5 Years Today

[JohnR]

Tough day today. Tough day today in our history as a nation, as a people, as individuals. Five years ago today way lost far too many of our countrymen and some from other parts of the world. Since this day many more have lost lives in a struggle that defines the early part of this century.

Please say a word of thoughts and prayer for those that did not survie this day 5 years ago and their loved ones they left here with us to look after.

Please say a word of prayer and of thanks to the men and women of our armed forces, DOD, State,and Intelligence agencies that work day in and day out to serve our people and our country.

Thoughts, thanks, and prayers....

[Skip N]

Amen

[Fisherwoman]

Was such a sad day in our history, hard to beleive it was 5 years ago.

Prayers to all the families and friends that lost, the men and women and all personell that keep us safe every freakin day so we can sleep well at night while they watch over us.

AMEN!!!!!!!

[Flaptail]

And the bastards that pulled it off are still out there, there will be no rest for the souls of 9/11 until they are caught, killed and brought to justice. It makes me sick on one hand that when they are finally caught we will afford them the courtesy of our justice system where they afforded no one the same in return and they do it in the name of God. On the other hand this is what makes us truly great.

Thank God and all those in the world who hold love, peace and caring for each other as the eternal doctrine of righteousness.

I was just thinking back that night I went to Old Harbor in Sandwich with my fly rod to cast for sunset school fish. I met Mike Figlioli there, an old friend from flyfishing days. It was quiet, eriely quiet, no planes in the sky, no cars or people. Mike saw me coming and instead of saying hello he said, "It will never be the same again, Steve", "but I had to come here to help me think through what I saw today". I just nodded and we silently waded in and started casting. I don't remember if we caught anything or even saying goodbye.

A week later I was on Balston Beach and a gentleman approached me as I was casting into a gentle wash. He asked if I had had any luck. I replied that I was just starting. He looked nervous or maybe anxious would be a better word. He had no boots or waders on just shorts and a sweatshirt and carried a small bag over his shoulder and a small tin hung from his leader off of his rod. I noticed he had a thick New York city accent. I asked if he was from there, he looked up at me and I could see his eyes welling up with tears, "Yes he said, I live in the city". I aksed if he worked in town and was he close when it happened. "With tears now rolling down his cheeks he told me, " I was on the 12th floor of the north tower when it hit" he started to sob and then quickly turned away and started walking to the north along the beach and casting as he went, sobbing all the time I watched him. I silently asked God to help him get through it as he disappeared over the point to the north of me. And I cried for him and all the others for the first time that day, on that beach, alone as the sun set behind the dunes.

God bless them all and keep us all in this new age.

[justplugit]

Well said John. So many sacrafices by so many ,to keep us safe and free.

[Krispy]

Thanks to the FDNY & NYPD