9/11 - Where were you?

I was working in my Bicycle Shop and was with a vendor when we heard the news in the radio then I turn the TV on and BOOOM!! the second plane crash. It was horrible.

Also the same day me and my wife was celebrating our wedding aniversary. Today we celebrate our 10th anniversary!!!!

I remember I had just woken up to get ready for high school, It was like every morning, I would sit there and watch the news while i attempted to get ready. They were just chatting about the same ol thing when they mentioned the first tower being hit. I was in shock and it scared the hell our of me. i couldnt leave my tv. i just wanted to watch and see how it all played out. I ended up staying home from school that day and paying close attention the the events playing out. i didnt know what to make of it all. I remember sitting there watching people jump and the faces on people standing around... it brought tears to my eyes.



On a second note.... A coworker of mine just mentioned seeing signs on her way to work saying that 9/11 was a fake and it was an inside job... i hate when people say that. Anyone else?

I was in Middle School. We had heard about something happening, but were told to continue with class as usual. That was a big thing from the principal and the higher ups, go about your day like nothing happened.

So we did, we went to choir and the teacher, who was obviously flusttered, came into the room and was readying us for class. Told us to stand on the risers, and calm down. She handed out that music and was about ready to begin when she stopped.

She put down her hands, and closed her book and said "This is crazy. Why should we stand here and sing about happiness when we are all so sad? I'm not teaching today." She then guided us to the commons area where we watched the news for the rest of the class.

that day I saw both the second plane hit and the collapsing of both towers. Since I was in middle school, I understood what was going on .. like strategically (I played/play a lot of video games) but the human cost was just not hitting me. I still don't think it has fully hit me. My brain knows it, I understand it, but my heart has blocked the full impact out as to not break.

When I get really sad, the way I cope now is I shut down.

I feel bad for the people who lost loved ones. I don't have any kids so I can't even imagine how you parent felt. I do know that when my mom got home that day, and saw my sister and I on the couch watching the news, I don't think I have been hugged that hard in my life and her eyes were so big ... it must have been a rough day for her.

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Originally Posted by Lewdogg3

I remember I had just woken up to get ready for high school, It was like every morning, I would sit there and watch the news while i attempted to get ready. They were just chatting about the same ol thing when they mentioned the first tower being hit. I was in shock and it scared the hell our of me. i couldnt leave my tv. i just wanted to watch and see how it all played out. I ended up staying home from school that day and paying close attention the the events playing out. i didnt know what to make of it all. I remember sitting there watching people jump and the faces on people standing around... it brought tears to my eyes.



On a second note.... A coworker of mine just mentioned seeing signs on her way to work saying that 9/11 was a fake and it was an inside job... i hate when people say that. Anyone else?

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I went to New York last year and we went to Ground Zero, i don't think i have ever seen so much emotion. It was so tense, people were crying, and trying to console one another. It was such a quiet area of a loud bustling town.

I was home sick from school. I was just coming down stairs for some orange juice in time to see the second tower get hit. I remember asking my mom, "Is this real?" I thought it might have been a movie, but it didn't 'feel' like it was fake.

At my high school all classes were cancelled and TVs were brought into the classrooms for people to watch the news as it unfolded.

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Originally Posted by Lewdogg3

On a second note.... A coworker of mine just mentioned seeing signs on her way to work saying that 9/11 was a fake and it was an inside job... i hate when people say that. Anyone else?

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There are far too many unanswered questions for my taste. They say another plane hit the Pentagon. Yet all footage of the event was taken and has not been released. There was no debris from a plane. The next day, trucks were brought in to put dirt and pavement over the sight. No forensic teams were brought in to search for bodies or the plane. I'm not saying it was an "inside job" per say, but actions speaks louder than words, and the actions of the Bush Admin following the 9/11 attacks - both immediately after and to date - were extremely suspect no matter how you look at it. I just can't reconcile a firm belief in any scenario without all the facts, and when they appear to be intentionally hidden from me, I get suspicious.

But whatever the case, this is a day to remember what we know did happen; families were torn apart, a terrible tragedy took place, and thousands of innocent people were made to suffer and die for no cause we can really fathom. It happened in our own backyard. I know people who were there that day. I know a policeman who was on duty, who was hit by falling debris. In a spiritual sense I believe everybody is connected, and, if anything proves that fact, beyond political party lines, race, religion, sexual orientation - this proves it. We all grieve together this day.

That is what I feel the central point should be remembered today. We can theorize about what may or may not have happened another day.

I was in study hall in the cafeteria of my high school. In the cafeteria there are glass doors to which we can see the school office. My vice principal comes running out of the office into the cafeteria and jumps onto a table to turn on the TV.

A few minutes later we saw the second plane hit the towers live. I remember it so vividly. We were scared, we didn't know what was happening. I was friends with people in New York, and my heart went out to them. I later found out that they were just down the street and had to evacuate... walk across the bridge... sit in darkness at home.

Then the pentagon was hit, and then later the plane in the field that was brought down by the courageous passengers to prevent even more destruction.

I tear up when I think about it, and I feel like it has changed everyone who witnessed it, either through TV or live in person.

I was taking that semester off from college i was in a tiny city in northern Tennessee called Westmoreland crashed on a friends couch i woke up to see the news on and i jokingly said to my friends dad what happened did we go to war thinking it was a movie or something then i looked over and saw him crying. i never stopped watching the tv that whole day it was very life altering to me being a guy no where near the towers but i felt it right where i sat definitely a day to remember forever

Among other things, I still remember sitting in my car watching the smoke rise off of where the building used to be. The view seems so empty now.

I was actually doing a job I had procrastinated on for some time, which was working in the file room, archiving some of my files (a BUNCH of them, it was going to be an all day job). Then I heard someone say that a plane had hit a building, and I thought they were talking about something local.

Then I found out the magnitude of what was going on. As the day progressed and we kept hearing how many planes were in the air still, Flight 93 was still in the air and not responding, and I said to my co-workers "we're going to shoot it down". They looked at me like I was crazy and said "they wouldn't shoot it down, there are innocent people on that plane". I said "sadly - they're already dead, either we shoot them down, or the terrorists will hit their next target".

Later, after we heard about it crashing in PA, it was confirmed that there were orders to shoot it down if it came to that.

Since I'm very near Atlanta, another major metropolitan city, many companies closed down for the day for security reasons and we were sent home early that day. I still remember it - Tuesday, September 11th.

I remember just being numb and in shock for the rest of the week, and when Saturday came around and I had time to be quiet - I was hit with a great sense of depression and cried the entire weekend in mourning for those we lost and the incredible sense of loss.

I had been in this country for 2 months (I arrived on July 11th) , I received a phone call to tell me to turn the TV on, which I did and within a few minutes of that I saw the second plan crashed into the tower, I was in shock and could not believe my eyes.

I will never forget those images, to me it still feels like it happened yesterday.