Joe Williams
Shooter
- Jun 26, 2008
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IMHO, the best of the songs remembering 9/11
YouTube - Alan Jackson-Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning
We were on our first vacation since getting married, sharing a beachside condo with my Mom and step-Father. Cathy came into our bedroom to wake me up and tell me that a plane had crashed into the WTC. I went to watch the news, scoffed at the newcasters talking about how a Cessna flying the Hudson corridor must have crashed into it. I knew that an airliner must have gone down, a horrible accident. As we watched, the second plane hit, and for the only time in my life I didn't believe what I'd seen. Cathy said "Another plane, another plane hit it," and I told her no, it hadn't happened. Such denial could only last a few seconds. I knew we were at war, a long and bloody one.
Then they started showing the scenes where flight 93 went down, and they were familiar. They looked like where Cathy's sister lived, because they were, very very close. Diane had watched the plane go in. Cathy tried calling Diane, and the lines were down. I'll never forget the look on Cathy's face, watching her cry, because we couldn't tell on tv whether or not Diane's house had been hit, and Cathy couldn't help but think the worst.
I can't forget seeing Robby, my step-Father cry. First because of what we'd just seen, and then because he realized his Marine son would soon be going into harm's way.
I can't forget trying to explain to my two year old son what had just happened. I can't forget watching him gain an awareness of what evil was at such a young age.
Thankfully, Christ has promised to forgive my sins, because I'll never be able to forgive those who did this to us, and not just the ones in the planes.
YouTube - Alan Jackson-Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning
We were on our first vacation since getting married, sharing a beachside condo with my Mom and step-Father. Cathy came into our bedroom to wake me up and tell me that a plane had crashed into the WTC. I went to watch the news, scoffed at the newcasters talking about how a Cessna flying the Hudson corridor must have crashed into it. I knew that an airliner must have gone down, a horrible accident. As we watched, the second plane hit, and for the only time in my life I didn't believe what I'd seen. Cathy said "Another plane, another plane hit it," and I told her no, it hadn't happened. Such denial could only last a few seconds. I knew we were at war, a long and bloody one.
Then they started showing the scenes where flight 93 went down, and they were familiar. They looked like where Cathy's sister lived, because they were, very very close. Diane had watched the plane go in. Cathy tried calling Diane, and the lines were down. I'll never forget the look on Cathy's face, watching her cry, because we couldn't tell on tv whether or not Diane's house had been hit, and Cathy couldn't help but think the worst.
I can't forget seeing Robby, my step-Father cry. First because of what we'd just seen, and then because he realized his Marine son would soon be going into harm's way.
I can't forget trying to explain to my two year old son what had just happened. I can't forget watching him gain an awareness of what evil was at such a young age.
Thankfully, Christ has promised to forgive my sins, because I'll never be able to forgive those who did this to us, and not just the ones in the planes.