by Clio, Publisher, The Bold Pursuit
In 10 days, we mark the 10th anniversary of the September 11th terrorist attacks. This is not a happy anniversary, but it is an important date and event to commemorate. Americans must never forget the events of that day.
We must remember for our safety, so that we remain vigilant in guarding our borders and monitoring potential threats.
We must remember for the families and friends of those who were murdered by members of an Al Qaeda Islamic terrorist cell.
Who can forget listening to those recorded messages left for loved ones; their last expressions of love and concern. The victims knew their deaths were imminent and would never again know the simple joy of embracing their children, spouses and parents.
We must remember for the first responders: firemen, police and paramedics. They taught us the truest definition of heroism.
Without concern for their personal safety, these heroes rushed into the World Trade Center Towers, already hellish infernos, attempting to save the lives of thousands of innocent civilians. Trapped by flames and wreckage caused by two airplanes filled with highly explosive jet fuel, almost 3000 souls were lost that morning, including the terrified passengers aboard the hijacked jets.
We must remember so that we can safeguard our history. We cannot allow revisionists to redact, edit or diminish the shock and misery experienced by those directly affected, as well as the rest of the America, as we watched the terrible events unfold on our television screens.
Political ideologies and agendas are off the table – we will make sure that the truth is told, the lost mourned, the survivors comforted, the heroes honored.
A friend on Facebook made this comment:
“The mainline media will have very little to do with us remembering this day of infamy! What are we going to do to remember the people jumping to their deaths to avoid the burning alive? The first responders and their families that are hurting? The ones missing and those left behind? I for one, will never forget!”
My friend, we know we can’t trust most of the mainstream media to provide accurate and unbiased reportage, but we can tell the truth about that day.
We will tell our families.
We will post remembrances.
We will discuss our experiences and recollections.
We will write, publish, blog and tell the world.
We know what happened, we witnessed it and we will remember the ghastly, cowardly and evil acts perpetrated by Islamic terrorists at the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and in a vacant field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania where the hijacked plane passengers fought back in another testament of bold and noble heroism.
Below are two articles I wrote in observance of this grave day in American history. I will continue writing about September 11th and I, like you, will remember.
Why Every American is a Victim of 9/11 …
by Clio, September 11, 2010
First, The Bold Pursuit offers our condolences to those most affected by the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001: the families, friends and associates of the victims. We also wish to pay tribute to the first responders who taught us the true meaning of heroism.
Nine years after that dreadful morning, the Cordoba Initiative, led by Chairman Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf, plans to construct a $100 million, 13-story Islamic center, including a mosque. Chairman Imam Rauf is quoted as saying, “I wouldn’t say that the United States deserved what happened [on September 11th], but the United States policies were an accessory to the crime that happened.”
There is fierce opposition to the Ground Zero mosque, the unsanctioned name of the structure based on its proximity – 500 feet – to the site of the most brutal terrorist attack on our nation and the de facto graveyard of many who perished on that day. “Ground Zero” is the location where innocents and heroes lost their lives in an act of premeditated evil … Please click here to read the full article: Why Every American is a Victim of 9/11
An Inconceivable Violation
by Clio, September 11, 2009
On September 11, 2001, I awakened late in the morning to another sunny day in Calabasas. Sunlight seeped through the slats of my bedroom blinds as I put on my robe and stumbled into the kitchen to make my morning cup of tea.
I didn’t rush or worry about getting to the office on time; I was recently unemployed. My company, a subsidiary of large privately-held publishing group, laid off its entire staff a few days earlier – the result of a depressed economy.
The light on my answering machine blinked, but I ignored it – probably another call to a company that used to have my phone number or a telemarketer.
After retrieving the newspaper, I closed my front door with one hand and pressed the play button on the answering machine with the other. I froze as I heard my mother’s voice, urging me to stay calm, that she and my Dad were okay and to not be afraid… end of message. My parents live in Portland, Oregon, so many thoughts raced through my mind: St. Helens erupted again, their house was on fire or there was a car accident.
I remember thinking that if it was St. Helens, it would probably be on the news, so I looked for the television remote while punching in my mother’s phone number: busy. I dropped the phone and turned on the TV.
Sights and sounds exploded before my eyes on CNN; my knees weakened and I crumbled to the carpet. With shaking hands holding the remote, I surfed the cable news channels, only to see the same visions of panic and pain. News anchors reported assaults on the Pentagon and New York and planes crashing in Pennsylvania, it was clear: America was under attack … Read the full article here: An Inconceivable Violation
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