I'm watching an amazing 9/11 documentary on the History channel that was compiled from a bunch of different footage, much of it taped by private citizens.
It's amazing to me that 7 years later, just seeing those smoking buildings brings back the same shock, sadness, sickness, and compassion for my fellow Americans that I felt that day so intensely that I feel like I'm about to choke on it. Just seeing the faces of the people watching the buildings burn makes me want to sweep these strangers up in a tight hug.
Holy fucking sadness, Batman. Still unbelievable, even after all of these years.
I watched that same show. I could feel the tears welling up on many an occasion.
I watched it too. I was amazed that there was still footage out there that I haven't seen, you know? I still find myself thinking how awful and horrific that day was, and how confusing for everyone. The scariest part of that show was when the cloud of dust was following the people running through the streets, and all of a sudden they had disappeared. Crazy.
When I see that footage, it never ceases to take my breath away in shock and dismay. And my hand automatically claps over my mouth and I have to choke back sobs when I see the people jumping out of the buildings. Can you imagine what the person holding the camera must have been thinking? Probably disbelief. I read a story on a woman photojournalist who was one of the first in at one of the concentration camps in Europe after WWII. She said that she just took pictures, and it wasn't till after they were developed that she realized what her camera had captured. Like the camera was a shield. I hope it was like that for the men and women holding the cameras that day in September.
I can't even bear to watch any footage. It's too much. What's worse is the radio conversations between the first responders.
Breaks my heart.
I recorded that same show on my DVR. 102 minutes I think it's called?
I cried as much as I did the day it happened.
I can't believe some people say we need to move on and get over it.
I started crying the minute I realized it was 9/11. I had the kids help me put the flag out that morning, and they were asking why (they know we put the flag out on special days). I tried to tell them about it, but I realized they can't understand (yet).
I believe it was called "102 Minutes That Changed America." My husband and I both broke down and cried a few times during that one.
That's a day I'll not forget easily if ever at all.
And all the footage on that show...broke my heart all over again.
I watched the actual news footage that MSNBC was playing on 9-11 on the anniversary. It was synchronized minute for minute for about 3 hours. It was crazy how it got to me. I mean, I choke up a bit watching anything about 9-11, but that "live" news footage really got to me. It seriously put me back there. I was standing, holding my 1 year old, when they showed the footage of the 2nd tower being hit. They were on the phone with a New Yorker who was watching from her apartment, talking about the first plane. Out of the blue you hear her say "oh my God. Did you see that". I literally felt weak in the knees and dropped bawling, and I mean BAWLING. It was crazy. of course, my 1 year old was laughing at me, so he did make me smile a bit.
I think he made it even more real cause when 9-11 happened, my daughter was 1, so it was all very real all the way around.
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