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USMC(Ret), Reader of History, #DeSantis2028

[William A. Jacobson @wajacobson]

The haunting sound of hundreds of PASS (Personal Alert Safety System) devices chirping in the rubble after the towers fell. Each one represents a fallen hero. I can't get that sound out of my head.

[Barnaby Breaks History 🇺🇸 @BarnabyHistory]

🇺🇸 September 18, 2001. Hay bales on a bluff above a reclaimed strip mine near Shanksville. That was the memorial.

The day before, about 250 family members had been allowed out to the field. The crater was still a crime scene. They left photographs. Flowers. A bag of M&Ms. Then they went home, and a town of 245 people kept the watch.

They graded a little lot on the hill, five hundred yards from the impact, and put up a chain-link fence. Forty feet long. One foot for each passenger and crew member.

That fence filled up. Hats. License plates. Notes in marker that ran in the rain. A metal shed was there with a guestbook and scrapbooks. Somebody hauled a lifeguard hut up from a Maryland beach so visitors had somewhere to stand out of the wind.

There was no visitor center. No wall of names. Locals took shifts. In January they sat in their cars with the engines running to stay warm because somebody had to tell the next stranger what had happened in that field. They called themselves Ambassadors. Donna Glessner started it after church. They showed people a scrapbook of the forty and said they were the heroes.

Judi Baeckel at the post office put it simply. Their families don’t live here. Somebody here had to care.

Fifty thousand things came off that fence over the years. On the night of September 9, 2011, they lowered the flag over the temporary memorial for the last time.

They were honored by a town that decided the people in the field were theirs.

Never Forget 🇺🇸

Photo from NPS/James Bee

[Gad Saad @GadSaad]

We are not nearly angry enough. Not nearly frustrated enough. Not nearly vengeful enough. How much longer is this going to go on? A civilized society can only exist if the monsters are put away; if the monsters are not allowed into your midst; if the monsters know that there are astoundingly severe consequences for their monstrosity. Please stop swimming in the infinitely pool of suicidal empathy. The line between a civilized society and barbarity is very thin.

[Reddit Lies @reddit_lies]

Hey @autozone are you ok with Reddit putting your advertisements next to posts like this?

[Dr. Maalouf ‏ @realMaalouf]

11 years ago, 21 Egyptian Copt Christians were beheaded by ISIS in Libya for refusing to convert to Islam.

Their last words were: “Jesus, I love you.”

Remember, no one marched for them.
No one protested for them!

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

When Charlie Kirk was m*rdered...

...conservatives DID NOT riot in the streets, loot, vandalize, smash buildings, nor demand the de*th of others

Instead, I watched them sing hymns, pray, and most astonishingly... forgive.

That's the movement I want to be a part of.

[2001 Live @25YearsAgoLive]

New York City is soused by a heavy thunderstorm as a result of Hurricane Erin, which may hit Long Island and Manhattan overnight.

Hundreds of commercial flights on the east coast are delayed or cancelled today and tomorrow.

[InfantryDort @infantrydort]

I think about this post a lot.

[Sensurround @ShamashAran]

They killed the "debate me" guy, then cheered his death.

They don't want debate.

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

On the morning of September 11, 2001, NASA astronaut Frank Culbertson was floating two hundred and fifty miles above the planet as commander of Expedition 3 aboard the International Space Station. As the only American off the planet that day, his routine was shattered during a medical check-in when flight surgeon Steve Hart informed him from Mission Control Houston that terrible events were unfolding back home. Checking the station’s orbital tracking map, Culbertson realized their trajectory was about to carry them directly over New England and the mid-Atlantic coast within minutes.

Rushing to a window in the Russian segment with a video camera in hand, Culbertson peered down through the pristine void of space at the eastern seaboard. What he saw was a dark, massive plume of smoke billowing out from Lower Manhattan, fanning across the Atlantic Ocean. As he zoomed in, the haze enveloped the tip of the island, a silent, surreal sight marking the catastrophic collapse of the World Trade Center towers. Joined by his Russian crewmates, Vladimir Dezhurov and Mikhail Turin, Culbertson watched in solemn shock, capturing footage of his wounded homeland while traveling at seventeen thousand five hundred miles per hour.

The heartbreak deepened the following day when ground control delivered a devastating personal blow: Charles "Chic" Burlingame, Culbertson’s close friend and classmate from the U.S. Naval Academy, had been the captain of American Airlines Flight 77, which crashed into the Pentagon. Cut off from the rest of humanity, the weight of isolation pressed heavily on the commander. To honor his fallen friend and the thousands who perished, Culbertson retrieved his trumpet, a instrument he had brought along for his months in orbit, and played "Taps" into the quiet solitude of the station, sending a final musical salute floating high above the Earth.

His Russian crewmates, Vladimir Dezhurov and Mikhail Tyurin, went to extraordinary lengths to support him through his isolation and grief. Beyond standing vigil with him at the windows, they continuously relayed every update they received from the Russian Mission Control Center, gave him absolute privacy when he needed to process the shock, and Tyurin even prepared a comforting hot bowl of borscht for Culbertson's dinner on the night of September 11 to help anchor him during an unimaginably surreal and lonely night.

#archaeohistories

[The Oxford Comma @RealOxfordComma]

Much obliged, Sheriff.

[bubbanotabot @bubba1231864061]

@ThoughtCrimes80 The Party of tolerance and empathy.

We share nothing with these savages.

[Vivid.🇮🇱 @VividProwess]

Bill Clinton: “The Palestinians were offered a state. They refused. A state wasn't their goal. Killing Jews was."

This must be shared every single day.

[Collin Cleary @collin_cleary]

I spent 30 years in academia. Here are my observations about my students. Toward the end, I was teaching “Gen Z." These students combined ignorance with strident moral certainty. They seemed to have had no general education at all, and lacked the most basic knowledge of history, even recent history. They were immature and emotionally fragile.
Many could not handle criticism, no matter how sugar coated. It took very little to reduce them to tears – or to send them into a fit of narcissistic rage. They were shockingly bereft of intellectual curiosity, and many gave the impression of having no internal life at all.
I'll share more observations later.

[Leslie Young @AkaLazarus]

Judaism and Christianity did not cause this.

#NeverForget #september11

[The Redheaded libertarian @TRHLofficial]

The community note

[Nick Sortor @nicksortor]

LMAO! Rep. Brandon Gill just mocked Democrats' "land acknowledgments" on stage at the RNC, and turned it RIGHT back around on them 🤣

"Now, I think it's only appropriate that we kick this convention off properly with a land acknowledgement. I'd like to acknowledge that we stand here today in the state of Texas and the United States of America, the ancestral homeland of great American PATRIOTS, pioneers and explorers who put down roots, fought for freedom all over the globe, and bled and died to build the greatest civilization EVER KNOWN to man."

"My friends, we live in the finest country in the history of the world, and we're NO LONGER going to apologize for that."

"There's another political movement in our country right now that doesn't believe that America is, or ever was great. They sometimes call themselves socialists, some even call themselves communists, but most of them simply go by Democrats." 🔥

[Steve Clemans @Steve09812]

Twenty-five years ago, on 9/11/2001 around 7 AM, I said “goodbye” to my father on a phone call that ended with, “See ya later, alligator,” and “It’s been real, banana peel.”
I went off to the bus stop for third grade.
My innocent mind couldn’t comprehend the amount of evil that would saturate my life that day.
A mere hour later, my father would be jolted into the final minutes of his life.
William Lawrence Fallon Jr. was a strong man.
A superhero in my 8-year-old eyes.
But even the strongest of men couldn’t escape the flames of the North Tower that Tuesday morning.
If you know me, you know my life has been a series of messes—many self-induced—in the wake of learning just how unsafe this earth can be.
I have a new appreciation for the trauma I endured now that I have an 8-year-old myself.
A mini-me.
Twenty-five years ago, I didn’t realize how young I truly was.
I see my oldest girl now. How big she is, and yet, so, so small.
So innocent.
I cannot comprehend taking her to the places I’ve been.
Three weeks after 9/11, the families were permitted to visit Ground Zero.
I still remember the sounds.
The sirens blaring—blaring at nothing. We all knew there was smoke. There was no need to alarm us anymore.
The armored vehicles.
The stench.
The dust, everywhere.
Glass covered the streets.
The people.
The faces they made at me.
At 8 years old, I stood in a war zone, looking for my Dad.
Now, I picture that scene with my 8-year-old daughter in it.
Terrified.
Eyes wide.
Red from tears and dust.
Confused.
It makes me want to scream and immediately protect her.
That little 8-year-old was supposed to be safe.
I spent the rest of my childhood searching every corner for safety and love.
Mostly, in all the quick and wrong places.
I grasped at relationships for validation and affection.
I strived for achievements to make my dad proud.
Nothing worked to soothe the ache of all the fire my brain had seen.
Until God.
I was 19 when I quit running from God, after spending years creating my own fires and terror.
It wasn’t perfect.
But there were finally glimpses of peace.
Today, 25 years later, I am 33 years old.
I founded a nonprofit that provides free mental health care to military members, veterans, and first responders.
I created the resource that I always needed.
The one I still need.
I put my pain to purpose and decided to stop fighting myself for what happened to me years ago.
This year, I pray our country remembers.
Truly remembers what happened.
And how the 12th of September unified us.
I pray we can be a people focused on putting purpose to pain and pouring into our communities.
We cannot wait for another force to act against us to finally unify our nation.
We can choose unity now.
We can choose community now.
We can choose to take the pain we have endured and use it for something greater.
Twenty-five years later, I still miss my Dad.
I still wish I could call him.
I still wish he could see the woman I became.
But I also know this:
The little girl who stood in a war zone looking for her father did not stay there.
She survived.
She grew.
She found God.
And she found a way to turn her pain into purpose.
And maybe that is what remembering is really about.
Not just remembering how we lost so much.
But remembering who we became when we stood together.
And choosing to become that people again.

[bubbanotabot @bubba1231864061]

@Mt2Aguy If Washington didn’t spend more money than it received, it would amount to a $5,300 tax reduction for every American. Or $21,200 for a family of 4. Lot of assumptions in this figure, but I’d rather get a balanced budget and reduce taxes than passing out more borrowed money.

[Nick Sortor @nicksortor]

I don’t appreciate the legacy media deciding to publish my personal medical issues, which are a DIRECT RESULT of my on-the-ground coverage

But they’ve informed me they’ll be releasing it later this week

I want to say this much: I never went public with it because it distracts from my work.

Not because I was hiding it from my fellow Americans.

I AM NOT supposed to be the subject of my stories. Or else I’m not properly doing my job. Which is why they’re accusing me of “hiding” my injury.

Absolutely crazy.

God bless you all.