer Stunde sterben lassen.
Ich denke, das ist es, was es noch heute so stark nachwirken lässt...
... Ich konnte Freunde, die im Pentagon arbeiteten bis 2 Uhr morgens nicht erreichen, ein Bekannter wohnte Luftlinie 250m von den Türmen... it just hit home, and that is what makes it so maddening.
auch das kann ich nachvollziehen... Telefonnetze waren großflächig zusammengebrochen. Auch wenn ich davon ausgehen konnte, dass meine Familie und Freunde nicht in unmittelbarer Nähe waren, war es schwer, sich nicht erkundigen zu können... "it just hit home" trifft für mich nicht zu... meine Familie ist viel weiter im Süden und dafür sind die USA zu weit, als das ich NY dazu zählen könnte... aber es war doch blauäugig zu glauben, dass die Staaten nie wieder angegriffen werden könnten oder würden
Tsunami war schrecklich, Katrina, Madrid, London, alles darf nie vergessen werden...aber heute ist 9/11 und es tut immernoch verdammt weh.
...inklusive all dem Wahnsinn, der daraus noch resultierte...
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____ ___ ___ __ _ |^^^^^^^^^^^^)\ o ) \
____ ___ ___ __ _ | * The Party Bus * | |'"""|
____ ___ ___ __ _ | _______________l ||__|
____ ___ ___ __ _ ""!(@)""""****""""|(@)
____ ___ ___ __ _ |^^^^^^^^^^^^)\ o ) \
____ ___ ___ __ _ | * The Party Bus * | |'"""|
____ ___ ___ __ _ | _______________l ||__|
____ ___ ___ __ _ ""!(@)""""****""""|(@)
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skao_privat
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genau das meinte ich damit, dass andere Katastrophen weniger 'beachtet' werden...skao_privat hat geschrieben:http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seebeben_i ... Ozean_2004
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____ ___ ___ __ _ | * The Party Bus * | |'"""|
____ ___ ___ __ _ | _______________l ||__|
____ ___ ___ __ _ ""!(@)""""****""""|(@)
____ ___ ___ __ _ |^^^^^^^^^^^^)\ o ) \
____ ___ ___ __ _ | * The Party Bus * | |'"""|
____ ___ ___ __ _ | _______________l ||__|
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redneck in Germany
- OLiner
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redneck in Germany
- OLiner
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- Registriert: Mi Mai 03, 2006 10:20
Der Unterschied zwischen Umweltkatastrophenund Terroranschlägen ist nunmal der, daß bei Terroranschlägen eine handvoll Fanatiker beschließen, daß Massen von Unschuldigen in die Luft gejagt werden. Sei es WTC, PA, DC, Iraq, Moskau, Schulen, Madrid...wie auch immer.genau das meinte ich damit, dass andere Katastrophen weniger 'beachtet' werden...
Naturkatastrophen sind zwar grausam und kosten mehr Menschen das Leben, aber sie sind nicht beabsichtigt und bisher zumindest nicht planbar um Menschen zu vernichten.
Dieser Faktor, nämlich die Tatsache daß diese Anschläge willkürlich und mit voller Absicht um so viele Menschen wie möglich in den Tod zu reißen begangen werden wird immer dazu führen, daß Terroropfern anders nachgetrauert wird.
9. September?redneck in Germany hat geschrieben:...gestern war der 9. September und am 28.Dezember werden wir der Massen an Opfer aus dem Tsunami gedenken....
There is time and a place for everything.
sollte da den armen Opfern gedacht werden, die am 9.9. irgendwann ihre Ehe eingegangen sind?
Desire and Dedication
