Kurt_s
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- Dec 18, 2009
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I was on the Gulf of Mexico fishing for Red Snapper on a free day from a week long sales meeting. We just pulled up a bunch of Snappers and were moving to a new fishing site to catch something else.
One of our sales reps stuck his head out of the boat's cabin and called out that Tower one was just hit by an airplane. I'm thinking a small Cessna not an airliner. I walked into the fishing boat's cabin as the second airliner made the turn and crashed into tower 2. That vision will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.
Some of my friends drove from Mobile, Alabama back to their homes in the Mountain states. I drove from Mobile to Atlanta, hoping to take the first flight out of Hartsfield to Los Angeles.
Hartsfield, which is one of the busiest airports in the world was a ghost town on September 13th. It was weird driving into an airport that was deserted. No one was there. No Pedestrians. I don't remember seeing police for that matter. No one in the shops or restaurants. The flight to Los Angeles may have been the first flight, period, from Hartsfield and we took off after 9pm when we were scheduled to leave mid-afternoon.
We weren't sure if any flight would leave from Atlanta that day. Stewards and stewardess were nervous as heck. We were all nervous. The pilots showed up hours after the flight was supposed to leave. We were still not sure if any flight would take off.
Everyone on the plane clapped and cheered as we took off.
God bless our men and women in the Armed Services. Never forget...
One of our sales reps stuck his head out of the boat's cabin and called out that Tower one was just hit by an airplane. I'm thinking a small Cessna not an airliner. I walked into the fishing boat's cabin as the second airliner made the turn and crashed into tower 2. That vision will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.
Some of my friends drove from Mobile, Alabama back to their homes in the Mountain states. I drove from Mobile to Atlanta, hoping to take the first flight out of Hartsfield to Los Angeles.
Hartsfield, which is one of the busiest airports in the world was a ghost town on September 13th. It was weird driving into an airport that was deserted. No one was there. No Pedestrians. I don't remember seeing police for that matter. No one in the shops or restaurants. The flight to Los Angeles may have been the first flight, period, from Hartsfield and we took off after 9pm when we were scheduled to leave mid-afternoon.
We weren't sure if any flight would leave from Atlanta that day. Stewards and stewardess were nervous as heck. We were all nervous. The pilots showed up hours after the flight was supposed to leave. We were still not sure if any flight would take off.
Everyone on the plane clapped and cheered as we took off.
God bless our men and women in the Armed Services. Never forget...