Tomorrow is 9/11...
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How long has it been since you've been in the service? 40 years? You can stop talking like that. You look like an idiot.
I had the proverbial mid-life crisis in 2000, and one of the changes was completely abandoning what I'd been focused mostly on the previous 27 years and going in a totally new direction...
...by the end of that year I had signed-up to drive for one of America's biggest transportation companies, had completed their training, and was out on the highways of the US and Canada just taking life one mile at a time.
The week before September 11, 2001, I'd picked-up a load of sod in the Lewis & Clark territory of Idaho, which I had to deliver to a Wal-Mart in Wisconsin, then it was down to Indianapolis to pick-up a load of spice to deliver to Brooklyn, New York.
In the less than the year I'd already been driving then, I'd been into the NYC area only twice and never thought it was a big deal. But driving a big truck into the City was considered such a deal that my company paid drivers an extra $100 bucks if they'd accept trip offers into NYC. Believe it or not, for the majority of drivers, even the $100 bonus wasn't enough.
Trip-planning was one of my favorites parts of the job and I had arrived at a truck stop in New Jersey early on the evening of September 9 with the intention of taking my federal government-mandated 8 hour sleeper break, hitting the road very early in the morning to get over the bridge onto the island before traffic became too heavy, and hopefully arriving at the consignee in Brooklyn around 6am...
...which is exactly how it worked out.
After unloading at the spice warehouse, I had to wait for my next assignment - which was fine by me because that'd mean I could drive off the island somewhere in the vicinity of 10-11am when traffic should be casually light. So, I had an hour or two to burn before I had to hit the road again.
The spice warehouse in Brooklyn was specifically in Green Point, and it was only separated from the East River by a vacant lot. So, I walked through the vacant lot and found myself on the shore of the East River, looking across it to Manhattan. Near where I stood looking, there was an historical marker that designated the spot I was standing upon as a former Dutch shipbuilding yard, and it also stated that that section of the East River was once known as the busiest waterway in the world...
I'm not sure how long I'd been standing there before I heard in the distance behind me the sound of a single engine, small aircraft approaching. I turned around and looked up to see the plane towing a banner behind it which read: UN: Free Taiwan!. I almost immediately thought: What a crazy country this is - that guy could have a bunch of dynamite aboard and just nosedive it into the UN.
I finally received my next assignment: bobtail it to Trenton, New Jersey and pick-up a loaded trailer to haul back to Indianapolis just in time for my scheduled weekend off (I'd usually be out on the road for 3 weeks, and then I'd get 4 days off). So I got out of Brooklyn with no problem at all on the morning of September 10, 2001, hooked-up to the trailer in Trenton, and made it to a truck stop just outside of Philadelphia that evening for my government-mandated 8 hour sleeper break.
Waking up with the sun on a cloudless, beautiful day and getting on the road early is a treat - and that's exactly what it was that gorgeous 9/11 morn. I was headed west (always my absolute favorite direction, especially when it leads directly home) on I70/76 in Pennsylvania with nothing but clear two-lane ahead.
Unusually anxious chatter on the CB was what made me turn on the AM to hear about the first plane strike; and upon hearing about it, my mind automatically thought accident.
...but minutes later when they said a second plane had also struck, I immediately understood America was under attack. Then they reported the Pentagon hit, and told of another plane that was yet unaccounted for.
I'll tell you: out there on the highway alone in a truck when the world changes was about as different an experience as I'd ever had in this life. And when radio reports started pinpointing more accurately the path of Flight 93 and then that it went down, I learned from my atlas (all the while driving) that where I was in my individual journey along I70/76 was probably in the general, general vicinity of where they were saying 93 went down. I remember hearing the town of Shanksville being mentioned, but I can also remember not being able to find it on the atlas at the time...
...by the time I got across the PA border into Ohio to take another federally-mandated 8 hour sleeper break, the news of the day and the calamitous uncertainty of it all had wore me out big-time. The truck stop I'd backed into for my break had a theater-like TV room and, before I got something to eat, I went in to watch a little bit of what was happening. WOW. I just couldn't publicly handle too much of it, so I left, got something to eat, took a shower, hit my sleeper and zonked-out for the rest of the night...
...I made it to the terminal in Indy the next day, fueled up my tractor, parked it, loaded 3 weeks worth of stuff into my pickup and took off for home for my 4 day weekend.
The Department of Transportation rules over all aspect of interstate transportation in the US, and one of the ways it enforces its rule is to require all full-time big truck drivers to keep a log book that all law enforcement (fed, state, local) can demand to see, check, and verify at any time on demand. Log books are broken-down into 15 minute segments of time - so every driver must log exactly what he is doing every 15 minutes of every 24 day, whether he is On Duty, Off Duty, Driving, or on Sleeper time; even when a driver is on a 4 day weekend Off Duty, every 15 minutes of that time must be logged...
...which is exactly what I was doing on that 3rd day of my 4 day weekend: bringing my log book up-to-date, accounting for every 15 minutes of my time. And I started researching online exactly where Shanksville is and calibrating its location to exactly where my log book had me on I70/76 in Pennsylvania at the reported time it went down.
After being across the river looking at the skyline of Manhattan the morning of 9/10 at 0900, and seeing a plane towing a political banner and thinking how easy it'd be to drive it into the UN...
...I discovered that Shanksville is just a few miles north of Interstate 70/76, and that my log book put me within a 15 minute segment of being that close to it when Flight 93 went down.
After I learned more of the circumstantial minutia of 9/11 - like of the sections of Brooklyn that some of the terrorists and their enablers operated from and how I virtually drove by some of them the morning before - I thought chance so very, very weird that it would place me so near an event that ended-up changing my life completely again...
...by the end of that year I had signed-up to drive for one of America's biggest transportation companies, had completed their training, and was out on the highways of the US and Canada just taking life one mile at a time.
The week before September 11, 2001, I'd picked-up a load of sod in the Lewis & Clark territory of Idaho, which I had to deliver to a Wal-Mart in Wisconsin, then it was down to Indianapolis to pick-up a load of spice to deliver to Brooklyn, New York.
In the less than the year I'd already been driving then, I'd been into the NYC area only twice and never thought it was a big deal. But driving a big truck into the City was considered such a deal that my company paid drivers an extra $100 bucks if they'd accept trip offers into NYC. Believe it or not, for the majority of drivers, even the $100 bonus wasn't enough.
Trip-planning was one of my favorites parts of the job and I had arrived at a truck stop in New Jersey early on the evening of September 9 with the intention of taking my federal government-mandated 8 hour sleeper break, hitting the road very early in the morning to get over the bridge onto the island before traffic became too heavy, and hopefully arriving at the consignee in Brooklyn around 6am...
...which is exactly how it worked out.
After unloading at the spice warehouse, I had to wait for my next assignment - which was fine by me because that'd mean I could drive off the island somewhere in the vicinity of 10-11am when traffic should be casually light. So, I had an hour or two to burn before I had to hit the road again.
The spice warehouse in Brooklyn was specifically in Green Point, and it was only separated from the East River by a vacant lot. So, I walked through the vacant lot and found myself on the shore of the East River, looking across it to Manhattan. Near where I stood looking, there was an historical marker that designated the spot I was standing upon as a former Dutch shipbuilding yard, and it also stated that that section of the East River was once known as the busiest waterway in the world...
I'm not sure how long I'd been standing there before I heard in the distance behind me the sound of a single engine, small aircraft approaching. I turned around and looked up to see the plane towing a banner behind it which read: UN: Free Taiwan!. I almost immediately thought: What a crazy country this is - that guy could have a bunch of dynamite aboard and just nosedive it into the UN.
I finally received my next assignment: bobtail it to Trenton, New Jersey and pick-up a loaded trailer to haul back to Indianapolis just in time for my scheduled weekend off (I'd usually be out on the road for 3 weeks, and then I'd get 4 days off). So I got out of Brooklyn with no problem at all on the morning of September 10, 2001, hooked-up to the trailer in Trenton, and made it to a truck stop just outside of Philadelphia that evening for my government-mandated 8 hour sleeper break.
Waking up with the sun on a cloudless, beautiful day and getting on the road early is a treat - and that's exactly what it was that gorgeous 9/11 morn. I was headed west (always my absolute favorite direction, especially when it leads directly home) on I70/76 in Pennsylvania with nothing but clear two-lane ahead.
Unusually anxious chatter on the CB was what made me turn on the AM to hear about the first plane strike; and upon hearing about it, my mind automatically thought accident.
...but minutes later when they said a second plane had also struck, I immediately understood America was under attack. Then they reported the Pentagon hit, and told of another plane that was yet unaccounted for.
I'll tell you: out there on the highway alone in a truck when the world changes was about as different an experience as I'd ever had in this life. And when radio reports started pinpointing more accurately the path of Flight 93 and then that it went down, I learned from my atlas (all the while driving) that where I was in my individual journey along I70/76 was probably in the general, general vicinity of where they were saying 93 went down. I remember hearing the town of Shanksville being mentioned, but I can also remember not being able to find it on the atlas at the time...
...by the time I got across the PA border into Ohio to take another federally-mandated 8 hour sleeper break, the news of the day and the calamitous uncertainty of it all had wore me out big-time. The truck stop I'd backed into for my break had a theater-like TV room and, before I got something to eat, I went in to watch a little bit of what was happening. WOW. I just couldn't publicly handle too much of it, so I left, got something to eat, took a shower, hit my sleeper and zonked-out for the rest of the night...
...I made it to the terminal in Indy the next day, fueled up my tractor, parked it, loaded 3 weeks worth of stuff into my pickup and took off for home for my 4 day weekend.
The Department of Transportation rules over all aspect of interstate transportation in the US, and one of the ways it enforces its rule is to require all full-time big truck drivers to keep a log book that all law enforcement (fed, state, local) can demand to see, check, and verify at any time on demand. Log books are broken-down into 15 minute segments of time - so every driver must log exactly what he is doing every 15 minutes of every 24 day, whether he is On Duty, Off Duty, Driving, or on Sleeper time; even when a driver is on a 4 day weekend Off Duty, every 15 minutes of that time must be logged...
...which is exactly what I was doing on that 3rd day of my 4 day weekend: bringing my log book up-to-date, accounting for every 15 minutes of my time. And I started researching online exactly where Shanksville is and calibrating its location to exactly where my log book had me on I70/76 in Pennsylvania at the reported time it went down.
After being across the river looking at the skyline of Manhattan the morning of 9/10 at 0900, and seeing a plane towing a political banner and thinking how easy it'd be to drive it into the UN...
...I discovered that Shanksville is just a few miles north of Interstate 70/76, and that my log book put me within a 15 minute segment of being that close to it when Flight 93 went down.
After I learned more of the circumstantial minutia of 9/11 - like of the sections of Brooklyn that some of the terrorists and their enablers operated from and how I virtually drove by some of them the morning before - I thought chance so very, very weird that it would place me so near an event that ended-up changing my life completely again...
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9/11 was a false flag event.
The only truth we know about 9/11 is that 3,000 people were brutally slaughtered to death.
The rest of the 'official' story is just that, a ridiculously simple story to justify the never ending 'war on terror' and 'terror industrial complex', which is building a police state infrastructure all around us in plain sight.
http://www.ae911truth.org/en/home.html
World Trade Center Building 7 -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zv7BImVvEyk
'9/11 Press for Truth' documentary
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMT2CHSvyGw
The only truth we know about 9/11 is that 3,000 people were brutally slaughtered to death.
The rest of the 'official' story is just that, a ridiculously simple story to justify the never ending 'war on terror' and 'terror industrial complex', which is building a police state infrastructure all around us in plain sight.
http://www.ae911truth.org/en/home.html
World Trade Center Building 7 -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zv7BImVvEyk
'9/11 Press for Truth' documentary
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMT2CHSvyGw
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