wow, absolutly amazing pictures, and thats meant in a most respectful way. i still really cant grasp the scale of the area effected, but those pictures show really well how large it was.

Fantastic pics Dave! So professional & so moving. Capture the day as much as any I've seen anywhere.

I would dearly love to see more & would be happy to provide webspace for you if you ever wanted to provide these to the community .

Seriously good! Thanks for sharing these.

Tragically beautiful photos, Dave.

I'm going to try to get back to work on the site with the story as well, if you'd still like to include them (or any others you'd like to share).

Today was highly remniscent as well.  The weather has been identical, I had the same class first today that I had two years ago, the same class in which I heard the news.  Today, just like 2 years ago, there was the beep of the PA system, the same aprehension, the same news, the same prayer.  I also went down the same road I did last October, which is way out of the normal way of things.  And last night, I stepped outside to the sound and sight of F-16s headed off...



Here is a peice I wrote a year ago today, recalling the morning of two years ago today...

Even though it was a year ago to the day, I can still remember that Tuesday very clearly.  It is something I wish to forget, but it will remain with me until my death.
     It was a beautiful Tuesday morning, the date was September 11th, 2001.  Everything was going as usual.  Towards the end of religion class, an administrator came on the public address system and had us pray, for at that time, "all families and victims affected".  No one had any idea as to what had happened, though I suspected a plane had crashed at the local airport.  After religion class was over and I was at my locker, I asked my friend what he knew about the situation.  He had been in computer class and had been able to go to CNN.com.  He told me that a 747 had crashed into the Twin Towers and another one into the Pentagon.  At the time, I did not even know what the Twin Towers were or where they were, though I had a feeling New York City.  At about the time I entered Spanish class, the second airplane hit the second Tower.   A couple minutes later the Spanish teacher told us that one tower had collapsed, an airplane crashed in Pennsylvania, and a plane had smacked into the Pentagon.  What was going on?  How amny more planes will crash?  After we checked homework, we turned on the television about 40 seconds after the second tower had come tumbling down into a heap of debris.  Everyone was awestruck.      
For the rest of the day, we did no work.  All we did was watch, awestruck, as history unfolded before our eyes.  I remember the social studies teacher telling us the Towers' rubble would burn for days and that it would take months to clear the rubble.  A student asked her if this mean't war, and yes, she said, war was probable.  In math class, we had the television on.  I can clearly remember watching two F-16s from the 174th Fighter Wing(the same wing tasked to shoot down FLight 93, but it crashed shortly before they took off) lift off from Hancock Field, which is right here in Syracuse, armed with missiles to go patrol New York City.  Schools closed early, some classmates with FDNY relatives or relatives that work at the Towers began crying.  My uncle, who has visited the Towers many a time said he could not imagine how the towers, massive and strong, could have crumpled like tin cans.
     I think in a way, remembering that fateful day so vividly helps me.  It helps me to remember all the lives lost.  Hopefully, I will be able to recount the story in the years to come, I don't see how I could not. 
Now, as the 174th is back on Combat Air Patrol, two F-16s scream over my house each night en route to New York City.  When I hear that unmistakable scream of the jets and rush outside to see them, I can't help but think of that first night they flew over for Combat Air Patrol, the night of September 11, 2001.

Amen.

To put this all in perspective, I have this to say......

I was at work that day and as usual, we were listening to Howard Stern.......we did that for the comedy he provided to us, but on that day, we heard a very different Howie........not the smartass guy who thrives on controversy.........he almost came to tears as he stayed on the air describing the sight before his eyes.....along with everyone in the US, we all felt the pain that day.........

Very touching post and excellent pictures of what happened.  Being a firefighter myself I am touched everytime I see pics like this.  I truley hope we don't dwell on this forever but I definatley don't want us EVER forgetting that sad, sad day!  Take Care everyone!

Dave, I hope you don't mind, but I "stole" your shot of the firefighters as my wallpaper for both work, and home.  It's an amazing shot that really describes EVERYTHING that day.

Absolutely Amazing Photo's

I just found this today (because I just saw the post from Fly2e at fs2004.com)

Here's a copy of the reply that I posted at fs2004

I live in England.

I was just coming out of my class and walking up the hill to our technology block when I heard someone run up to his friend and say something like the world trade centre has been bombed. I didn't believe it and carried on up the hill.
    As I walked into the technology block the TV was on and I saw the second plane hit the second tower. I didn't take in what had actually happened I stood there non-plussed. Over the next hour or so as I watched the two towers crumble out of existence it dawned on me the reality of this.
   I didn't talk to anyone the rest of that day. I didn't go to any of my lessons. I sat and thought and watched. I still didn't know what to think. I was scared of war. I had no idea who had done this. I knew Britain would be involved and was scared of it being brought back home.
    I guess you could say I grieved that night. I felt a strange emptyness. Sort of a sad nothingness. I'm not particularly religious but I can admit that I found some solice in thinking about God and the universe.

I didn't talk much for the next few days.

sad but very nice photos, you are an excellent photographer

wow...sad shoots....well not the shoots...but the day

Yes. In rememerace of each of the 2749 precious lives lost.

Ben

Last night I watched a program on the History Channel about the war of 1812, and realized that September 11 is a day to remember for many reasons.  Mainly the focus being that our freedoms were attached.

After the dust settles, the Red White and Blue always flies high and proud.