9/11 Remembrance Trackbacks
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I remember, a sky so blue it burned your eyes to look up . . .and smoke that scarred your lungs; I remember shipmates . . . and a piece of notebook paper listing for whom the bell had tolled; We remember that for one brief moment it wasn’t New Yorkers, or Washingtonians, or businessmen…
Couple of additions today to the Blogroll: Reflections by Kris: Fellow denizen of Lex’s ‘hood and kindred motorhead to boot Tailhook Association – Daily Briefing: Good to see the Organization up and in the ‘sphere and a couple I mentioned in the context of articles the past few weeks dealing with arms control matters: The…
New addee to the blogroll — Stephen Trimble from Jane’s Defence Weekly with notes/commentary about the Defense Industry via The DEW Line (not D.E.W., but same idea). To whet your appetite, check out his article on the P-175 Polecat (UAV)…– SJS
Eternal Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who biddest the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea! Here are our shipmates who were lost in the Navy Operations Center (NOC) {note: N513 will be…
Maybe it was growing up in Nebraska with tornadoes as part of our springtime ritual. Maybe it was time spent in Boy Scouts and Civil Air Patrol. Perhaps it was coming of age in the shadow of SAC headquarters, knowing there was a big red “X” on some Soviet targeting map. Whatever the reason, we…
“Manners and a Motorcycle: In Memory of Colin Arthur Bonnett”< ?xml:namespace prefix = o /> Age: 39Residence: < ?xml:namespace prefix = st1 />New York, NY, United StatesOccupation: telecommunications programmer, Marsh & McLennan Cos. Inc.Location: World Trade Center Colin Bonnett was a gentleman — a Harley-Davidson-riding, bodybuilder sort of gentleman. Born in Barbados, he had been…
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My own memories of that day while haze grey and under way
The next night was even more stressed filled and people at home knew what we were doing before they told us.
I remember Heather Lee Smith.