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My memories of September 11, 2001, off the top of my bad memory head.
Today's a very solemn day. Ground zero of not only the most massive attack on America but also ground zero of a series of endless wars and loss of life that have spanned one-and-a-half decades of my life.
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The Afghan war was a long Khan
tl;dr: Afghanistan was invaded by the United States⁠—not invited. Afghanis were our hostages, not our allies. The occupation was tolerated not enjoyed. Any US love was actually Stockholm syndrome.
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My memories of 9/11 on September 11
I repost my own personal experiences of the morning and day of September 11, 2001, as a resident of Washington, DC. I did not personally experience any loss or any personal danger on that day. It's simply my experience.
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My memories of 9/11
The entire world came together to love and support us after the terrorist attack on September 11th, 2001.
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My memories of 9/11 16-years later
The entire world came together to love and support us after the terrorist attack on September 11th, 2001--sixteen-years ago today.
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Memories of 911, 15 years on
Every couple years I try to share my own personal memories of September 11th as a 31-year-old resident of Washington, DC.
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Collecting My Family on 9/11
When I realized the import of what was going on, I called Michelle Nolan, my recent Ex, and told her that I was jumping into the Jeep and dashing back over to Dupont so that I could collect her from her 10th floor condo, right up the street from the State Department and relatively close to the Executive Branch. And she lives in a Studio apartment, one wall of which is glass. And she lives with our dog Suzi.
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Upon Arrival at the Grotto on 9/11
Upon returning to the Grotto, my pad, I joined Kate and Isa on the blue Ikea loveseat. They were hunched over, squinting at the little Sony 19" TV with all their might. The room was dark. Kate told me my mom had called to tell me what was going on. When she called, Kate and Isa had turned on the TV. Neither of them watches. Only my obsessive NPR-listening kept me informed as returned from Michelle's.
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Lincoln Park and the Explosion on 9/11
I returned to the Hill, and was rounding Lincoln park, on 11th Street, SE, and I heard an enormous, muffled, but distant blast. There were rumors on the radio that there was a bomb at the State Department. Michelle works at the State Department.
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Driving the Jeep Home on 9/11
I must have spent some time with Michelle, as she was under the weather, because on my drive back from Michelle's pad in Dupont, I had the windows rolled down and Morning Edition on the radio. It was then that I heard about the 0850 and 0904 crashes into the World Trade Center. First into the first Twin Tower (as I knew them) and then the second, respectively.
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