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QAnon: It's on, don't panic ii

 
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And you too, Big D!!! That is appalling, and MUST be protested.
Informed consent.
Wow....cannot believe they are getting away with that.
Shocked....
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It's a triple shot, and you get pertussis, diphtheria, and tetanus! This crap is being forced upon us!
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There is no forcing...only perceived.
You gave consent, by subjecting yourself to it, and not questioning. Hard to do, but we have to be vigilant.
Too many of us gave our power away over the decades, to doctors, teachers, authorities, governments.
Take it back.
Dissent.
Walkaway.
Run away!!
(all while being prayer! ha!)
Ben Franklin--"A Republic, if you can keep it."

"If might is right, then love has no place in the world. It may be so, it may be so. But I don't have the strength to live in a world like that..."-Father Gabriel, 'The Mission'
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There is no forcing...only perceived.
You gave consent, by subjecting yourself to it, and not questioning. Hard to do, but we have to be vigilant.
Too many of us gave our power away over the decades, to doctors, teachers, authorities, governments.
Take it back.
Dissent.
Walkaway.
Run away!!
(all while being prayer! ha!)
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I had no idea, I was under the impression I was getting a tetanus shot, and I was comfortable with that, because I have gotten them my whole life. Was not told until I had it done. I had no effects from it, but it's just the point!
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Explosion At U.S. Embassy In Kabul On 9/11 Anniversary

September 10, 2019 22:16 GMT
UPDATED September 11, 2019 08:30 GMT
By RFE/RL

A rocket exploded at the Afghan Defense Ministry complex near the U.S. Embassy in Kabul on the anniversary of the September 11 attacks in the United States.*

No injuries were reported at both locations, according to the AP and AFP news agencies.

"A rocket hit a wall at the Defense Ministry, with no casualties reported," Interior Ministry spokesman Nosrat Rahimi said in a statement.

Inside the embassy, employees heard the following message over the loudspeaker: "An explosion caused by a rocket has occurred on compound."

"We can confirm there was an explosion near the U.S. Embassy in Kabul," a State Department official said. "U.S. [diplomatic] mission personnel were not directly impacted by this explosion."
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intdasting

Nobody on US MSM is reporting this yet???

interdasting...

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AFGHANISTAN
Explosion at US Embassy in Kabul on 9/11 anniversary
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A rocket struck near the US Embassy in Afghanistan just after the clock struck midnight on the anniversary of 9/11

Bill Bostock 4h

*A rocket narrowly missed the US Embassy in Kabul, Afghanistan, on Wednesday in the first few minutes of the 18th anniversary of 9/11.

*Loudspeakers throughout the building broadcast the message "an explosion caused by a rocket has occurred on compound," The Associated Press reported.

*The rocket hit Afghanistan's defense ministry, but no one was injured, an official told Gulf News.

*Over the weekend, President Donald Trump scrapped negotiations between the US and the Taliban aiming to secure an end to the war in Afghanistan.

*A US service member was killed by a Taliban car bomb on Thursday, which Trump cited as the catalyst for the abrupt end to the talks.
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Still not on main stream media news.....

interdasting.
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I would try and get some intelligence about this because this group have been working on stopping for sometime, and they met with Russians I think, I have not seen anything about how it went.

Why would they do this on the anniversary really, while they had been working to get this done for a while now. I would be really looking closer at this. There is a pattern that when some groups from the US want to keep something from stopping a war etc, they use things as 9/11 to be a trigger, I am sure they could have hire others to do their bidding.

Look at all angles and you may find information to find out for sure, it was not a sabotage of the talk. Not saying this was someone else, just that it is possible. It would not be the first time in history would it?
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May we come though it victorious!
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“You Want to Go Toe-to-Toe I’m Here!” Former ICE Director Tom Homan BLASTS Vicious House Democrat Wasserman-Schultz (VIDEO)

Jim Hoft by Jim Hoft September 11, 2019

On Wednesday former ICE Director Tom Homan testified before the House Oversight Civil Rights and Civil Liberties subcommittee.

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Ex-ICE director shoots down House Democrat in heated exchange


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Thread: Nadler: Trump Opposing Subpoenas ‘Is a High Crime and Misdemeanor’ - WTF files...

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Nadler: Trump Opposing Subpoenas ‘Is a High Crime and Misdemeanor’

IAN HANCHETT 9 Sep 2019

During an interview with NBC News on Monday, House Judiciary Committee Chairman Jerry Nadler (D-NY) stated that President Trump’s vow to oppose all subpoenas by Democrats “is a high crime and misdemeanor” according to the Constitution.
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panicdcq
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The Constitution? What, he suddenly saw the light after all these years?
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Nadler has used this before and was wrong about the constitution. Trump gets his advice from people who know the constitution.
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Thread: Ocasio-Cortez: Republican Party Is ‘Scared’ of Us ‘Because They Know How Powerful’ We Are

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Ocasio-Cortez: Republican Party Is ‘Scared’ of Us ‘Because They Know How Powerful’ We Are

The far-left members of the “Squad” – Reps. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-NY), Ilhan Omar (D-MN), Rashida Tlaib (D-MI), and Ayanna Pressley (D-MA) – participated in an NAACP forum Wednesday evening and declared that members of the Republican Party are “scared” of them “because they know how powerful” they are.

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Karma's_Kousin On. TIME. TICKTOCK
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How APPALLING this is. We're banning Ecigs, but we don't touch forced vaccines which kill children, we can't write an EO labeling ANTIFA as a terrorist organization, or step in an help stop the children that are being sold through CPS but let's ban flavored liquid???

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Do you all know that there is rules for the executive and the rules for the states, which is in the states to do something about, which would be those they put there as the children cpas, it state not federal. Hit the state governments with this and this could turn things around. The federal government has not laws to cover them interfering in some state matters. Trump would have to declare Martial? law to do so.

I don't think he can declare Antifa a terrorist group either, it in the Justice AG department and the FBI. This is how it works, they have to listen to the president not always follow. They could be watching them though. More to find their backers.
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Q said about learning comms.

I think in general everyone should likewise learn truth,
and know more about the roots of words, evolution of language...

Language is part of the survival of any peoples. A nation only lasts as long as its language!

Schoolsystems lie about important key words, like this:

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Yes they do.

Thank you for sharing that.
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Ditto. Anarchy = without the rule of Archons. Interdasting.
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JUST IN: President Trump, Melania Trump, Sec Alex Azar and acting FDA head are in the Oval Office now and moving to ban all flavored e-cigarettes.

11:52 AM · Sep 11, 2019

intdasting
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Donald Trump Proposes Ban on Flavored E-Cigarettes

President Donald Trump spoke about the dangers of vaping on Wednesday as he proposed a ban on flavored e-cigarettes.
“We have a problem in our country. It’s a new problem. It’s a problem nobody really thought about too much a few years ago and it’s called vaping, especially vaping as it pertains to innocent children,” Trump said.

The proposal would ban all non-tobacco flavored vaping products from the market.
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I figured that this would come about some day...

Vaping places compounds into the matrix of the lung tissue that were not designed to be there in the first place....

Wait, isn't that part of why Cigarrette smoking is a big NO-NO????

yepppers...

humans can be such fuulish people sometimes...
 Quoting: The Natural One


Look into radioactive particles, specifically a type of polonium in phosphorous fertilizer readily taken up by tobacco plants and deposited into the leaves. I have heard a cardio-pulmonary physician state to a room of some seventy other ones that the evidence shows this is the primary cause of lung cancer in smokers.
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This guy from Finland is involved with a Q group. They seem to be getting it.

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Nice,

Q phenomenon does,
what Finnish govt's and medical industry's
hate for the green leaf prevents:
Sheeple awaken!


Anyway, as I see it, FI is still a very much a DEEPSTAT locket... How so? Well, ask me anything!

*Gold standard was killed here way before the US. (Rothschilds central banking scheme)
There is no sovereign currency.

*other CTRL mechs: electricity, fuel, clothing, food, cars, houses, farming machines... all very high cost.


*Many (social engineering) global schemes have been TEST RUN in this country.
Like the Somali refugees (1st wave of Islam inv.) in the 1990's.
RED CROSS currently has posters at import shops to help undocumented migrants.
Like they helped NAZIs to escape to 'new life' after WWII - yes, with new IDs and passports.

Finnish officials, biz leaders, influencers are keen to please and join any big boys club;
So they blindly go first out to try stupid things, like:
Horizontal axis wind mills (which is just an industry scam - cost vs production of energy).

Don't let the official image and 'the good pupil act' of a country fool you...

Fin govt/elite/literati/MSM;
- they would have liked KILLARY to win.
Like they all loved BHO for 8 years.

P.S.
Also alcohol is very expensive here, but they love that it is still consumed a lot,
instead of eating/smoking green!

I predict that this country's govt will be the last one to l e g a l i z e
the good C word, and stop causing more CANCER to its people!

Too many restrictions, laws, regulations kill all growth of economy.
Govt attitude seems to be that adults need diapers and more social shepherding too!
People serve the government, not the other way around.
 Quoting: Avýssou


The Federal Reserve act was set in motion in 1913 Christmas eve and signed into law, illegally. They are a private back, the gov. signed a contract, it has ended. That is way anyone can have their own currency, it just can not be labeled US backed Currency. The people who started it was not Rothschild's, I do not know who said this in the first place, it was copied from what they did in Great Britain and France. This was those tycoons in those years and before, who wanted this and went and planned it, they were part of the push for the UN world gov. There was some from Chicago, NYC, and some other place, the bankers were involve along with one guy from Great Britain helping in some way. They put a man into controller of currency. After they set it up, they pushed through the act, after this they controlled elections mostly, they let the Republican win, and they were stablizing the money as in debt, and you had a lot of better times until they did something to push the Republicans out and blame them when the crash happened, it was controlled by the federal reserve, their inflation and deflation at their wimp not facts, this brought on the crash, and at the time before it hit, there was a drought in some place, the places with crops the Democrat told them to destroy them to up the price, as in they controlled farming output. They actually destroyed food that would keep people from starving.

Yes, there was starvation in the US at this time, and after he stool their gold, it was not the governments gold it was the people gold, they worked for this gold it was their salary and private property not the gov. This was dictatorship he would put people in jail for keeping their own property. Then they made the depression longer by everything they came up with at the federal reserve, look at their history it all there. This lead to more problems and an opening for the second WW, which the federal reserve had not been to long put in before they through the constitution out the door and drafted the men under duress to fight in a foreign war, that was under Wilson. FDR was close to a monster really, he knew what was going to happen in Hawaii.

He knew they can say what they want he knew, the papers printed it, they landed in California and the gov. was told to gather them up in a hurry so there would not be people who saw it,which some already had. There used to be people who reported this on the internet back in the 1990s. with everything that went on, who they pushed out to make sure he was not there, can not tell you who it was, only this was part of the story. They told what paper and that their mom had the paper still.

So, he said he wanted to be a war president. What kind of mind wants people to be put in danger for his wants? Monsters that who. It was setup from the start to pull us in. Any they planned all a long to setup the UN, which was the world Congress which they first setup in California, the other states told them to get rid of it. It did not take long before they got us into a war, and after put in the UN, not by the government which was against the constitutional laws, UN laws are against some of our constitutional laws and these are sovereign laws that can not be change, if they signed it, it would be null and void. This is written in the constitution and they know full well it is. Every thing they did was a criminal enterprise. Call it the SS! Enterprise, which is just what it is.

The rest is history up til now. The names can be fill in with research.

I did forget even under the US federal reserve note it was backed in silver until Nixon. It been up and down ever since, thanks to the new Brentwood agreement, I believe in the 1950s, which had to change the federal reserve structure and I think David Rockefeller was the top guy then. The Rothschild were in business with Rockefeller. The blooming system is very unstable in every country. Not kidding it as fake as the fiat currency.

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I had an excellent telephone conversation with Andrés Manuel López Obrador, President of Mexico, talking about Southern Border Security, and various other things of mutual interest for the people of our respective countries....

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....The Southern Border is becoming very strong despite the obstruction by Democrats not agreeing to do anything on Loopholes or Asylum!

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We had a good telephone conversation with President Donald Trump. The will to maintain a relationship of friendship and cooperation between our peoples and governments was reaffirmed.

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I had an excellent telephone conversation with Andrés Manuel López Obrador, President of Mexico, talking about Southern Border Security, and various other things of mutual interest for the people of our respective countries....

Donald J. Trump
@realDonaldTrump

....The Southern Border is becoming very strong despite the obstruction by Democrats not agreeing to do anything on Loopholes or Asylum!

7:23 PM · Sep 11, 2019
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Democrats! The word has become a punchline! Same with MSM!
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Have a good sleep.

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I’ve been asking my angel team for fun, interesting adventure dreams. My usual ones are so boring!
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Eat a lot of cheese before you go to sleep.
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say, CHEESE! per 100-gram serving

Mozzarella, 603mg
Parmesan, 560mg
Gruyere, 421mg
Swiss, 401mg
Gouda, 352mg
Provolone, 345mg
Brie, 322mg
Cheddar, 320mg
Monterey, 315mg
Camembert, 307mg
Roquefort, 303mg


for Tryptophan



But, look at this:

Egg, white, dried, powder, glucose reduced
Tryptophan: 1266mg

Egg, whole, dried, stabilized, glucose reduced
Tryptophan: 771mg

Egg, yolk, dried
Tryptophan: 400mg
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Q said about learning comms.

I think in general everyone should likewise learn truth,
and know more about the roots of words, evolution of language...

Language is part of the survival of any peoples. A nation only lasts as long as its language!

Schoolsystems lie about important key words, like this:

[link to pbs.twimg.com (secure)]
 Quoting: Avýssou


Yes they do.

Thank you for sharing that.
 Quoting: The Natural One


Ditto. Anarchy = without the rule of Archons. Interdasting.
 Quoting: Darkman


I looked up what Archons really means. It is a governor or second to the king or some other ruler of that area of said kingdom.
Just a human person who rules over people. Used during the time of Alexander the Great, maybe some before him, when talking about his Empire they used the term for someone he placed in charge of a part of the Empire, an Archon or Archons.

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We've got 90% of VPN's and Proxies banned at this point.

These services were being abused by trolls and shills to attack the posters here.

I've already seen a huge decrease in moderator bans as a result of locking these services out of GLP.

We don't want to be a breeding ground for psycho internet trolls.

This should keep things more real around here.

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Less loose change under the Q thread cushions.

Deshf
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Here is a twatter thread on the hero Dog's from 9/11!

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I have a close personal friend, a "Brother" to me, that was there. He and his SAR dog, Diavlo. We have been members of another board, since 1999. Here is his account from the days and years after those fateful days. Diavlo is buried under the new One World Trade Center. He died from complications of breathing all that shit in the days following the attack. Heads up, very long read. But very powerful, somber account of what happened. Godspeed Diavlo. The first Rottweiler SAR dog. You were a great boy.

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I wrote this yesterday. I am no writer so please bear with me. I also left a lot of details out that I care to forget but most of the account is here.


It was an ordinary day. A beautiful September crisp clear day. I rode the Busa into work like I did everyday. I started my crew and went to work in my little office on the 60 Floor of One Chase Plaza.

At 8:46 A.M. I heard a loud explosion and looked out my window and seen that the World Trade Center was on fire. It was near the 85 floor. I put on the news and they said A plane crashed into it. I was watching the tower and then all of a sudden I saw the second plane smash into one side of the building of the south tower and a fire ball engulf the top of the building. Pebbles and debris hit my window.

I backed away in horror. An announcement came over our Class E fire system that we where going to evacuate the building. I got on the radio and told my men to get out and meet over by Maiden Lane. It was around nine 9:30 when we heard the banging sounds. I looked up and could see a huge smoke ball by the towers. With that I ordered the men to leave the area. I got on my bike and headed out of the city. To me we were at war. That was my first thoughts that day.

As I got into my house the phone was ringing. My cell phone had over twenty missed calls. I started calling people back and was watching the TV. Then it came, a call from FEMA. I was told to get the gear, Pack the dog and supplies and get down to Chambers and West Street. I always have my stuff ready to go so I loaded everything into the truck got a water supply and headed out in the truck. Only to get about four miles and people where WALKING out of the city. I could not get into the city. Even with FEMA ID they would not let my truck into the city. A cop offered me a ride but we couldn't get the cage into the car. I called FEMA and they got in touch with the Red Cross. The Red Cross came with a van and loaded me up. I was going over the 59 street bridge looking down town and noticed that the second tower was down. I asked Pete the guy driving the van where did the other tower go? He said it fell at 10:30.

Shit. Within an hour and a half both towers a quarter mile high, with a daily average population of 50,000 were down. I turned and opened Diavlo's cage. He came out and sat next to me and just stared at me. He could feel my sadness and tension. I told him he was going to be busy but I never knew what we were really in for. As we drove pass the mass exodus of people. I was thinking about my training and what I was going to be doing down there. I knew Diavlo could do the work. He was just certified for SAR a few weeks before this and he did really well in his field trials. But this was Urban SAR work. Much different than what we trained for. What I didn't know was just how different it was going to be. This was going to be a day that was going to put man and dog to the brink of what I knew as reality.

We traveled across town where we picked up a few cops that needed a ride. The amount of people just trying to get out of the city was astounding. I got down to Chambers Street and got Suited up. The first thing I remember was the smell. It was not of this Earth. It was very foreign. The smell was like brunt marshmallows from a camp fire along with human flesh.

I took Diavlo and walked over to Greenwich Street. I could see 7 world trade center was on fire. I checked into what was our temporary command post. At four thirty a fire man came over and asked me is that a SAR dog? I said yes. He said come on I need to find my crew. I was given a pack, which contained an Emergency beacon some basic first aid supplies and headed out. He was asking where I got the containment suit from. Told him Government issue. I was not prepared to see what I came next.

As we rode down west Street I saw the towers or should I say skeleton. The once mighty towers and surrounding building were a pile of debris. I looked at Diavlo who kept squinting from the smoke and dust. As we walked I noticed the people around us being treated. Their blood dried from the dirt. Their faces where covered in this gray paste. You could not tell a black man from a white. Men where walking around with tears. I mean real men not freaking girly guys.

Then Diavlo alerted. God tell me that this is not a person. It was one of the jumpers. The Fireman whos name I still don't know said that there are a lot of them and for me to watch my step. He dragged me away and snapped me out of my already growing shock. I wanted to leave. This was not what I trained for. Who could I find? Could any one really have survived all this?

He took me by the South tower. He said his buddies were in this area. I started doing a search of the area but the smoke the heat and the debris was way more than I had expected. I felt Diavlo was in danger. He kept hitting on parts.

One of my team guys came over with bandages and duct tape. We wrapped both dogs feet up and continued the search. My facemask kept fogging up. I heard a bunch of men yell over here, over here. Turned out they found some firemen still alive. Good find I thought there has to be more. The out skirts where littered with what was later determined to be body parts. When Diavlo hit on things I thought the smoke was getting in his way to do the job. What I didn't realize was that there where that many people that jumped before the building fell. God what a choice to have made I thought. Burn or jump. No one deserves to go like that.

My first search lasted about three hours before I started to think about Diavlo. I called my Vet and told him what was down there. Dr. Wen Immediately got in touch with supply houses and got everything you could possibly think of. Dog boots, mashers balm, antibiotic, Sutures, Selene solution, food water, it was all on the way. And he was 80 miles way. He came with an hour. I was so glad to see him. Diavlo was covered in dust. He told me to take him and hold his head he washed his nose out and said for me to come to him every half hour. He got in touch with the Suffolk county ASPCA. They had a mobile unit that they already had on the way. I thank you Dr Wen. You are one of the first I thank for helping me deal with things down there.

As I started my second search I came across a burnt body. Head to toe. It looked like a statue. Then, a full body with nothing totally intact. Not more than four feet from each other. That was the last full body I would find that night.

It was getting dark already and I was boiling hot and filthy. Diavlo was now a gray dog. I helped as they dug another body out. Every now and then I could see a huge gap and maybe a twenty to thirty foot drop. They had lights set up and generators. But it was getting dangerous for me and Diavlo. I decided to pull him for the night. It was ten thirty. We did six hours of recovery that night. I wanted to go home but something inside me made me stay. I went to my building and used one of the executives showers to wash Diavlo. Then I took a much needed shower.

When I was drying Diavlo, I noticed he had cuts on all four of his feet and had a burn blister on his neck. He never yelped or made a flinch. Man was I proud of that dog. I sat in the cafeteria but I could not stay. I had to go back. I was pulled at two AM and told to get some sleep. There will be plenty to do in the morning. I went back to the building and fed Diavlo. As I walked back to the building a few firemen and police men stopped me and we chatted about Diavlo. He loved the attention giving licks to every one. One he really liked John Murphy, who later just by chance became our fireman partner.

One thing I thought about when I lay in the building that night was how the people that were trapped felt. Some stuck inside the building above the fires and collapses from the initial hit. How some died a fiery death. How some died slowly with great pain from their injuries. Those poor souls that choose to jump. The people that knew they were going to die and the ones that heard the building coming down on them floor by floor finally smashing them into oblivion. I thought about the bodies, the faces, the people being held out of the site that wanted to find their love ones. I didn't sleep much that night.

September 12,2001



Day two 5:00 A.M.

I woke up thinking it was all a dream. But wait, this is not my bed. I am in my office. I looked out and see the lights, smoke and wreckage of what once was the World Trade Center. It is September 12. I look at Diavlo and asked him what has the world come to? What evil people must have in them? Diavlo being a dog can’t understand why humans act the way they do and right now neither do I. I get all geared up and start to head out. As I made my way out some Building Engineers asked if I needed any thing. I said no, as I looked from the roof of our building 65 stories up from what is now known as Ground Zero.

I went down to street level and see so many people just trying to get into the site to do whatever they can. People from all over our country have started to gather. I had to go get a Mayors pass to get into the site. Even with my ID they wanted passes given out. I checked into what now is a mobile trailer and what would become home base for me.

As I walked up Broadway, people were coming up to me and asking if I saw their loved ones. They were holding up pictures of missing people. They would come up and pet Diavlo. This went on every time I left the site. A priest came and blessed me and Diavlo as I looked and gathered everything in. This time I looked at the wreckage. The fire engines that were burnt and crushed. The plane engine on Wall Street. The buildings that are now just a pile of broken linclon logs. There where people all over the site. There where chains of people that volunteered to take the rubble out in buckets. Construction workers from all the Union trades lined up. Equipment stood at the ready but first a path had to be cleared to the site.

As that was all going on, I got teamed up with a few firemen. One of them was John Murphy. This man was great to work with. When I was down John was always there with a pick me up funny line. We got to work searching. I was given a GPS so I could document when the recovered bodies were found. As everyone worked, every now and then all the guys would yell quiet because someone thought they herd tapping. The smoke was always around. There where fires still burning below the pile. I was given flags to put down on where the dog alerted. I could keep working and recovery crews would dig the victims/parts out.

Then Diavlo alerted to a live find. I was so excited. It was around 1 PM. It was an old lady. She was around 55 -60 years of age. She was under some metal and dirt. I saw her eye open. I yelled for John to come over. As the fire men and I dug her out I could see that the side of her head had a huge wound and I could see her cheek bone. Her eye was swollen shut and the other was blood shot. She was caked in dry blood. She tried to say something but the medics where telling her to be quiet. As they dug her up my eyes could not break eye contact with hers. Then she stared to bleed. First out of her ear then her nose. Finally she opened her mouth but bubbles of blood are all that came out. She was staring at me when I saw her die right there as we all worked to get her out. I turned and walked off the site. I headed for the Hudson River. I sat there and was talking to Diavlo. I laid there, tears coming down my face. Just holding Diavlo tight. I was asking Diavlo why did I get involved with SAR. I never trained or thought about this end of the work.

I thought about the first time I was exposed to SAR work.
It was seven years ago. I was hiking some trails up state. It was almost dark when I returned to the lot where I parked my truck. I had a rottweiler but he was just an obedience dog. There where about fifteen people there with some rangers and police that were organizing a search party for a missing kid. They asked if I knew the area? I said yes and they asked if I would like to volunteer. I said sure and then we headed out. I watched the dog team that was there. It was a German Shepherd. In about three hours the dog took us right to the kid that wandered off the trail and got lost. That is the day that I said I want to do this type of work with dogs. As I laid there on the ground tears would just not stop. I was thinking about leaving and just going home. Then the phone call.

HAPO, a guy that I met from LABUSAS called my cell phone. I posted on LAB the night before and when the planes hit. He read the post and wanted to know what he could do to help. I told him to come on down. He was there in Connecticut watching it all on TV. He could not sit by and do nothing. He packed his truck with all types of stuff and made his way towards the city. As I hung up with Hapo I realized who the hero’s where. It was people like him that HAD to do something. I didn’t want to go back there.

John came over and took me to get some food. A mash tent was set up to feed us. I just looked at the food but could not eat it. As we made our way back I was amazed at the amount of people now working the site. Endless lines of brigades worked to get the dirt out of the site. Welding torches where cutting the beams away. Exhausted firemen, cops and union construction men worked until they where ready to pass out. I found more than one hundred body parts as I left the site that day. We recovered three full bodies and one live find that went bad. That one will stay with me forever. I met her a few times a month around three a.m. as I get awoken from a hard sleep.

I got a ride out of the city about 6:00 P.M. As I rode out, there where lines of people gathered on West Street. They had signs of support and were clapping as I was driving by. They were yelling thank you and we love you. God I was so over whelmed. I took a shower and gave Diavlo a bath when I got home. Dr. Wen came over and he slept the rest of the night at my house. Diavlo was exhausted and every now and then would SNORE loudly.

Hapo called me about nine thirty. He said he is at the Jacob Javits center. I drove into the city. Hapo and I talked for a few hours. I showed him Diavlo we talked dogs and it was good to have him there. He helped me with the passing of the old woman. He told me that it was good she died around people. She could have died all by herself under all that debris. Instead she fought to stay alive so she could have comfort in passing with people around her. We then called Ducmanic in California. I gave him a brief report about what was going on. Hapo said he was going to hang and get ID from the Javits Center so he can go into the site first thing in the morning. I said goodbye to him and drove home. IT WAS BECAUSE OF HIM I RETURNED. HAPO THANK YOU. I WILL REMEMBER THAT THE REST OF MY LIFE. Some of my neighbors where holding candles outside my house. One came over with a bottle of Crystal. He opened the bottle and made a toast to me and Diavlo. Two of the girls had tears in their eyes as I told them about things I seen. Then we all hugged and I went inside to try to get some sleep for day three.


I will not post about day three. The rest I will keep inside.


Day three.



Thinking of Diavlo last night and looking over some things I kept for Ground Zero. I found some notes I jotted down so I would not forget the facts of the first few days. For those that saved the account of my first two days down there add this to the account.


Another sleepless night. Can't seem to clear my throat. The smell is encased in my cloths even though I was wearing a containment suit. The bottom of my boots are melted so I will take another pair today. They have us working twelve hour shifts. I think that is nuts being the dog can't do more than twenty minutes at time in these conditions. I load my stuff and have to stop by the dispensary to pick up some more supplies. As I drive down the FDR I am numb. Seeing the smoke still lingering in the distance brings a feeling of disgust for humans that will do this to other humans.

What is wrong with people I think to myself? As I go through check point one and show my ID they tell me my ID needs to be changed to a new Mayor's pass. My Federal ID supersedes any city ID I tell them. The cop calls his sergeant who calls over a lieutenant who realizes that I am SAR first federal responder and sends me though without another word. Cops are doing their job but they have no clue who should be let in and who should be kept out.

Stopping by the dispensary I am amazed at the supplies available to us. There was everything you could imagine. From boots to inflatable rafts. It makes me proud to be an American and see how this country can pull together in a time of need. All these supplies are donated and within 48 hours are on site and are being dispensed to those that need it. I pick up everything I need and then head over to FHQ for my assignment. We have to park on the East side of town and walk across town through the now returning workers.

People trying to get a look at the site is becoming annoying to me. They stand there taking pictures like it is a new tourist attraction, as others hold signs looking for their loved ones. The smell of hell still lingers here very strongly. I am assigned to a red zone, which is tower two. There are many people here now. Much contamination of the site. Welders are cutting big steel guarders and there is three cranes working the site. As Diavlo hits on our field finds they are inputting them into the GPS. We are stopped by three blows of the horn. That signal means someone hears something and they need silence so they can hear where it is coming from. Around noon we found three seats from the plane. No people but plenty of scent.

By 2:00 I am spent. Diavlo has had three nose cleanings and one bath. His paw is scuffed and his sixth pair of dog boots are toast. I check off the pile and take him to Battery Park for some rest. Federal agencies are all over today. People come up to me on Broadway and want to take pictures with me and the dog. In uniform I have to be polite. But inside I wanted to tell people to fuck off. Diavlo loves the attention. He'll take the petting to who ever wants to give it.

Coming out of the park we meet a Jesus freak. She is blessing me and the dog. She was from some where out west and came to offer prayers and guidance for people that seek that type of stuff from God.

There is a huge billboard of letters and signs listing the names of the missing. I stop for a second to reflect. The mother that I meet yesterday is back. She asked Diavlo if he had seen her son. I directed her to a field information person that would answer any question in regards to finds. We are not allowed to talk too much about finds to victim's families. People are patting me on the back as I walk up Broadway. I am taken back by all the attention. There are no heros, Just Americans pulling together. Just the way I see it I guess.

I escort a bunch of transit workers into the Rector street train station. They want to search a train in the tunnel. I am with four other police search units. One has an asshole dog. He is a dual purpose. (SHIT IN MY OPINION.) We head into the tunnel and notice one of the steel guarders came right through the street and into the tunnel. That was amazing. The tunnel was filled with water. The transit workers started to go into it when they realized it was a sloping hill. The water got waist high before they decided to pump the area out so they could get down to the cars. This caused a major concern that the bath tub was cracked and leaking. The bath tub is what holds the Hudson river back from flooding into the lower floors of Ground Zero. The dogs got reassigned back to the red zone.

The reality hits me as I make it back onto the pile. This is now a recovery. But some people especially the firemen believe that people can be still trapped in pockets below.
I am asked if I would take the dog with a unit in a litter basket into a few voids. I said sure. We repel down two levels. First thing I notice is how hot it is. Then they lower the basket with Diavlo in it. He makes it down fine. We start searching but the heat is unbearable. I want to take my gear off to try and cool off. After another ten minuets and no finds I ask for an EVAC out of there. The dog is just too hot. I get him to a fire crew that was spraying water down the shaft and let them spray him down. Went to check with the vets and they pulled him for the rest of the night. All in all 137 finds today. Out of that, six were jumpers. Jumpers are the hardest finds. The parts implode on impact and because of the dust that covers them look like mannequins. The rest were parts or unidentifiable pieces.

As I sat next to another SAR dog handler that refused to send her dog into the voids, she said I was reckless sending my dog into those areas. I told her maybe she should go back to searching woods for lost scent articles. This is real and we don't get to choose where someone may be. I walked off in disgust. Went by Battery Park. Noticed a sign that said no dogs. Ripped the sign down, let Diavlo bite it and rip it into splinters then threw it in the Hudson River. Exhausted. Drank enough Poland spring to float a ship. But I sweating it our just as fast. Sunset falls over the city as the lights from the construction units light the erie sight. A glow of blood red shines through the lights as the sun finally disappears. It is a bad day for most as we in SAR realize that after 72 hours humans are presumed dead, unless they can get to water. But after feeling the heat, that is highly unlikely in the depths of what I have seen as hell. My account September 13 2001.

Now for the hardest part. The anniversary of this tragic event. As you know I had to get rid of Diavlo. That was hard. I didn't want to go to any 9/11 functions this year for I didn't have my dog. I didn't do any of this for thanks or to become a hero. I had a tool. A dog that can detect people. All I did was take him to a place to do what he was trained to do. Not having him with me as I went back down there was not an option.

Diavlo's new Handler didn't think it was a good idea when I first asked him. He gave me his valid reasons. But John the fireman got in touch with him and asked for Diavlo to be there. But Dominick was still not convinced. So our team leader from Task Force gave an official request for Diavlo to be present on 9/11. Dominick called me and told me he was giving in. He also said it will be very hard for me when I am going to say good bye a second time to Diavlo. I told him that Diavlo will come as soon as he heard me call for him. Dominick said no way. He has this dog in total control. So we made a bet that the dog will come to me in Battery Park from over a block away.

This is what happened that morning.

It was VERY bittersweet reunion. I did win the bet. But Dominick was right it was not a good idea. I have been crying since he left. I sooooo have to find another dog. SOON. He was so happy to see me that he actually peed. His little stump was going a zillion miles a second. I called HHHHEEEEAAAAAAARRRREEEE HE CAME CHARGING FROM OVERE A BLOCK AND A HALF AWAY. He came tearing through the crowd and ran right up to me and came in so fast he actually slid on his ass in the sit position right in front of me. I gave him a hot dog and freed him and gave him a tug toy he ingnored it and jumped up and knocked me to the ground. We rolled in the grass as people stared they didn't know what to make out of our reuinion. Dominick came over and said thanks, that puts me six months back in training. I said I know but he will always be MY DOG. Enough. I am messing my keys up with my tears. I miss him so much.

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THIS WILL SHOCK YOU TO YOUR CORE 911 From Cheney to Mossad
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It didn't again, so the above is the name if it goes of use the search to find it.
I try to bring the thread, only most times it does not work for me. I want you to watch this video. I saw this truck in a video record from 9/11 and it also said next Chicago. Also there was no plane I saw at the time the first tower got hit, there was a huge ball of light or something that hit it, no plane. This video made me believe the one I saw as real, if so it could be some where on the internet. I found it by accident, was not looking for it, the best one that made sense because he was a tourist visiting NYC taking pictures before and during the hit that morning. Very interesting video could put this one into focus. He was video taping on the phone as far as it would go, he was headed out with everyone else I believe it was to the bridge out of NYC. He went under some over bridge type roads or something, the pillars were there, the people were moving under them, I not that knowing about NYC, have not been there much. It Could be were trucks go to deliver products. I think it over and under and the people were under at that about the end of the video.

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Here is a twatter thread on the hero Dog's from 9/11!

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I have a close personal friend, a "Brother" to me, that was there. He and his SAR dog, Diavlo. We have been members of another board, since 1999. Here is his account from the days and years after those fateful days. Diavlo is buried under the new One World Trade Center. He died from complications of breathing all that shit in the days following the attack. Heads up, very long read. But very powerful, somber account of what happened. Godspeed Diavlo. The first Rottweiler SAR dog. You were a great boy.

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I wrote this yesterday. I am no writer so please bear with me. I also left a lot of details out that I care to forget but most of the account is here.


It was an ordinary day. A beautiful September crisp clear day. I rode the Busa into work like I did everyday. I started my crew and went to work in my little office on the 60 Floor of One Chase Plaza.

At 8:46 A.M. I heard a loud explosion and looked out my window and seen that the World Trade Center was on fire. It was near the 85 floor. I put on the news and they said A plane crashed into it. I was watching the tower and then all of a sudden I saw the second plane smash into one side of the building of the south tower and a fire ball engulf the top of the building. Pebbles and debris hit my window.

I backed away in horror. An announcement came over our Class E fire system that we where going to evacuate the building. I got on the radio and told my men to get out and meet over by Maiden Lane. It was around nine 9:30 when we heard the banging sounds. I looked up and could see a huge smoke ball by the towers. With that I ordered the men to leave the area. I got on my bike and headed out of the city. To me we were at war. That was my first thoughts that day.

As I got into my house the phone was ringing. My cell phone had over twenty missed calls. I started calling people back and was watching the TV. Then it came, a call from FEMA. I was told to get the gear, Pack the dog and supplies and get down to Chambers and West Street. I always have my stuff ready to go so I loaded everything into the truck got a water supply and headed out in the truck. Only to get about four miles and people where WALKING out of the city. I could not get into the city. Even with FEMA ID they would not let my truck into the city. A cop offered me a ride but we couldn't get the cage into the car. I called FEMA and they got in touch with the Red Cross. The Red Cross came with a van and loaded me up. I was going over the 59 street bridge looking down town and noticed that the second tower was down. I asked Pete the guy driving the van where did the other tower go? He said it fell at 10:30.

Shit. Within an hour and a half both towers a quarter mile high, with a daily average population of 50,000 were down. I turned and opened Diavlo's cage. He came out and sat next to me and just stared at me. He could feel my sadness and tension. I told him he was going to be busy but I never knew what we were really in for. As we drove pass the mass exodus of people. I was thinking about my training and what I was going to be doing down there. I knew Diavlo could do the work. He was just certified for SAR a few weeks before this and he did really well in his field trials. But this was Urban SAR work. Much different than what we trained for. What I didn't know was just how different it was going to be. This was going to be a day that was going to put man and dog to the brink of what I knew as reality.

We traveled across town where we picked up a few cops that needed a ride. The amount of people just trying to get out of the city was astounding. I got down to Chambers Street and got Suited up. The first thing I remember was the smell. It was not of this Earth. It was very foreign. The smell was like brunt marshmallows from a camp fire along with human flesh.

I took Diavlo and walked over to Greenwich Street. I could see 7 world trade center was on fire. I checked into what was our temporary command post. At four thirty a fire man came over and asked me is that a SAR dog? I said yes. He said come on I need to find my crew. I was given a pack, which contained an Emergency beacon some basic first aid supplies and headed out. He was asking where I got the containment suit from. Told him Government issue. I was not prepared to see what I came next.

As we rode down west Street I saw the towers or should I say skeleton. The once mighty towers and surrounding building were a pile of debris. I looked at Diavlo who kept squinting from the smoke and dust. As we walked I noticed the people around us being treated. Their blood dried from the dirt. Their faces where covered in this gray paste. You could not tell a black man from a white. Men where walking around with tears. I mean real men not freaking girly guys.

Then Diavlo alerted. God tell me that this is not a person. It was one of the jumpers. The Fireman whos name I still don't know said that there are a lot of them and for me to watch my step. He dragged me away and snapped me out of my already growing shock. I wanted to leave. This was not what I trained for. Who could I find? Could any one really have survived all this?

He took me by the South tower. He said his buddies were in this area. I started doing a search of the area but the smoke the heat and the debris was way more than I had expected. I felt Diavlo was in danger. He kept hitting on parts.

One of my team guys came over with bandages and duct tape. We wrapped both dogs feet up and continued the search. My facemask kept fogging up. I heard a bunch of men yell over here, over here. Turned out they found some firemen still alive. Good find I thought there has to be more. The out skirts where littered with what was later determined to be body parts. When Diavlo hit on things I thought the smoke was getting in his way to do the job. What I didn't realize was that there where that many people that jumped before the building fell. God what a choice to have made I thought. Burn or jump. No one deserves to go like that.

My first search lasted about three hours before I started to think about Diavlo. I called my Vet and told him what was down there. Dr. Wen Immediately got in touch with supply houses and got everything you could possibly think of. Dog boots, mashers balm, antibiotic, Sutures, Selene solution, food water, it was all on the way. And he was 80 miles way. He came with an hour. I was so glad to see him. Diavlo was covered in dust. He told me to take him and hold his head he washed his nose out and said for me to come to him every half hour. He got in touch with the Suffolk county ASPCA. They had a mobile unit that they already had on the way. I thank you Dr Wen. You are one of the first I thank for helping me deal with things down there.

As I started my second search I came across a burnt body. Head to toe. It looked like a statue. Then, a full body with nothing totally intact. Not more than four feet from each other. That was the last full body I would find that night.

It was getting dark already and I was boiling hot and filthy. Diavlo was now a gray dog. I helped as they dug another body out. Every now and then I could see a huge gap and maybe a twenty to thirty foot drop. They had lights set up and generators. But it was getting dangerous for me and Diavlo. I decided to pull him for the night. It was ten thirty. We did six hours of recovery that night. I wanted to go home but something inside me made me stay. I went to my building and used one of the executives showers to wash Diavlo. Then I took a much needed shower.

When I was drying Diavlo, I noticed he had cuts on all four of his feet and had a burn blister on his neck. He never yelped or made a flinch. Man was I proud of that dog. I sat in the cafeteria but I could not stay. I had to go back. I was pulled at two AM and told to get some sleep. There will be plenty to do in the morning. I went back to the building and fed Diavlo. As I walked back to the building a few firemen and police men stopped me and we chatted about Diavlo. He loved the attention giving licks to every one. One he really liked John Murphy, who later just by chance became our fireman partner.

One thing I thought about when I lay in the building that night was how the people that were trapped felt. Some stuck inside the building above the fires and collapses from the initial hit. How some died a fiery death. How some died slowly with great pain from their injuries. Those poor souls that choose to jump. The people that knew they were going to die and the ones that heard the building coming down on them floor by floor finally smashing them into oblivion. I thought about the bodies, the faces, the people being held out of the site that wanted to find their love ones. I didn't sleep much that night.

September 12,2001



Day two 5:00 A.M.

I woke up thinking it was all a dream. But wait, this is not my bed. I am in my office. I looked out and see the lights, smoke and wreckage of what once was the World Trade Center. It is September 12. I look at Diavlo and asked him what has the world come to? What evil people must have in them? Diavlo being a dog can’t understand why humans act the way they do and right now neither do I. I get all geared up and start to head out. As I made my way out some Building Engineers asked if I needed any thing. I said no, as I looked from the roof of our building 65 stories up from what is now known as Ground Zero.

I went down to street level and see so many people just trying to get into the site to do whatever they can. People from all over our country have started to gather. I had to go get a Mayors pass to get into the site. Even with my ID they wanted passes given out. I checked into what now is a mobile trailer and what would become home base for me.

As I walked up Broadway, people were coming up to me and asking if I saw their loved ones. They were holding up pictures of missing people. They would come up and pet Diavlo. This went on every time I left the site. A priest came and blessed me and Diavlo as I looked and gathered everything in. This time I looked at the wreckage. The fire engines that were burnt and crushed. The plane engine on Wall Street. The buildings that are now just a pile of broken linclon logs. There where people all over the site. There where chains of people that volunteered to take the rubble out in buckets. Construction workers from all the Union trades lined up. Equipment stood at the ready but first a path had to be cleared to the site.

As that was all going on, I got teamed up with a few firemen. One of them was John Murphy. This man was great to work with. When I was down John was always there with a pick me up funny line. We got to work searching. I was given a GPS so I could document when the recovered bodies were found. As everyone worked, every now and then all the guys would yell quiet because someone thought they herd tapping. The smoke was always around. There where fires still burning below the pile. I was given flags to put down on where the dog alerted. I could keep working and recovery crews would dig the victims/parts out.

Then Diavlo alerted to a live find. I was so excited. It was around 1 PM. It was an old lady. She was around 55 -60 years of age. She was under some metal and dirt. I saw her eye open. I yelled for John to come over. As the fire men and I dug her out I could see that the side of her head had a huge wound and I could see her cheek bone. Her eye was swollen shut and the other was blood shot. She was caked in dry blood. She tried to say something but the medics where telling her to be quiet. As they dug her up my eyes could not break eye contact with hers. Then she stared to bleed. First out of her ear then her nose. Finally she opened her mouth but bubbles of blood are all that came out. She was staring at me when I saw her die right there as we all worked to get her out. I turned and walked off the site. I headed for the Hudson River. I sat there and was talking to Diavlo. I laid there, tears coming down my face. Just holding Diavlo tight. I was asking Diavlo why did I get involved with SAR. I never trained or thought about this end of the work.

I thought about the first time I was exposed to SAR work.
It was seven years ago. I was hiking some trails up state. It was almost dark when I returned to the lot where I parked my truck. I had a rottweiler but he was just an obedience dog. There where about fifteen people there with some rangers and police that were organizing a search party for a missing kid. They asked if I knew the area? I said yes and they asked if I would like to volunteer. I said sure and then we headed out. I watched the dog team that was there. It was a German Shepherd. In about three hours the dog took us right to the kid that wandered off the trail and got lost. That is the day that I said I want to do this type of work with dogs. As I laid there on the ground tears would just not stop. I was thinking about leaving and just going home. Then the phone call.

HAPO, a guy that I met from LABUSAS called my cell phone. I posted on LAB the night before and when the planes hit. He read the post and wanted to know what he could do to help. I told him to come on down. He was there in Connecticut watching it all on TV. He could not sit by and do nothing. He packed his truck with all types of stuff and made his way towards the city. As I hung up with Hapo I realized who the hero’s where. It was people like him that HAD to do something. I didn’t want to go back there.

John came over and took me to get some food. A mash tent was set up to feed us. I just looked at the food but could not eat it. As we made our way back I was amazed at the amount of people now working the site. Endless lines of brigades worked to get the dirt out of the site. Welding torches where cutting the beams away. Exhausted firemen, cops and union construction men worked until they where ready to pass out. I found more than one hundred body parts as I left the site that day. We recovered three full bodies and one live find that went bad. That one will stay with me forever. I met her a few times a month around three a.m. as I get awoken from a hard sleep.

I got a ride out of the city about 6:00 P.M. As I rode out, there where lines of people gathered on West Street. They had signs of support and were clapping as I was driving by. They were yelling thank you and we love you. God I was so over whelmed. I took a shower and gave Diavlo a bath when I got home. Dr. Wen came over and he slept the rest of the night at my house. Diavlo was exhausted and every now and then would SNORE loudly.

Hapo called me about nine thirty. He said he is at the Jacob Javits center. I drove into the city. Hapo and I talked for a few hours. I showed him Diavlo we talked dogs and it was good to have him there. He helped me with the passing of the old woman. He told me that it was good she died around people. She could have died all by herself under all that debris. Instead she fought to stay alive so she could have comfort in passing with people around her. We then called Ducmanic in California. I gave him a brief report about what was going on. Hapo said he was going to hang and get ID from the Javits Center so he can go into the site first thing in the morning. I said goodbye to him and drove home. IT WAS BECAUSE OF HIM I RETURNED. HAPO THANK YOU. I WILL REMEMBER THAT THE REST OF MY LIFE. Some of my neighbors where holding candles outside my house. One came over with a bottle of Crystal. He opened the bottle and made a toast to me and Diavlo. Two of the girls had tears in their eyes as I told them about things I seen. Then we all hugged and I went inside to try to get some sleep for day three.


I will not post about day three. The rest I will keep inside.


Day three.



Thinking of Diavlo last night and looking over some things I kept for Ground Zero. I found some notes I jotted down so I would not forget the facts of the first few days. For those that saved the account of my first two days down there add this to the account.


Another sleepless night. Can't seem to clear my throat. The smell is encased in my cloths even though I was wearing a containment suit. The bottom of my boots are melted so I will take another pair today. They have us working twelve hour shifts. I think that is nuts being the dog can't do more than twenty minutes at time in these conditions. I load my stuff and have to stop by the dispensary to pick up some more supplies. As I drive down the FDR I am numb. Seeing the smoke still lingering in the distance brings a feeling of disgust for humans that will do this to other humans.

What is wrong with people I think to myself? As I go through check point one and show my ID they tell me my ID needs to be changed to a new Mayor's pass. My Federal ID supersedes any city ID I tell them. The cop calls his sergeant who calls over a lieutenant who realizes that I am SAR first federal responder and sends me though without another word. Cops are doing their job but they have no clue who should be let in and who should be kept out.

Stopping by the dispensary I am amazed at the supplies available to us. There was everything you could imagine. From boots to inflatable rafts. It makes me proud to be an American and see how this country can pull together in a time of need. All these supplies are donated and within 48 hours are on site and are being dispensed to those that need it. I pick up everything I need and then head over to FHQ for my assignment. We have to park on the East side of town and walk across town through the now returning workers.

People trying to get a look at the site is becoming annoying to me. They stand there taking pictures like it is a new tourist attraction, as others hold signs looking for their loved ones. The smell of hell still lingers here very strongly. I am assigned to a red zone, which is tower two. There are many people here now. Much contamination of the site. Welders are cutting big steel guarders and there is three cranes working the site. As Diavlo hits on our field finds they are inputting them into the GPS. We are stopped by three blows of the horn. That signal means someone hears something and they need silence so they can hear where it is coming from. Around noon we found three seats from the plane. No people but plenty of scent.

By 2:00 I am spent. Diavlo has had three nose cleanings and one bath. His paw is scuffed and his sixth pair of dog boots are toast. I check off the pile and take him to Battery Park for some rest. Federal agencies are all over today. People come up to me on Broadway and want to take pictures with me and the dog. In uniform I have to be polite. But inside I wanted to tell people to fuck off. Diavlo loves the attention. He'll take the petting to who ever wants to give it.

Coming out of the park we meet a Jesus freak. She is blessing me and the dog. She was from some where out west and came to offer prayers and guidance for people that seek that type of stuff from God.

There is a huge billboard of letters and signs listing the names of the missing. I stop for a second to reflect. The mother that I meet yesterday is back. She asked Diavlo if he had seen her son. I directed her to a field information person that would answer any question in regards to finds. We are not allowed to talk too much about finds to victim's families. People are patting me on the back as I walk up Broadway. I am taken back by all the attention. There are no heros, Just Americans pulling together. Just the way I see it I guess.

I escort a bunch of transit workers into the Rector street train station. They want to search a train in the tunnel. I am with four other police search units. One has an asshole dog. He is a dual purpose. (SHIT IN MY OPINION.) We head into the tunnel and notice one of the steel guarders came right through the street and into the tunnel. That was amazing. The tunnel was filled with water. The transit workers started to go into it when they realized it was a sloping hill. The water got waist high before they decided to pump the area out so they could get down to the cars. This caused a major concern that the bath tub was cracked and leaking. The bath tub is what holds the Hudson river back from flooding into the lower floors of Ground Zero. The dogs got reassigned back to the red zone.

The reality hits me as I make it back onto the pile. This is now a recovery. But some people especially the firemen believe that people can be still trapped in pockets below.
I am asked if I would take the dog with a unit in a litter basket into a few voids. I said sure. We repel down two levels. First thing I notice is how hot it is. Then they lower the basket with Diavlo in it. He makes it down fine. We start searching but the heat is unbearable. I want to take my gear off to try and cool off. After another ten minuets and no finds I ask for an EVAC out of there. The dog is just too hot. I get him to a fire crew that was spraying water down the shaft and let them spray him down. Went to check with the vets and they pulled him for the rest of the night. All in all 137 finds today. Out of that, six were jumpers. Jumpers are the hardest finds. The parts implode on impact and because of the dust that covers them look like mannequins. The rest were parts or unidentifiable pieces.

As I sat next to another SAR dog handler that refused to send her dog into the voids, she said I was reckless sending my dog into those areas. I told her maybe she should go back to searching woods for lost scent articles. This is real and we don't get to choose where someone may be. I walked off in disgust. Went by Battery Park. Noticed a sign that said no dogs. Ripped the sign down, let Diavlo bite it and rip it into splinters then threw it in the Hudson River. Exhausted. Drank enough Poland spring to float a ship. But I sweating it our just as fast. Sunset falls over the city as the lights from the construction units light the erie sight. A glow of blood red shines through the lights as the sun finally disappears. It is a bad day for most as we in SAR realize that after 72 hours humans are presumed dead, unless they can get to water. But after feeling the heat, that is highly unlikely in the depths of what I have seen as hell. My account September 13 2001.

Now for the hardest part. The anniversary of this tragic event. As you know I had to get rid of Diavlo. That was hard. I didn't want to go to any 9/11 functions this year for I didn't have my dog. I didn't do any of this for thanks or to become a hero. I had a tool. A dog that can detect people. All I did was take him to a place to do what he was trained to do. Not having him with me as I went back down there was not an option.

Diavlo's new Handler didn't think it was a good idea when I first asked him. He gave me his valid reasons. But John the fireman got in touch with him and asked for Diavlo to be there. But Dominick was still not convinced. So our team leader from Task Force gave an official request for Diavlo to be present on 9/11. Dominick called me and told me he was giving in. He also said it will be very hard for me when I am going to say good bye a second time to Diavlo. I told him that Diavlo will come as soon as he heard me call for him. Dominick said no way. He has this dog in total control. So we made a bet that the dog will come to me in Battery Park from over a block away.

This is what happened that morning.

It was VERY bittersweet reunion. I did win the bet. But Dominick was right it was not a good idea. I have been crying since he left. I sooooo have to find another dog. SOON. He was so happy to see me that he actually peed. His little stump was going a zillion miles a second. I called HHHHEEEEAAAAAAARRRREEEE HE CAME CHARGING FROM OVERE A BLOCK AND A HALF AWAY. He came tearing through the crowd and ran right up to me and came in so fast he actually slid on his ass in the sit position right in front of me. I gave him a hot dog and freed him and gave him a tug toy he ingnored it and jumped up and knocked me to the ground. We rolled in the grass as people stared they didn't know what to make out of our reuinion. Dominick came over and said thanks, that puts me six months back in training. I said I know but he will always be MY DOG. Enough. I am messing my keys up with my tears. I miss him so much.
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I try to bring the thread, only most times it does not work for me. I want you to watch this video. I saw this truck in a video record from 9/11 and it also said next Chicago. Also there was no plane I saw at the time the first tower got hit, there was a huge ball of light or something that hit it, no plane. This video made me believe the one I saw as real, if so it could be some where on the internet. I found it by accident, was not looking for it, the best one that made sense because he was a tourist visiting NYC taking pictures before and during the hit that morning. Very interesting video could put this one into focus. He was video taping on the phone as far as it would go, he was headed out with everyone else I believe it was to the bridge out of NYC. He went under some over bridge type roads or something, the pillars were there, the people were moving under them, I not that knowing about NYC, have not been there much. It Could be were trucks go to deliver products. I think it over and under and the people were under at that about the end of the video.

Hankie, I wonder if the "planes" were a foretaste of project Blue Beam? I noticed that the first plane was not very well defined in the stated video, I would surmise that "vision" as well "sound" would be required to pull off a holographic stunt. I'm not saying that there were no planes but some things do not add up. Did or could you see the first plane hit in that video? I could only see an explosion which may or may not have been due to prepositioned explosive devices.
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Here is a twatter thread on the hero Dog's from 9/11!

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I have a close personal friend, a "Brother" to me, that was there. He and his SAR dog, Diavlo. We have been members of another board, since 1999. Here is his account from the days and years after those fateful days. Diavlo is buried under the new One World Trade Center. He died from complications of breathing all that shit in the days following the attack. Heads up, very long read. But very powerful, somber account of what happened. Godspeed Diavlo. The first Rottweiler SAR dog. You were a great boy.

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I wrote this yesterday. I am no writer so please bear with me. I also left a lot of details out that I care to forget but most of the account is here.


It was an ordinary day. A beautiful September crisp clear day. I rode the Busa into work like I did everyday. I started my crew and went to work in my little office on the 60 Floor of One Chase Plaza.

At 8:46 A.M. I heard a loud explosion and looked out my window and seen that the World Trade Center was on fire. It was near the 85 floor. I put on the news and they said A plane crashed into it. I was watching the tower and then all of a sudden I saw the second plane smash into one side of the building of the south tower and a fire ball engulf the top of the building. Pebbles and debris hit my window.

I backed away in horror. An announcement came over our Class E fire system that we where going to evacuate the building. I got on the radio and told my men to get out and meet over by Maiden Lane. It was around nine 9:30 when we heard the banging sounds. I looked up and could see a huge smoke ball by the towers. With that I ordered the men to leave the area. I got on my bike and headed out of the city. To me we were at war. That was my first thoughts that day.

As I got into my house the phone was ringing. My cell phone had over twenty missed calls. I started calling people back and was watching the TV. Then it came, a call from FEMA. I was told to get the gear, Pack the dog and supplies and get down to Chambers and West Street. I always have my stuff ready to go so I loaded everything into the truck got a water supply and headed out in the truck. Only to get about four miles and people where WALKING out of the city. I could not get into the city. Even with FEMA ID they would not let my truck into the city. A cop offered me a ride but we couldn't get the cage into the car. I called FEMA and they got in touch with the Red Cross. The Red Cross came with a van and loaded me up. I was going over the 59 street bridge looking down town and noticed that the second tower was down. I asked Pete the guy driving the van where did the other tower go? He said it fell at 10:30.

Shit. Within an hour and a half both towers a quarter mile high, with a daily average population of 50,000 were down. I turned and opened Diavlo's cage. He came out and sat next to me and just stared at me. He could feel my sadness and tension. I told him he was going to be busy but I never knew what we were really in for. As we drove pass the mass exodus of people. I was thinking about my training and what I was going to be doing down there. I knew Diavlo could do the work. He was just certified for SAR a few weeks before this and he did really well in his field trials. But this was Urban SAR work. Much different than what we trained for. What I didn't know was just how different it was going to be. This was going to be a day that was going to put man and dog to the brink of what I knew as reality.

We traveled across town where we picked up a few cops that needed a ride. The amount of people just trying to get out of the city was astounding. I got down to Chambers Street and got Suited up. The first thing I remember was the smell. It was not of this Earth. It was very foreign. The smell was like brunt marshmallows from a camp fire along with human flesh.

I took Diavlo and walked over to Greenwich Street. I could see 7 world trade center was on fire. I checked into what was our temporary command post. At four thirty a fire man came over and asked me is that a SAR dog? I said yes. He said come on I need to find my crew. I was given a pack, which contained an Emergency beacon some basic first aid supplies and headed out. He was asking where I got the containment suit from. Told him Government issue. I was not prepared to see what I came next.

As we rode down west Street I saw the towers or should I say skeleton. The once mighty towers and surrounding building were a pile of debris. I looked at Diavlo who kept squinting from the smoke and dust. As we walked I noticed the people around us being treated. Their blood dried from the dirt. Their faces where covered in this gray paste. You could not tell a black man from a white. Men where walking around with tears. I mean real men not freaking girly guys.

Then Diavlo alerted. God tell me that this is not a person. It was one of the jumpers. The Fireman whos name I still don't know said that there are a lot of them and for me to watch my step. He dragged me away and snapped me out of my already growing shock. I wanted to leave. This was not what I trained for. Who could I find? Could any one really have survived all this?

He took me by the South tower. He said his buddies were in this area. I started doing a search of the area but the smoke the heat and the debris was way more than I had expected. I felt Diavlo was in danger. He kept hitting on parts.

One of my team guys came over with bandages and duct tape. We wrapped both dogs feet up and continued the search. My facemask kept fogging up. I heard a bunch of men yell over here, over here. Turned out they found some firemen still alive. Good find I thought there has to be more. The out skirts where littered with what was later determined to be body parts. When Diavlo hit on things I thought the smoke was getting in his way to do the job. What I didn't realize was that there where that many people that jumped before the building fell. God what a choice to have made I thought. Burn or jump. No one deserves to go like that.

My first search lasted about three hours before I started to think about Diavlo. I called my Vet and told him what was down there. Dr. Wen Immediately got in touch with supply houses and got everything you could possibly think of. Dog boots, mashers balm, antibiotic, Sutures, Selene solution, food water, it was all on the way. And he was 80 miles way. He came with an hour. I was so glad to see him. Diavlo was covered in dust. He told me to take him and hold his head he washed his nose out and said for me to come to him every half hour. He got in touch with the Suffolk county ASPCA. They had a mobile unit that they already had on the way. I thank you Dr Wen. You are one of the first I thank for helping me deal with things down there.

As I started my second search I came across a burnt body. Head to toe. It looked like a statue. Then, a full body with nothing totally intact. Not more than four feet from each other. That was the last full body I would find that night.

It was getting dark already and I was boiling hot and filthy. Diavlo was now a gray dog. I helped as they dug another body out. Every now and then I could see a huge gap and maybe a twenty to thirty foot drop. They had lights set up and generators. But it was getting dangerous for me and Diavlo. I decided to pull him for the night. It was ten thirty. We did six hours of recovery that night. I wanted to go home but something inside me made me stay. I went to my building and used one of the executives showers to wash Diavlo. Then I took a much needed shower.

When I was drying Diavlo, I noticed he had cuts on all four of his feet and had a burn blister on his neck. He never yelped or made a flinch. Man was I proud of that dog. I sat in the cafeteria but I could not stay. I had to go back. I was pulled at two AM and told to get some sleep. There will be plenty to do in the morning. I went back to the building and fed Diavlo. As I walked back to the building a few firemen and police men stopped me and we chatted about Diavlo. He loved the attention giving licks to every one. One he really liked John Murphy, who later just by chance became our fireman partner.

One thing I thought about when I lay in the building that night was how the people that were trapped felt. Some stuck inside the building above the fires and collapses from the initial hit. How some died a fiery death. How some died slowly with great pain from their injuries. Those poor souls that choose to jump. The people that knew they were going to die and the ones that heard the building coming down on them floor by floor finally smashing them into oblivion. I thought about the bodies, the faces, the people being held out of the site that wanted to find their love ones. I didn't sleep much that night.

September 12,2001



Day two 5:00 A.M.

I woke up thinking it was all a dream. But wait, this is not my bed. I am in my office. I looked out and see the lights, smoke and wreckage of what once was the World Trade Center. It is September 12. I look at Diavlo and asked him what has the world come to? What evil people must have in them? Diavlo being a dog can’t understand why humans act the way they do and right now neither do I. I get all geared up and start to head out. As I made my way out some Building Engineers asked if I needed any thing. I said no, as I looked from the roof of our building 65 stories up from what is now known as Ground Zero.

I went down to street level and see so many people just trying to get into the site to do whatever they can. People from all over our country have started to gather. I had to go get a Mayors pass to get into the site. Even with my ID they wanted passes given out. I checked into what now is a mobile trailer and what would become home base for me.

As I walked up Broadway, people were coming up to me and asking if I saw their loved ones. They were holding up pictures of missing people. They would come up and pet Diavlo. This went on every time I left the site. A priest came and blessed me and Diavlo as I looked and gathered everything in. This time I looked at the wreckage. The fire engines that were burnt and crushed. The plane engine on Wall Street. The buildings that are now just a pile of broken linclon logs. There where people all over the site. There where chains of people that volunteered to take the rubble out in buckets. Construction workers from all the Union trades lined up. Equipment stood at the ready but first a path had to be cleared to the site.

As that was all going on, I got teamed up with a few firemen. One of them was John Murphy. This man was great to work with. When I was down John was always there with a pick me up funny line. We got to work searching. I was given a GPS so I could document when the recovered bodies were found. As everyone worked, every now and then all the guys would yell quiet because someone thought they herd tapping. The smoke was always around. There where fires still burning below the pile. I was given flags to put down on where the dog alerted. I could keep working and recovery crews would dig the victims/parts out.

Then Diavlo alerted to a live find. I was so excited. It was around 1 PM. It was an old lady. She was around 55 -60 years of age. She was under some metal and dirt. I saw her eye open. I yelled for John to come over. As the fire men and I dug her out I could see that the side of her head had a huge wound and I could see her cheek bone. Her eye was swollen shut and the other was blood shot. She was caked in dry blood. She tried to say something but the medics where telling her to be quiet. As they dug her up my eyes could not break eye contact with hers. Then she stared to bleed. First out of her ear then her nose. Finally she opened her mouth but bubbles of blood are all that came out. She was staring at me when I saw her die right there as we all worked to get her out. I turned and walked off the site. I headed for the Hudson River. I sat there and was talking to Diavlo. I laid there, tears coming down my face. Just holding Diavlo tight. I was asking Diavlo why did I get involved with SAR. I never trained or thought about this end of the work.

I thought about the first time I was exposed to SAR work.
It was seven years ago. I was hiking some trails up state. It was almost dark when I returned to the lot where I parked my truck. I had a rottweiler but he was just an obedience dog. There where about fifteen people there with some rangers and police that were organizing a search party for a missing kid. They asked if I knew the area? I said yes and they asked if I would like to volunteer. I said sure and then we headed out. I watched the dog team that was there. It was a German Shepherd. In about three hours the dog took us right to the kid that wandered off the trail and got lost. That is the day that I said I want to do this type of work with dogs. As I laid there on the ground tears would just not stop. I was thinking about leaving and just going home. Then the phone call.

HAPO, a guy that I met from LABUSAS called my cell phone. I posted on LAB the night before and when the planes hit. He read the post and wanted to know what he could do to help. I told him to come on down. He was there in Connecticut watching it all on TV. He could not sit by and do nothing. He packed his truck with all types of stuff and made his way towards the city. As I hung up with Hapo I realized who the hero’s where. It was people like him that HAD to do something. I didn’t want to go back there.

John came over and took me to get some food. A mash tent was set up to feed us. I just looked at the food but could not eat it. As we made our way back I was amazed at the amount of people now working the site. Endless lines of brigades worked to get the dirt out of the site. Welding torches where cutting the beams away. Exhausted firemen, cops and union construction men worked until they where ready to pass out. I found more than one hundred body parts as I left the site that day. We recovered three full bodies and one live find that went bad. That one will stay with me forever. I met her a few times a month around three a.m. as I get awoken from a hard sleep.

I got a ride out of the city about 6:00 P.M. As I rode out, there where lines of people gathered on West Street. They had signs of support and were clapping as I was driving by. They were yelling thank you and we love you. God I was so over whelmed. I took a shower and gave Diavlo a bath when I got home. Dr. Wen came over and he slept the rest of the night at my house. Diavlo was exhausted and every now and then would SNORE loudly.

Hapo called me about nine thirty. He said he is at the Jacob Javits center. I drove into the city. Hapo and I talked for a few hours. I showed him Diavlo we talked dogs and it was good to have him there. He helped me with the passing of the old woman. He told me that it was good she died around people. She could have died all by herself under all that debris. Instead she fought to stay alive so she could have comfort in passing with people around her. We then called Ducmanic in California. I gave him a brief report about what was going on. Hapo said he was going to hang and get ID from the Javits Center so he can go into the site first thing in the morning. I said goodbye to him and drove home. IT WAS BECAUSE OF HIM I RETURNED. HAPO THANK YOU. I WILL REMEMBER THAT THE REST OF MY LIFE. Some of my neighbors where holding candles outside my house. One came over with a bottle of Crystal. He opened the bottle and made a toast to me and Diavlo. Two of the girls had tears in their eyes as I told them about things I seen. Then we all hugged and I went inside to try to get some sleep for day three.


I will not post about day three. The rest I will keep inside.


Day three.



Thinking of Diavlo last night and looking over some things I kept for Ground Zero. I found some notes I jotted down so I would not forget the facts of the first few days. For those that saved the account of my first two days down there add this to the account.


Another sleepless night. Can't seem to clear my throat. The smell is encased in my cloths even though I was wearing a containment suit. The bottom of my boots are melted so I will take another pair today. They have us working twelve hour shifts. I think that is nuts being the dog can't do more than twenty minutes at time in these conditions. I load my stuff and have to stop by the dispensary to pick up some more supplies. As I drive down the FDR I am numb. Seeing the smoke still lingering in the distance brings a feeling of disgust for humans that will do this to other humans.

What is wrong with people I think to myself? As I go through check point one and show my ID they tell me my ID needs to be changed to a new Mayor's pass. My Federal ID supersedes any city ID I tell them. The cop calls his sergeant who calls over a lieutenant who realizes that I am SAR first federal responder and sends me though without another word. Cops are doing their job but they have no clue who should be let in and who should be kept out.

Stopping by the dispensary I am amazed at the supplies available to us. There was everything you could imagine. From boots to inflatable rafts. It makes me proud to be an American and see how this country can pull together in a time of need. All these supplies are donated and within 48 hours are on site and are being dispensed to those that need it. I pick up everything I need and then head over to FHQ for my assignment. We have to park on the East side of town and walk across town through the now returning workers.

People trying to get a look at the site is becoming annoying to me. They stand there taking pictures like it is a new tourist attraction, as others hold signs looking for their loved ones. The smell of hell still lingers here very strongly. I am assigned to a red zone, which is tower two. There are many people here now. Much contamination of the site. Welders are cutting big steel guarders and there is three cranes working the site. As Diavlo hits on our field finds they are inputting them into the GPS. We are stopped by three blows of the horn. That signal means someone hears something and they need silence so they can hear where it is coming from. Around noon we found three seats from the plane. No people but plenty of scent.

By 2:00 I am spent. Diavlo has had three nose cleanings and one bath. His paw is scuffed and his sixth pair of dog boots are toast. I check off the pile and take him to Battery Park for some rest. Federal agencies are all over today. People come up to me on Broadway and want to take pictures with me and the dog. In uniform I have to be polite. But inside I wanted to tell people to fuck off. Diavlo loves the attention. He'll take the petting to who ever wants to give it.

Coming out of the park we meet a Jesus freak. She is blessing me and the dog. She was from some where out west and came to offer prayers and guidance for people that seek that type of stuff from God.

There is a huge billboard of letters and signs listing the names of the missing. I stop for a second to reflect. The mother that I meet yesterday is back. She asked Diavlo if he had seen her son. I directed her to a field information person that would answer any question in regards to finds. We are not allowed to talk too much about finds to victim's families. People are patting me on the back as I walk up Broadway. I am taken back by all the attention. There are no heros, Just Americans pulling together. Just the way I see it I guess.

I escort a bunch of transit workers into the Rector street train station. They want to search a train in the tunnel. I am with four other police search units. One has an asshole dog. He is a dual purpose. (SHIT IN MY OPINION.) We head into the tunnel and notice one of the steel guarders came right through the street and into the tunnel. That was amazing. The tunnel was filled with water. The transit workers started to go into it when they realized it was a sloping hill. The water got waist high before they decided to pump the area out so they could get down to the cars. This caused a major concern that the bath tub was cracked and leaking. The bath tub is what holds the Hudson river back from flooding into the lower floors of Ground Zero. The dogs got reassigned back to the red zone.

The reality hits me as I make it back onto the pile. This is now a recovery. But some people especially the firemen believe that people can be still trapped in pockets below.
I am asked if I would take the dog with a unit in a litter basket into a few voids. I said sure. We repel down two levels. First thing I notice is how hot it is. Then they lower the basket with Diavlo in it. He makes it down fine. We start searching but the heat is unbearable. I want to take my gear off to try and cool off. After another ten minuets and no finds I ask for an EVAC out of there. The dog is just too hot. I get him to a fire crew that was spraying water down the shaft and let them spray him down. Went to check with the vets and they pulled him for the rest of the night. All in all 137 finds today. Out of that, six were jumpers. Jumpers are the hardest finds. The parts implode on impact and because of the dust that covers them look like mannequins. The rest were parts or unidentifiable pieces.

As I sat next to another SAR dog handler that refused to send her dog into the voids, she said I was reckless sending my dog into those areas. I told her maybe she should go back to searching woods for lost scent articles. This is real and we don't get to choose where someone may be. I walked off in disgust. Went by Battery Park. Noticed a sign that said no dogs. Ripped the sign down, let Diavlo bite it and rip it into splinters then threw it in the Hudson River. Exhausted. Drank enough Poland spring to float a ship. But I sweating it our just as fast. Sunset falls over the city as the lights from the construction units light the erie sight. A glow of blood red shines through the lights as the sun finally disappears. It is a bad day for most as we in SAR realize that after 72 hours humans are presumed dead, unless they can get to water. But after feeling the heat, that is highly unlikely in the depths of what I have seen as hell. My account September 13 2001.

Now for the hardest part. The anniversary of this tragic event. As you know I had to get rid of Diavlo. That was hard. I didn't want to go to any 9/11 functions this year for I didn't have my dog. I didn't do any of this for thanks or to become a hero. I had a tool. A dog that can detect people. All I did was take him to a place to do what he was trained to do. Not having him with me as I went back down there was not an option.

Diavlo's new Handler didn't think it was a good idea when I first asked him. He gave me his valid reasons. But John the fireman got in touch with him and asked for Diavlo to be there. But Dominick was still not convinced. So our team leader from Task Force gave an official request for Diavlo to be present on 9/11. Dominick called me and told me he was giving in. He also said it will be very hard for me when I am going to say good bye a second time to Diavlo. I told him that Diavlo will come as soon as he heard me call for him. Dominick said no way. He has this dog in total control. So we made a bet that the dog will come to me in Battery Park from over a block away.

This is what happened that morning.

It was VERY bittersweet reunion. I did win the bet. But Dominick was right it was not a good idea. I have been crying since he left. I sooooo have to find another dog. SOON. He was so happy to see me that he actually peed. His little stump was going a zillion miles a second. I called HHHHEEEEAAAAAAARRRREEEE HE CAME CHARGING FROM OVERE A BLOCK AND A HALF AWAY. He came tearing through the crowd and ran right up to me and came in so fast he actually slid on his ass in the sit position right in front of me. I gave him a hot dog and freed him and gave him a tug toy he ingnored it and jumped up and knocked me to the ground. We rolled in the grass as people stared they didn't know what to make out of our reuinion. Dominick came over and said thanks, that puts me six months back in training. I said I know but he will always be MY DOG. Enough. I am messing my keys up with my tears. I miss him so much.
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Whoa...that is heavy shit, brother. I can't imagine.

Thank you diavlo, and for all who did what they were trained to do no matter the cost.

Need to take a little break.

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Seems to me all they'd need to do is prove he was an illegal president. That would null and void anything he did while sitting in that position, including any and all pardons. Right?
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Trump tweeted in 2018 "He could absolutely pardon himself". Anytime Trump tweets something it is a TRAP for the Dems. Trump knew Obama had pardoned himself.

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Seems to me all they'd need to do is prove he was an illegal president. That would null and void anything he did while sitting in that position, including any and all pardons. Right?
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Sadly, they'll never act on it. It would be the definition of a Constitutional crisis. They know, we know...that's as far as it will go.

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I have a close personal friend, a "Brother" to me, that was there. He and his SAR dog, Diavlo. We have been members of another board, since 1999. Here is his account from the days and years after those fateful days. Diavlo is buried under the new One World Trade Center. He died from complications of breathing all that shit in the days following the attack. Heads up, very long read. But very powerful, somber account of what happened. Godspeed Diavlo. The first Rottweiler SAR dog. You were a great boy.

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I wrote this yesterday. I am no writer so please bear with me. I also left a lot of details out that I care to forget but most of the account is here.


It was an ordinary day. A beautiful September crisp clear day. I rode the Busa into work like I did everyday. I started my crew and went to work in my little office on the 60 Floor of One Chase Plaza.

At 8:46 A.M. I heard a loud explosion and looked out my window and seen that the World Trade Center was on fire. It was near the 85 floor. I put on the news and they said A plane crashed into it. I was watching the tower and then all of a sudden I saw the second plane smash into one side of the building of the south tower and a fire ball engulf the top of the building. Pebbles and debris hit my window.

I backed away in horror. An announcement came over our Class E fire system that we where going to evacuate the building. I got on the radio and told my men to get out and meet over by Maiden Lane. It was around nine 9:30 when we heard the banging sounds. I looked up and could see a huge smoke ball by the towers. With that I ordered the men to leave the area. I got on my bike and headed out of the city. To me we were at war. That was my first thoughts that day.

As I got into my house the phone was ringing. My cell phone had over twenty missed calls. I started calling people back and was watching the TV. Then it came, a call from FEMA. I was told to get the gear, Pack the dog and supplies and get down to Chambers and West Street. I always have my stuff ready to go so I loaded everything into the truck got a water supply and headed out in the truck. Only to get about four miles and people where WALKING out of the city. I could not get into the city. Even with FEMA ID they would not let my truck into the city. A cop offered me a ride but we couldn't get the cage into the car. I called FEMA and they got in touch with the Red Cross. The Red Cross came with a van and loaded me up. I was going over the 59 street bridge looking down town and noticed that the second tower was down. I asked Pete the guy driving the van where did the other tower go? He said it fell at 10:30.

Shit. Within an hour and a half both towers a quarter mile high, with a daily average population of 50,000 were down. I turned and opened Diavlo's cage. He came out and sat next to me and just stared at me. He could feel my sadness and tension. I told him he was going to be busy but I never knew what we were really in for. As we drove pass the mass exodus of people. I was thinking about my training and what I was going to be doing down there. I knew Diavlo could do the work. He was just certified for SAR a few weeks before this and he did really well in his field trials. But this was Urban SAR work. Much different than what we trained for. What I didn't know was just how different it was going to be. This was going to be a day that was going to put man and dog to the brink of what I knew as reality.

We traveled across town where we picked up a few cops that needed a ride. The amount of people just trying to get out of the city was astounding. I got down to Chambers Street and got Suited up. The first thing I remember was the smell. It was not of this Earth. It was very foreign. The smell was like brunt marshmallows from a camp fire along with human flesh.

I took Diavlo and walked over to Greenwich Street. I could see 7 world trade center was on fire. I checked into what was our temporary command post. At four thirty a fire man came over and asked me is that a SAR dog? I said yes. He said come on I need to find my crew. I was given a pack, which contained an Emergency beacon some basic first aid supplies and headed out. He was asking where I got the containment suit from. Told him Government issue. I was not prepared to see what I came next.

As we rode down west Street I saw the towers or should I say skeleton. The once mighty towers and surrounding building were a pile of debris. I looked at Diavlo who kept squinting from the smoke and dust. As we walked I noticed the people around us being treated. Their blood dried from the dirt. Their faces where covered in this gray paste. You could not tell a black man from a white. Men where walking around with tears. I mean real men not freaking girly guys.

Then Diavlo alerted. God tell me that this is not a person. It was one of the jumpers. The Fireman whos name I still don't know said that there are a lot of them and for me to watch my step. He dragged me away and snapped me out of my already growing shock. I wanted to leave. This was not what I trained for. Who could I find? Could any one really have survived all this?

He took me by the South tower. He said his buddies were in this area. I started doing a search of the area but the smoke the heat and the debris was way more than I had expected. I felt Diavlo was in danger. He kept hitting on parts.

One of my team guys came over with bandages and duct tape. We wrapped both dogs feet up and continued the search. My facemask kept fogging up. I heard a bunch of men yell over here, over here. Turned out they found some firemen still alive. Good find I thought there has to be more. The out skirts where littered with what was later determined to be body parts. When Diavlo hit on things I thought the smoke was getting in his way to do the job. What I didn't realize was that there where that many people that jumped before the building fell. God what a choice to have made I thought. Burn or jump. No one deserves to go like that.

My first search lasted about three hours before I started to think about Diavlo. I called my Vet and told him what was down there. Dr. Wen Immediately got in touch with supply houses and got everything you could possibly think of. Dog boots, mashers balm, antibiotic, Sutures, Selene solution, food water, it was all on the way. And he was 80 miles way. He came with an hour. I was so glad to see him. Diavlo was covered in dust. He told me to take him and hold his head he washed his nose out and said for me to come to him every half hour. He got in touch with the Suffolk county ASPCA. They had a mobile unit that they already had on the way. I thank you Dr Wen. You are one of the first I thank for helping me deal with things down there.

As I started my second search I came across a burnt body. Head to toe. It looked like a statue. Then, a full body with nothing totally intact. Not more than four feet from each other. That was the last full body I would find that night.

It was getting dark already and I was boiling hot and filthy. Diavlo was now a gray dog. I helped as they dug another body out. Every now and then I could see a huge gap and maybe a twenty to thirty foot drop. They had lights set up and generators. But it was getting dangerous for me and Diavlo. I decided to pull him for the night. It was ten thirty. We did six hours of recovery that night. I wanted to go home but something inside me made me stay. I went to my building and used one of the executives showers to wash Diavlo. Then I took a much needed shower.

When I was drying Diavlo, I noticed he had cuts on all four of his feet and had a burn blister on his neck. He never yelped or made a flinch. Man was I proud of that dog. I sat in the cafeteria but I could not stay. I had to go back. I was pulled at two AM and told to get some sleep. There will be plenty to do in the morning. I went back to the building and fed Diavlo. As I walked back to the building a few firemen and police men stopped me and we chatted about Diavlo. He loved the attention giving licks to every one. One he really liked John Murphy, who later just by chance became our fireman partner.

One thing I thought about when I lay in the building that night was how the people that were trapped felt. Some stuck inside the building above the fires and collapses from the initial hit. How some died a fiery death. How some died slowly with great pain from their injuries. Those poor souls that choose to jump. The people that knew they were going to die and the ones that heard the building coming down on them floor by floor finally smashing them into oblivion. I thought about the bodies, the faces, the people being held out of the site that wanted to find their love ones. I didn't sleep much that night.

September 12,2001



Day two 5:00 A.M.

I woke up thinking it was all a dream. But wait, this is not my bed. I am in my office. I looked out and see the lights, smoke and wreckage of what once was the World Trade Center. It is September 12. I look at Diavlo and asked him what has the world come to? What evil people must have in them? Diavlo being a dog can’t understand why humans act the way they do and right now neither do I. I get all geared up and start to head out. As I made my way out some Building Engineers asked if I needed any thing. I said no, as I looked from the roof of our building 65 stories up from what is now known as Ground Zero.

I went down to street level and see so many people just trying to get into the site to do whatever they can. People from all over our country have started to gather. I had to go get a Mayors pass to get into the site. Even with my ID they wanted passes given out. I checked into what now is a mobile trailer and what would become home base for me.

As I walked up Broadway, people were coming up to me and asking if I saw their loved ones. They were holding up pictures of missing people. They would come up and pet Diavlo. This went on every time I left the site. A priest came and blessed me and Diavlo as I looked and gathered everything in. This time I looked at the wreckage. The fire engines that were burnt and crushed. The plane engine on Wall Street. The buildings that are now just a pile of broken linclon logs. There where people all over the site. There where chains of people that volunteered to take the rubble out in buckets. Construction workers from all the Union trades lined up. Equipment stood at the ready but first a path had to be cleared to the site.

As that was all going on, I got teamed up with a few firemen. One of them was John Murphy. This man was great to work with. When I was down John was always there with a pick me up funny line. We got to work searching. I was given a GPS so I could document when the recovered bodies were found. As everyone worked, every now and then all the guys would yell quiet because someone thought they herd tapping. The smoke was always around. There where fires still burning below the pile. I was given flags to put down on where the dog alerted. I could keep working and recovery crews would dig the victims/parts out.

Then Diavlo alerted to a live find. I was so excited. It was around 1 PM. It was an old lady. She was around 55 -60 years of age. She was under some metal and dirt. I saw her eye open. I yelled for John to come over. As the fire men and I dug her out I could see that the side of her head had a huge wound and I could see her cheek bone. Her eye was swollen shut and the other was blood shot. She was caked in dry blood. She tried to say something but the medics where telling her to be quiet. As they dug her up my eyes could not break eye contact with hers. Then she stared to bleed. First out of her ear then her nose. Finally she opened her mouth but bubbles of blood are all that came out. She was staring at me when I saw her die right there as we all worked to get her out. I turned and walked off the site. I headed for the Hudson River. I sat there and was talking to Diavlo. I laid there, tears coming down my face. Just holding Diavlo tight. I was asking Diavlo why did I get involved with SAR. I never trained or thought about this end of the work.

I thought about the first time I was exposed to SAR work.
It was seven years ago. I was hiking some trails up state. It was almost dark when I returned to the lot where I parked my truck. I had a rottweiler but he was just an obedience dog. There where about fifteen people there with some rangers and police that were organizing a search party for a missing kid. They asked if I knew the area? I said yes and they asked if I would like to volunteer. I said sure and then we headed out. I watched the dog team that was there. It was a German Shepherd. In about three hours the dog took us right to the kid that wandered off the trail and got lost. That is the day that I said I want to do this type of work with dogs. As I laid there on the ground tears would just not stop. I was thinking about leaving and just going home. Then the phone call.

HAPO, a guy that I met from LABUSAS called my cell phone. I posted on LAB the night before and when the planes hit. He read the post and wanted to know what he could do to help. I told him to come on down. He was there in Connecticut watching it all on TV. He could not sit by and do nothing. He packed his truck with all types of stuff and made his way towards the city. As I hung up with Hapo I realized who the hero’s where. It was people like him that HAD to do something. I didn’t want to go back there.

John came over and took me to get some food. A mash tent was set up to feed us. I just looked at the food but could not eat it. As we made our way back I was amazed at the amount of people now working the site. Endless lines of brigades worked to get the dirt out of the site. Welding torches where cutting the beams away. Exhausted firemen, cops and union construction men worked until they where ready to pass out. I found more than one hundred body parts as I left the site that day. We recovered three full bodies and one live find that went bad. That one will stay with me forever. I met her a few times a month around three a.m. as I get awoken from a hard sleep.

I got a ride out of the city about 6:00 P.M. As I rode out, there where lines of people gathered on West Street. They had signs of support and were clapping as I was driving by. They were yelling thank you and we love you. God I was so over whelmed. I took a shower and gave Diavlo a bath when I got home. Dr. Wen came over and he slept the rest of the night at my house. Diavlo was exhausted and every now and then would SNORE loudly.

Hapo called me about nine thirty. He said he is at the Jacob Javits center. I drove into the city. Hapo and I talked for a few hours. I showed him Diavlo we talked dogs and it was good to have him there. He helped me with the passing of the old woman. He told me that it was good she died around people. She could have died all by herself under all that debris. Instead she fought to stay alive so she could have comfort in passing with people around her. We then called Ducmanic in California. I gave him a brief report about what was going on. Hapo said he was going to hang and get ID from the Javits Center so he can go into the site first thing in the morning. I said goodbye to him and drove home. IT WAS BECAUSE OF HIM I RETURNED. HAPO THANK YOU. I WILL REMEMBER THAT THE REST OF MY LIFE. Some of my neighbors where holding candles outside my house. One came over with a bottle of Crystal. He opened the bottle and made a toast to me and Diavlo. Two of the girls had tears in their eyes as I told them about things I seen. Then we all hugged and I went inside to try to get some sleep for day three.


I will not post about day three. The rest I will keep inside.


Day three.



Thinking of Diavlo last night and looking over some things I kept for Ground Zero. I found some notes I jotted down so I would not forget the facts of the first few days. For those that saved the account of my first two days down there add this to the account.


Another sleepless night. Can't seem to clear my throat. The smell is encased in my cloths even though I was wearing a containment suit. The bottom of my boots are melted so I will take another pair today. They have us working twelve hour shifts. I think that is nuts being the dog can't do more than twenty minutes at time in these conditions. I load my stuff and have to stop by the dispensary to pick up some more supplies. As I drive down the FDR I am numb. Seeing the smoke still lingering in the distance brings a feeling of disgust for humans that will do this to other humans.

What is wrong with people I think to myself? As I go through check point one and show my ID they tell me my ID needs to be changed to a new Mayor's pass. My Federal ID supersedes any city ID I tell them. The cop calls his sergeant who calls over a lieutenant who realizes that I am SAR first federal responder and sends me though without another word. Cops are doing their job but they have no clue who should be let in and who should be kept out.

Stopping by the dispensary I am amazed at the supplies available to us. There was everything you could imagine. From boots to inflatable rafts. It makes me proud to be an American and see how this country can pull together in a time of need. All these supplies are donated and within 48 hours are on site and are being dispensed to those that need it. I pick up everything I need and then head over to FHQ for my assignment. We have to park on the East side of town and walk across town through the now returning workers.

People trying to get a look at the site is becoming annoying to me. They stand there taking pictures like it is a new tourist attraction, as others hold signs looking for their loved ones. The smell of hell still lingers here very strongly. I am assigned to a red zone, which is tower two. There are many people here now. Much contamination of the site. Welders are cutting big steel guarders and there is three cranes working the site. As Diavlo hits on our field finds they are inputting them into the GPS. We are stopped by three blows of the horn. That signal means someone hears something and they need silence so they can hear where it is coming from. Around noon we found three seats from the plane. No people but plenty of scent.

By 2:00 I am spent. Diavlo has had three nose cleanings and one bath. His paw is scuffed and his sixth pair of dog boots are toast. I check off the pile and take him to Battery Park for some rest. Federal agencies are all over today. People come up to me on Broadway and want to take pictures with me and the dog. In uniform I have to be polite. But inside I wanted to tell people to fuck off. Diavlo loves the attention. He'll take the petting to who ever wants to give it.

Coming out of the park we meet a Jesus freak. She is blessing me and the dog. She was from some where out west and came to offer prayers and guidance for people that seek that type of stuff from God.

There is a huge billboard of letters and signs listing the names of the missing. I stop for a second to reflect. The mother that I meet yesterday is back. She asked Diavlo if he had seen her son. I directed her to a field information person that would answer any question in regards to finds. We are not allowed to talk too much about finds to victim's families. People are patting me on the back as I walk up Broadway. I am taken back by all the attention. There are no heros, Just Americans pulling together. Just the way I see it I guess.

I escort a bunch of transit workers into the Rector street train station. They want to search a train in the tunnel. I am with four other police search units. One has an asshole dog. He is a dual purpose. (SHIT IN MY OPINION.) We head into the tunnel and notice one of the steel guarders came right through the street and into the tunnel. That was amazing. The tunnel was filled with water. The transit workers started to go into it when they realized it was a sloping hill. The water got waist high before they decided to pump the area out so they could get down to the cars. This caused a major concern that the bath tub was cracked and leaking. The bath tub is what holds the Hudson river back from flooding into the lower floors of Ground Zero. The dogs got reassigned back to the red zone.

The reality hits me as I make it back onto the pile. This is now a recovery. But some people especially the firemen believe that people can be still trapped in pockets below.
I am asked if I would take the dog with a unit in a litter basket into a few voids. I said sure. We repel down two levels. First thing I notice is how hot it is. Then they lower the basket with Diavlo in it. He makes it down fine. We start searching but the heat is unbearable. I want to take my gear off to try and cool off. After another ten minuets and no finds I ask for an EVAC out of there. The dog is just too hot. I get him to a fire crew that was spraying water down the shaft and let them spray him down. Went to check with the vets and they pulled him for the rest of the night. All in all 137 finds today. Out of that, six were jumpers. Jumpers are the hardest finds. The parts implode on impact and because of the dust that covers them look like mannequins. The rest were parts or unidentifiable pieces.

As I sat next to another SAR dog handler that refused to send her dog into the voids, she said I was reckless sending my dog into those areas. I told her maybe she should go back to searching woods for lost scent articles. This is real and we don't get to choose where someone may be. I walked off in disgust. Went by Battery Park. Noticed a sign that said no dogs. Ripped the sign down, let Diavlo bite it and rip it into splinters then threw it in the Hudson River. Exhausted. Drank enough Poland spring to float a ship. But I sweating it our just as fast. Sunset falls over the city as the lights from the construction units light the erie sight. A glow of blood red shines through the lights as the sun finally disappears. It is a bad day for most as we in SAR realize that after 72 hours humans are presumed dead, unless they can get to water. But after feeling the heat, that is highly unlikely in the depths of what I have seen as hell. My account September 13 2001.

Now for the hardest part. The anniversary of this tragic event. As you know I had to get rid of Diavlo. That was hard. I didn't want to go to any 9/11 functions this year for I didn't have my dog. I didn't do any of this for thanks or to become a hero. I had a tool. A dog that can detect people. All I did was take him to a place to do what he was trained to do. Not having him with me as I went back down there was not an option.

Diavlo's new Handler didn't think it was a good idea when I first asked him. He gave me his valid reasons. But John the fireman got in touch with him and asked for Diavlo to be there. But Dominick was still not convinced. So our team leader from Task Force gave an official request for Diavlo to be present on 9/11. Dominick called me and told me he was giving in. He also said it will be very hard for me when I am going to say good bye a second time to Diavlo. I told him that Diavlo will come as soon as he heard me call for him. Dominick said no way. He has this dog in total control. So we made a bet that the dog will come to me in Battery Park from over a block away.

This is what happened that morning.

It was VERY bittersweet reunion. I did win the bet. But Dominick was right it was not a good idea. I have been crying since he left. I sooooo have to find another dog. SOON. He was so happy to see me that he actually peed. His little stump was going a zillion miles a second. I called HHHHEEEEAAAAAAARRRREEEE HE CAME CHARGING FROM OVERE A BLOCK AND A HALF AWAY. He came tearing through the crowd and ran right up to me and came in so fast he actually slid on his ass in the sit position right in front of me. I gave him a hot dog and freed him and gave him a tug toy he ingnored it and jumped up and knocked me to the ground. We rolled in the grass as people stared they didn't know what to make out of our reuinion. Dominick came over and said thanks, that puts me six months back in training. I said I know but he will always be MY DOG. Enough. I am messing my keys up with my tears. I miss him so much.
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I told people before and it is hard to explain why I saw things in May before my brain surgery. I saw the attack on NYC, and I was supposed to go there for my daughter graduation, she worked at the Salvation Army Offices I believe, anyway, I did not make her graduation, I was sort of in NYC during those days, May the 7th or maybe 6th to the 8th before I was taken to the hospital. I saw the dead pieces of bodies and then the birds eating the flesh of the people that were being gathered as fast as they could. I heard bulldozers and Some type of helicopters and some seen to have guns on them. What I felt could not compare to really in the flesh being there.

For a few years after this, I woke up screaming about the same time of year, seeing the same things. The smoke for the towers and the people who jumped and the birds and the sounds. I hope this does not bring it again. Any why, I do feel bad for your friend I hope he alright now.

Right now I kind of sick to my stomach again from this. I saw this in may and then again in Sept. morning 9/11 so this was not fun for me, I realized I had seen true.

We sent boots to NYC for the firemen, they needed these boots a lot we all thought. Salvation Army gave them out. they sent us a fire truck, we in Alabama were thankful and happy that they got the boots. I know they did, my daughter help give them out.

You can imagine my daughter was in NYC at the time all this happened and I did not know how close she was to the event, she wasn't I had to tell her what was happening.

I Finally got to see my daughter graduate and my son in law, and I went to see the place of the twin towers. I saw the cross beams in the shape of a cross. I never forget that.
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I try to bring the thread, only most times it does not work for me. I want you to watch this video. I saw this truck in a video record from 9/11 and it also said next Chicago. Also there was no plane I saw at the time the first tower got hit, there was a huge ball of light or something that hit it, no plane. This video made me believe the one I saw as real, if so it could be some where on the internet. I found it by accident, was not looking for it, the best one that made sense because he was a tourist visiting NYC taking pictures before and during the hit that morning. Very interesting video could put this one into focus. He was video taping on the phone as far as it would go, he was headed out with everyone else I believe it was to the bridge out of NYC. He went under some over bridge type roads or something, the pillars were there, the people were moving under them, I not that knowing about NYC, have not been there much. It Could be were trucks go to deliver products. I think it over and under and the people were under at that about the end of the video.

Hankie, I wonder if the "planes" were a foretaste of project Blue Beam? I noticed that the first plane was not very well defined in the stated video, I would surmise that "vision" as well "sound" would be required to pull off a holographic stunt. I'm not saying that there were no planes but some things do not add up. Did or could you see the first plane hit in that video? I could only see an explosion which may or may not have been due to prepositioned explosive devices.
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I have been watching a video Chip posted and I swear there was NO plane, building #1 no matter how many times I watch it. It even shows in reverse and I still see NO plane. A flash, an outward explosion yes, but no plane. IMO Pentagon was missile hit. NO plane there either! Lots of lying going on. Sorry, jumped into this no aggravation intended, been psoff for 18 years over it, still gets to me.
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I try to bring the thread, only most times it does not work for me. I want you to watch this video. I saw this truck in a video record from 9/11 and it also said next Chicago. Also there was no plane I saw at the time the first tower got hit, there was a huge ball of light or something that hit it, no plane. This video made me believe the one I saw as real, if so it could be some where on the internet. I found it by accident, was not looking for it, the best one that made sense because he was a tourist visiting NYC taking pictures before and during the hit that morning. Very interesting video could put this one into focus. He was video taping on the phone as far as it would go, he was headed out with everyone else I believe it was to the bridge out of NYC. He went under some over bridge type roads or something, the pillars were there, the people were moving under them, I not that knowing about NYC, have not been there much. It Could be were trucks go to deliver products. I think it over and under and the people were under at that about the end of the video.

Hankie, I wonder if the "planes" were a foretaste of project Blue Beam? I noticed that the first plane was not very well defined in the stated video, I would surmise that "vision" as well "sound" would be required to pull off a holographic stunt. I'm not saying that there were no planes but some things do not add up. Did or could you see the first plane hit in that video? I could only see an explosion which may or may not have been due to prepositioned explosive devices.
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No plane hit the first one and that video started before anything was coming, it was the person doing what most tourist do in NYC, taking picture and video, no plane just a line of light and a ball shape as it hit the the tower or right before it hit, barely anything showed except the ball of light or what ever, weapon which is my take on what I saw, the trail was barely noticeable behind the ball shape, I guessing it was a good size because if the place it was to the size of the building. I was in the same spot they said the plane hit, only it was not a plane. I have no idea about the second one it did not show in the video, no planes were ever in that video.

That truck sure was and he said, it also said next Chicago, since it had a plane which was the second plane in that picture, I never saw it in video it could be the plane could not be seen from that angle. I have problems after seeing that video because it so real, and now more so, there was no first plane period. It was something, and it hit in the same place, that part was true, the place it hit. Not what they said, and if they can lie about one thing they will lie about the others. They did say there was middle eastern with guns and they were dancing around shooting off to the sky while doing so, this is what people who came up to him was telling him white the truck was in view. They had not even seen the hit on the first tower when they were saying it, because it scared them, they had no idea what they were doing. It was about this time the second one happened. They looked up. Everyone started moving fast going out, then met up with others doing the same, then more.I think the people who died that day deserve the truth about that attack it was an attack no matter who did it. I know it was an attack people jump to the ground to keep from burning to death. To do this is monstrous. I not for us killing civilians in other countries, I am the same for their side as ours.


I think it maybe still on the internet, I would be hard put to tell you where it could be, I was not looking into this when I ran across it, I was looking into that day. I had it in my bookmarks on another computer, you know what happens if you do not download off any computer, and it messes up, you loose them.
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Sept 10th I fell asleep at page 169 in the 5th edition hardcover 'Rise and Fall of third Reich'...the next Chapter is about the Reichstag Fire....I'll never forget that. My exmilitary biz partner snuck into my room so as not to wake the children and said...'we dragged the old black and white tv out of the shed and you have to see this'...with the collase of the 2nd building we both knew it was a controlled take down...and then looked at each other and said 'they will try and blame this on Osama'...5 minutes later...'Bin Laden' was mentioned.
The whole world changed...and not for the best....
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I'm sorry, Hankie. I didn't mean to bring this back to you, full force, like that. I truly hope you do not have any ill from reading what my friend wrote.


This was my reality in those days. Our children were young, the oldest just starting school. She was actually left out because I wouldn't get her vaccinations, so we were to go to the doc that day to get the last one she needed.

We ended up spending the better part of the day there, because the Doc's daughter was in NYC as well, and she could not get ahold of her. I'm not asking that woman to do ANYTHING until she knows her daughter is alive and well, ya know? She did, and her daughter was safe. Thank God.

But the friend who wrote that, took me on a tour of Manhattan in 2006 or so. There was basically still a hole in that spot, when we went there. The feeling was so heavy there. Many lives were really lost there. You could FEEL it. Very, very heavy.

It is our Pearl Harbor. For those of us who weren't alive/aware, when that fateful day happened.

The rat bastards. And then used it to try to destroy us.




This, is why we are here, in this thread, right now.
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hf Awesome posts WIW, TL;still reading.
I recall LJS saying she witnessed a plane flying
low overhead before belly-flopping into the Pentagon.
WWG1WGA!!!!

The whole world changed...and not for the best....
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again since my born-again experience 20 years ago.
Had some vivid dreams this week, some good, some not.

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