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I remember the day like it was yesterday. What day?
September 11, 2001. Like it was yesterday. And I know it's hard to believe that it's been 7 years. It truly is. There's a handful of us who meet every September 11th at the exact spot where we were all surfing when we heard the news. Oh yes, it had everything to do with surfing on that day.

Hurricane Erin was sitting off our coast, just spawning perfect surf, under a cloudless, clear blue, September morning sky. This day had the makings of a beautiful memorable day of surf. Instead, it became this dark day in our Nation's history. Indeed, our World History.

The darkest of days, on the clearest day.

19 cowardly radical Islamic Muslim Terrorists slammed two planes into the World Trade Center in NYC and one slammed into the Pentagon while a 4th crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.

I remember it all. As I'm sure many of you do. How could we not? Hurricane Erin was a perfect storm for us. I recall grabbing my wetsuit and shortboard along with my GL1 3ccc camera and tripod. Ironically, I left my booties at home. The day before was plenty warm enough and the water temps would on the surface seem to warrant no booties. I woke up early enough to have breakfast with my wife and kids before they headed off to school.

I had finished up one last work project and then headed down the street to capture some surf on camera before joining my buddies for a beautiful really fun looking surf session. It was around 8:00AM when I asked one of my friends what the water temp was like and to my surprise he said it was cold. "How cold?" I asked. "You need boots." Was his answer. "You're kidding." I said incredulously."Nope. It got cold."

"Damn, I'll have to drive back up the road to grab my dam booties." I thought to myself as I finished shooting a few more waves. Dammit, I hate it when I screw up with gear. I know it's only a slight inconvenience, but it just irks me to think that I came down to the ocean unprepared. It was around 8:40AM when I headed back home. By the time I got back it was 8:45AM. I was poking around the garage looking for my booties. After all, it had been since May when I last wore them.

I found the boots and decided to refill my coffee cup.

My wife was in the kitchen watching TV. "A plane crashed into the World Trade Center." She says. "How the hell did that happen?" I answer. I was thinking she meant the World Trade Center in Boston. Then I saw the image on the TV. "What the hell? That had to be intentional. Some clown had to have crashed his small plane into the building on purpose to piss someone off." I blurted out. Of course, I had no idea it was a large airplane. I thought it was some small Cessna or small single seater jet or something.

I went down to my office on the lower level to grab another tape, and on the way back up, a friend of mine called. "Are you watching TV?" he asked. "Yes I saw it. What do you suppose happened there?" I asked him. My friend was a fellow Veteran and he was also a pilot.

That's when I heard my wife gasp. "A second plane hit!"

"What? The hell???" I said as I stood there staring in disbelief. Then the words came out of my mouth that I would echo the rest of the day. "We're at War!" I heard my buddy Victor get frantic on the other end. "Vic I've got to go. I'll call you back." I went over and stood by my wife in complete shock and disbelief. "My God we're at war!"

I'm not sure when, but I know we spoke of the kids in school, and wondered how widespread this attack was. When it became clear that it was just in NYC and only at the WTC, we caught our collective breaths.

I gave my wife a kiss and then headed out the door. "I've got to go tell my friends who are out surfing and don't know. We're at War!"

So I became the town crier that morning, stopping every person who went into the water and everyone who came out. My message was the same. "We're at war!" The stunned looks on everyone's faces will stay with me forever. As the morning crept along, we noticed the eerie stillness in the air. There were no planes flying.

Even in and out of PEASE which is usually active, was grounded. We listened to the radio. WBCN and the voice of Howard Stern became our connection to what was unfolding in the world. It was surreal to say the least.

Perfect waves unfolding in the near distance, while thousands of innocent civilians were dying. The absolute helpless feeling that overtook us all was numbing. I remember the knot in my stomach that morning. Not for those who were already dead and dying but for those men and women in uniform who would be ultimately going off to battle these evil sons of bitches. If they were this evil to kill innocent civilians one could only imagine what the near future would bring.

Then we all thought about our friends who were flying that day. Our good buddy Bobby Morgan was in the air flying to Mexico for a surf trip. None of us knew what airline or flight he was on. Those tense moments of waiting word on Bobby was another stark reminder of the helplessness we all felt that morning. We found out later that Bobby was safe. They landed his plane along with hundreds of other flights that morning. Bobby was safe.

Another local surfer was not so lucky. Bob Hayes. Married with two young sons Bob was flying to LA on a business trip. He was on American Airlines Flt 11 out of Boston's Logan Airport. Bob's plane hit the first tower.

And all the while, the surf kept pouring in.


If you were out that morning you know exactly what I'm talking about. The strange eerie feeling of wanting to surf yet wanting to crawl up into a ball and pray this was just a bad dream. A nightmare that we would all wake up from. It was an awakening much like what happened on December 7th, 1941. Only this was happening in real time. We watched on live TV thousands of Americans dying.

The brave Firefighters and Police in NYC that morning. The countless acts of heroism at the Pentagon. The incredible courage on Flt 93 over Pennsylvania

Do you remember?

Do you also remember the days that followed? How everyone flew their flags. How we all stood together and actually became United.

Do you remember?

Well, I do. I remember the silent patriots who by the hundreds of thousands, enlisted in the US Military to volunteer to fight this new shadowy enemy.

Do you remember?

Some of those brave Americans who enlisted in the Armed Forces were from New Hampshire. And some of them have paid the ultimate price for their willingness to fight for our freedom. And some of them were surfers. There are 34 names etched on a Memorial Monument in front of the American Legion Hall in Hampton that bears their names. That Global War on Terrorism Memorial monument was born from the ashes of 9- 11- 2001.

We won't forget them. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

Do we really need another wake up call of that magnitude to shake us back into reality? I wouldn't think so. But something tells me, that a good portion of our society has hit the "snooze" button on our Reality Alarm Clock.

Wake up America. We're STILL at War.

So I know a bunch of you (like me) were secretly hoping that Hurricane Ike had taken a sharp right turn after slamming through the Caribbean. None of us wanted to see that storm head into the Gulf. Now I'm quite certain that they Gulf Coast got some surf before during and possibly after the surge hit. I'm also certain that the damage was more than likely devastating to so many others.

Hurricanes. You just pray that they would spin aimlessly out to sea for a few days and them move on into open water and die a peaceful death. None of us want to see death and destruction to any country, or their people.

We just want to surf.

Last week I expressed some serious concern about the potential trouble in Patriots Nation, As most of you already know, Tom Brady is hurt. The Patriots QB was injured last week against the CHIEFS. It did NOT look good. And I mentioned how I could care less about the team this year, and after last year's devastating loss to the Giants in the Super Bowl, I was officially off the band wagon.

Well, I felt bad for Brady, and I found myself suddenly interested in the team again under Matt Cassell at QB. What the hell? Why Not? And Matt Cassell has not let us down yet. He won last week, and he won today against the J-E-T-S JETS and Brett Farve. Look Matt's NO Tom Brady and he's no Tony Eason. He might be somewhere in the middle. And right now. That's not bad.

Can we win the Division? Sure.

Can we win the AFC? Who knows?

Can we win (gulp) the Super Bowl? Maybe.

But I do know this. We're in 1st Place in the AFC East.

I want to thank the surfers who came out on Thursday September 11, 2008 to the Local American Legion POST 35 for their third annual GWOT Dedication. The Veterans from the State of New Hampshire who were killed in the GWOT since last September 11, 2007 had their names added to the monument outside the Post building.

Hawaii's Most Famous Group Returns for Benefit Concert
The Makaha Sons, Hawaii's most beloved group for over 30 years, return to the New Hampshire Seacoast bringing that aloha spirit this September.

An Evening of Aloha with the Makaha Sons and Friends, presented by Cinnamon Rainbows Surf Company will return to the Meehan Center for the Performing Arts at the Cooperative Middle School in Stratham/Exeter, NH on Saturday, September 20 at 7PM.

The night of music will include hula performances by Hui Na Kawaiuaili and Kealo Koko, with musical performances by Margo Reola, Barry Kimokeo, three time Grammy Award Winner Daniel Ho and the Makaha Sons.

Tickets are $25 and $30 and are available on line through or Kikenei Productions PO Box 352, Hampton, NH 03842. For more info call 603-812-1514 or email

* Happy Birthday to Hoku Nichols who turned 13 on September 7th, and Happy Birthday to Max Fatello
who turned 17 today, September 14th.

Remember my friends...Surfing heals all wounds....
Pray for Surf. Pray for Peace. Surf For Fun.


Yesterday September 11, 2001
(Below) This image will live with me until my dying day. The perfect surf under a perfect sky, on the darkest
day in our Nation's History.
Video Frame Grab by R. Fatello SFOD

2008 Today-September 11, 2008

(Above) The day was eerily close in weather. 7 years later at the exact moment. I can still vividly remember
that day.
Photo by R. Fatello SFOD

(Above) Each year, a handful of us meet here at the exact moment. The day the surf didn't matter.
Tony and myself reflecting.
Photo by R. Fatello SFOD

(Above) Later that evening we unveiled the names of the three NEW Veterans who gave their lives
since last September 11, 2007.
Photo by John Carden

(Above) Juctin R. P. McDaniel PFC US ARMY Andover NH, Nathan H. Hardy CPO NAVY SEAL (Surfer) Durham,
NH and David Stelmat SPC US ARMY Littleton, NH. We won't forget their sacrifices, nor the sacrifices of their
loved ones.
Photos courtesy of the Internet

(Above) Later that night. September 11th, 2008. The names on this monument were born from
the ashes of September 11, 2001.
Photo by R. Fatello SFOD

2008 Today-MORE TS Hanna- New England September 7-8, 2008.

(Above) Max Fatello celebrates his 17th birthday today. Bet he wished he had surf like this today.
What a difference a week makes. Happy Birthday Mackey V!
Photo by Ed O'Connell


(Above) BHD cranking one back for the youngsters to grasp. Geezer this, you sons of bitches!
Photo by Ed O'Connell

(Above) Monday morning was still fun. Ask Steve Franson how much fun it was.
Photo by Ed O'Connell

(Above) Or ask "Hat Guy" Above about Monday Morning Hanna. Photo by Ed O'Connell

(Above) Monday Morning Hanna.
Photo by Ed O'Connell

(Above) Unknown on a Monday morning carve at the Wall.
Photo by Ed O'Connell

(Above) Eric Cannon couldn't get enough of Hanna on Sunday, so he got a little more on Monday.
Photo by Ed O'Connell

(Above) And me on my Magic Board...well...I was still stoked. Early Monday morning Hanna.
Photo by Ed O'Connell

(Above) The photos of me on my Magic Board were all from the same ride on Monday.
I couldn't decide which pic I liked best, so I used it as a rollover. Put your cursor over the image for
another take on this same ride.
Photos by Ed O'Connell

(Above) Hanna at the Wall as seen by Brian Nevins high above the madness.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Brian was shooting the Seafood Festival crowds at the main beach and then banked
around to shoot the Hanna crowds at the Wall.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Same day different angle.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Unknown Hanna rider
Photo by David Murray

(Above) Southern NE had it all. Color, crowds and size.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Oh and it was windy too. Southern NE.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Got Beef? Southern NE had it.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Overhead Hanna Southern NE .
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Now that's a spicey Meat-a-ball! Southern NE.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Southern NE line-up.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Caught inside. Southern NE.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Southern NE also had warm water.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Where were you? Southern NE.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Stand up surfing in Southern NE.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Southern NE
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) In between the big set waves you could cut loose. Southern NE.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Hard off the bottom of a Hanna bump in Southern NE.
Photo by Kevin Doherty

(Above) Meanwhile back home in Northern NE . Evan rides the sun filters.
Photo by Bryan Nicholson

VIDEO by SFOD R. Fatello

(Above) CLICK ON Video (photo) Frame Grab from "Surfing The Soul" Clip.
Video Frame grab by R. Fatello SFOD

2008 Today-MORE TS Hanna- New England September 2008.

(Above) William Grisanzio in Maine.
Photo by Christina Grisanzio

(Above) Michelle Legatova surfed Hanna's inside section.
Photo by Viera Legatova

(Above) Shaka September.
Photo by Carl Williams

(Above) Fish Eye Glide By
Photo by Carl Williams

((Above) September spray .
Photo by Carl Williams

(Above) September grace.
Photo by Carl Williams

2008 Today-Beyond New England September 2008.

(Above) Brian Nevins went to the Middle East the week before Hanna. Here's a few of
the images he brought back.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Jordan beauty.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Middle East Ruins in Jordan .
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) For those who have spent time in the Middle East it is a life changing experience. I know, my
wife and late father-in-law have it burned into their souls.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Jordan boy and donkey.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Middle East in black and white.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Jordan's Natural art.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) Middle East magic.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) That's a long ride on a camel.
Photo by Brian Nevins

(Above) My buddy Doug Hendry loves surfing in the fog.
Photo by John Duffy.

(Above) The Westies at their favorite playground.
Photo by John Duffy

(Above) An Evening of Aloha with the Makaha Sons and Friends, presented by Cinnamon Rainbows Surf Company will return to the Meehan Center for the Performing Arts at the Cooperative Middle School in Stratham/Exeter, NH on Saturday, September 20 at 7PM Tickets are $25 and $30 and are available on line through or Kikenei Productions PO Box 352, Hampton, NH 03842.
For more info call 603-812-1514 or email

(Above) A Flyover Memorial Paddle for a fallen Surfer David Skimin USCG in Hawaii
Photo Bernie Baker

(Above) A Flyover Dropping of Flowers for a fallen Surfer/Military man David Skimin USCG in Hawaii
Photo Bernie Baker


(Above) A Flyover Dropping of Flowers for a fallen Surfer/Military man David Skimin USCG in Hawaii
Photo Bernie Baker

(Above) David Skimin must of been a pretty special man to warrant this kind of send off. Rest in peace
David. Thank you for your service to our country. God Bless and Aloha.
Photo by Bernie Baker

Today 2008 PARTING SHOT Which Way to the Surf?

(Above) Water so thick you could walk on it? Middle Eastern allure.
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