I won't be going out to Shanksville tomorrow because it has been Packed since Friday with the new memorial finally opening. I will make it out there next week and get some pictures to share with everyone. In case some don't know Shanksville is the site of the Flight 93 crash site. I made a video from my first visits there but stupid youtube took the sound off saying i was using copyrighted music, even though I gave credit to the writers. But DJ Sammy came out with the Heaven 9-11 remix for the 10 years later. Warning this will bring tears to your eyes if you have any kind of heart.
Here is the video, and if I can figure out how to get mine to work with sound I will post my orginal.

I will say after being to the crash site many times it almost seems like its a personal place and I actually took offense to them moving the memorials from the original place. They moved the stuff across the road and now actually moved it down the flight path. The reason it pissed me off is I was there the day a pilot was there and left his hat and I asked him if he knew the pilot that died and he said yes with tears in his eyes and said that he was suppose to be flying that plane but asked to switch so he could be home. Those things won't be the same to me seeing them in a new place. Granted I am sure the hat will be there but it won't be in the right spot where it belongs.

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Here is my video I made a few years ago

What do you think

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The weekend didn't go as planned.. and I was brewing a bit about it all this morning. I started to get a bit wound up about this, unable to get to things I wanted to get to.. spend time here and there.. like basically the last month.. endless list of things to do.. time being the resource that is scarce.

Then I grabbed the morning paper.. and I stopped.. I literally stopped all thoughts and function and traveled back in time within the cranium. And the emotion, pain and anger was still raw and alive.

I remembered that day.. where I was out in the plant working on some machines and started to hear the reports on the radio. The shock surrounding around me of my fellow workers and me trying to focus on the task at hand.. work and thinking that it was some accident..

Then realizing it wasn't.. scurrying to the front to get to the TV in the breakroom.. and becoming overwhelmed with the events. Shock at what was being televised.. horror at the sudden loss.. and anger. Mostly at the cause of the events.. but also because I was powerless to do a damn thing about it. Guilt.

Then the kids get up and I move onto the day.. forget about the small shit that bugged me at first light. Refocused on what is important today..

Then tonight.. sat down and watched the specials focused on the events and the sorrow of it all hit full effect again.. yet I was able to see that some have recovered as well as expected.. and some that will never be the same.


That is the question that I still ask when thinking about 9/11.. will we ever be the same as a society or as individuals within this country?

To this day.. it is one of my biggest regrets in life.. that I couldn't and didn't do more.

Anyway... I will stop rambling and go silent with my thoughts still stirring.. my thoughts, prayers, and love go out to all that didn't escape that day.. and those that still life with the immense personal pain of the day.

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