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What I witnessed 15 years ago in NYC will definitely affect my vote in November

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twin-towersEvery year on this date people say they will “never forget,” but for the other 364 days of the year they act like they did.

For some of us forgetting is not an option.

Thank God I’m not one of the people who lost a family member in the terror attacks of September 11, 2001.

Still, as a northern New Jersey resident living about 15 minutes from New York City, the images, sounds and the putrid smells are burned into my mind like a brand on a steer. Like a tattoo on my soul that I can never remove.

And it’s one of the major reasons I’m casting my vote for Donald Trump.

I was 23 years old and was just waking around 8:30 a.m. as my mom, my brother and I were scheduled to close on an investment property that afternoon.

I was still tired because I had stayed up late the night before to go over the numbers. My eyes opened and closed as I fought to stay awake.

Suddenly the television, tuned to Fox 5, turned to static. When it came back on smoke was billowing from one of the Twin Towers.

“There was just a bad accident at the World Trade Center,” I yelled to my mother who was preparing breakfast.

Now wide awake, I listened intently as the anchor described, what they believed to be, a single engine jet that crashed into Tower 1.

Then, at 9:03 a.m., the world changed forever.

A second plane slammed into the second tower and I knew, everyone knew, what had just happened.

“It was no accident,” I screamed to my mother. “A second plane just hit.”

The voices of the anchors, who moments earlier were trying to figure out what kind of plane hit the first tower and how it happened, turned somber and scared.

The people who we had become accustomed to remaining calm and steady while they informed us of what was happening in the world around us, suddenly sounded as confused and frightened as we all were.

My brother called. He was driving to us from Atlantic City and I heard my mom talking to him. She didn’t mention what happened because she didn’t want him to get nervous while he was driving on the highway but she asked where he was.

“Near Newark Airport,” I heard him say on speakerphone.

We looked at each other knowing that was the last place we wanted him to be, but at least he was close.

“There won’t be a closing today,” my mother told him. “Just get here.”

For the next several hours, as we worked to get the kids out of school and get as much of our family gathered together as we could, I watched the towers fall. Not on television like most of America. I literally watched as they disappeared from the skyline.

We heard about the Pentagon being hit and a plane crash in Pennsylvania and we wondered how many more jet fuel filled flying missiles were still in the air.

And, yes, we witnessed what appeared to be Muslims celebrating the events of the day, just as Trump said and as I’ve detailed before.

It is because I can never forget that day that I wouldn’t consider voting for anyone other than Donald J. Trump for president.

America, and Western civilization itself, is in a fight for its very life. The time for appeasers, who placate the enemy and who are so afraid to offend anyone that they cannot speak its name, is over.

If you truly will “never forget” September 11, 2001 then you need to vote for Trump.

Because if America suffers through another four years of “leadership” like the previous eight we may not get another chance.

Carmine Sabia

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