9/11...RIP to the innocents...

Wow. It's been 8 years already...I cant believe it. I remember it still like it was yesterday...Brooklyn Technical High School...a straight line from my math class window to the towers was ~2 miles across the water. I remember being IN class, looking out the window...to see the first plane hit. I remember being stunned/shocked...as if I was still dreaming and not sitting in class the first full week of school. A double take revealed what I had feared, and it was evident that something big happened. An exclamation from me, some startled looks and everyone turned to see what it was that I was on about...shock, horror. Everyone at the window...not knowing what was going on but knowing something big happened. Watching, watching...and seeing the silvery streak of another airplane enter our field of vision...it couldnt...no way...the silver towers and the reflection of the morning sun gave way to an explosion upon impact. Someone is crying, their mom works in the tower. Phones are dead...smoke is billowing across the sky and over head. We stayed there, watching, and watching...the towers collapse. We are sent home....the trains are shut down...not going anywhere. Sitting in Fort Greene park and thinking the world is going to end. Rumors..Taj Mahal, White House, Space Needle, Pentagon...
Common thought amongst us all as we sit at the park and silently observe, in our minds, the end of the world. Trains running again...homeward bound...trains are packed, nobody speaks. All that is heard throughout a city are the sirens...

Where were you?

I was sitting in my living room watching the television. They interrupted the show I was watching and were showing the towers on the news. I could not believe my eyes when I saw what had happened. I yelled up the stairs to my roommate about what had just happened. I was in utter shock and disbelief!

I was at home (San Antonio), getting my kids up for school that morning. They were just little ones back then, and my youngest wasn't born yet. It's astonishing how relentlessly time marches on regardless of heartache or triumphs. Anyhow...I turned on the TV to let them watch some morning cartoons with breakfast, and I saw a picture of the towers with smoke billowing out of one of them. Needless to say, no one watched any cartoons that day.

I just dropped whatever it was I was doing and stared at the TV...and saw the second plane hit. It was very surreal. Somehow, I numbly went through the motions of getting the kids ready for school and out the door to their bus stop. Then the rest of the day, I sat and watched all the stories unfold...saw the towers collapse...heard each new report of the other two planes going down....rumors of more planes headed for more targets... I don't think I'll ever lose those burned in images of people leaping from the upper floors of the towers. :tears:

For three days, I did little else but watch the news and cry. Then I turned the news off....and haven't watched it since.

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Originally Posted by JLC

I was at home (San Antonio), getting my kids up for school that morning. They were just little ones back then, and my youngest wasn't born yet. It's astonishing how relentlessly time marches on regardless of heartache or triumphs. Anyhow...I turned on the TV to let them watch some morning cartoons with breakfast, and I saw a picture of the towers with smoke billowing out of one of them. Needless to say, no one watched any cartoons that day.

I just dropped whatever it was I was doing and stared at the TV...and saw the second plane hit. It was very surreal. Somehow, I numbly went through the motions of getting the kids ready for school and out the door to their bus stop. Then the rest of the day, I sat and watched all the stories unfold...saw the towers collapse...heard each new report of the other two planes going down....rumors of more planes headed for more targets... I don't think I'll ever lose those burned in images of people leaping from the upper floors of the towers. :tears:

For three days, I did little else but watch the news and cry. Then I turned the news off....and haven't watched it since.

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The world stood still on its axis that day.

I lived and worked in Manhattan at the time. I was on an uptown bus from my apartment to my job. We stopped at light and I looked over to see the TVs in a bank tuned to the news and it was showing the video of the first plane hitting. It was really a surreal moment and something I'll never forget. I worked for a little while before leaving to go home. Pretty much all public transportation was shut down so I had to walk the 40 blocks home in the direction of the WTC. It was chaos. People streaming across bridges to get out of Manhattan. People crying and everyone in a state of shock.

One of the saddest things I notice, 8 years later, is that people seem to have forgotten what happened and the anger isn't there anymore. When people get upset about the treatment of suspected terrorists and the profiling that goes along with trying to keep our country safe, they should remember what happened on 9/11. We need to do whatever we can to keep this country safe from the savages that want to see us destroyed.

I am in canada and its kind of eerie what happened to me. I was still asleep at the time it all happened. We are 2 hours behind. The eerie thing is I had a dream about twin buildings collapsing that night before. When I woke up and turned on the tv it was on and I thought I was still dreaming.

That was the third time in my life I had dreamed of something the night before it happened. The second time I dreamed of a tornado the night before and the first time was when I was 5 and dreamed of being kidnapped the night before. In my dream a man in a car pulled over and offered me my fav candy to get in the car. In my dream I got in and he took me away, Next day the exact car and man stopped by me on the way to school, he had the same candy, I remembered my dream and ran to school as fast as I could.

I still get the same feeling of shock whenever i see old pics and videos of 9/11, like it was yesterday. I sure hope I dont have any more disasterous dreams.

I was not there when it happened, but 9/11 is something that has had a definite and permanently effect on my life and that of my families, one that has sent me half way around the world more than a few times, and has eventually permanently disabled me. None of that though is as terrible, or important as what happened on that terrible day.

I was in the reserves at the time, working as a police officer. I had gotten off of patrol the night before and was going to a remodeling job I was doing on the side when it happened. The next day my fiancé and I moved our wedding day up from November 10th (Marine Corps Birthday) to the 22nd of September, and the day after that I got orders to get activated. Since then it has been one heck of a ride.

I also can not believe how much people have forgotten about those events that day. I do not believe our freedoms should be infringed upon to secure those freedoms, but I also have a more real world view on what the soldiers should be doing, or able to do.

I was in science class and I was living in va at the time. I didnt really pay attention to the tv though I was talking to friends all I knew was that something happened in new york but they let everyone go home and I didnt think nothing off it at the time but I went skating with some friends because they closed the school so I didnt find out for sure what happened till late that night

I was in high school, senior year and in my gov't and eco class. I will never forget what happened that day; while I personally did not loose anyone there were many kids from my school that lost family on that day.

I actually just came back in from the rain; the company I work for hosted a re-dedication for the Freedom Stone we donated years ago for the cornerstone at ground zero.

http://www.innovativestone.com/BannerLandingPage.htm

Aside from the rain it was a nice ceremony and really brought back memories. There are many policemen and fire fighters that are still struggling with their health due to the service they put in on that day.

I think its important we all remember and honor those who lost their lives and the families they left behind as well as those who gave their services in the rescue efforts.

I was at home still waking up. Laying on the couch watchign the Today show when they stopped to bring a report of a place crashing into a trade center tower. At that time they thought it was an accident. But then with the live feed on the first tower, I saw the second place hit and then it really set it that this wasn't an accident but an attack. I remember calling all of my friends and my pastor. A bunch of us gathered and prayed later in the day.

The biggest thing 9/11 did to me was it made me a murderer in my heart. Before 9/11 the thought of killing another human being was repulsive for any reason even self-defense.

After 9/11....when I thought of having a gun and the people responsible in front of me, I could see myself killing them. Not out of justice, but because I wanted to kill them. I wanted vengence.

The Lord says that when a man sins in his heart it is the same as if he has actually done it. So a part of my innocence died that day.

I was asleep when it happened. My roommate and I were awakened by our friend from across the hall pounding the heck out of our apartment door. When we groggily made it there, saying something along the lines of "What the *!@#, Todd," and opened the door, he just yelled, "TURN ON YOUR TV NOW!"

We did, and oh boy, what a morning...

I was in 6th grade, at home getting ready for school.

Saw it on T.V. that the first plane crashed.

I went to school and the teacher turned the radio on and we heard what was happening.

Everyone was being evacuated from the skyscrapers here in Chicago

I was 13 on Sept 11th, 2001. I remember being in school hearing something had happened but the school insisted on progressing through the day as if nothing was going on. My next class was Choir, so we stood on the risers, the teacher came in and started handing out the music for the song we were working on ... something incredibly inappropriate for the mood in the room, something like "I am happy all over" .. something very happy and upbeat.

She stood in front of us with a smile started to go through the music and she stopped mid sentence. Stood there for a second, and said "I can't do this. I wont do this. I refuse to sing or direct you guys to sing about being happy when the world is so sad."

She directed us to the commons area for the remainder of the class period and she turned on the TV, we then watched the second tower fall live, mere seconds after she turned it on. It is something I will not forget. The bell rang, and we went to the next class where those teachers had no problem pretending like the world was fine.

Whether it was in effort to protect us from panic, or themselves from panic .. I am still angry at them for doing what they did. I had to watch the towers fall, then expected to switch that off for a math test. I hated it.

I was sitting in the dentist chair getting a root canal at the time. The dentist had a little TV up in the corner of the room so patients could watch TV while getting work done. I couldn't hear much that was going on but I could see it. Afterwards I had to go into work, I was starting later because of my dentist appointment, I got there just as they were locking down the whole building. Spent the rest of the day with my co-workers gathered around TV's in a locked office building. Did a lot of crying and a lot of praying that week. It was a frightening time for everybody.

I was in highschool, and at first I thought it was a movie. Until the newscaster showed up. Then I realized it was real.

Great thread...

I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of my first pair of 100% Het. Albino Ball Pythons from BHB. Thankfully Brian dropped the ball (as was typical of him back then) and forgot to ship my animals. They would have certainly perished from the heat or cold since flights were grounded for so many days.

I was in Home Depot buying wood to build Ball Python racks when my mother called and said "We are under attack!?!" I'll never forget that day...

Heroes died to save the lives of innocents. The brotherhood that was displayed that day is the reason that I love this country!

I'll always remember 9/11/01...

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I was in Home Depot buying wood to build Ball Python racks when my mother called and said "We are under attack!?!" I'll never forget that day...

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I was in 8th grade Lit. I watched the 2nd tower get hit and remember going "Oh crap!" and no one even flinching at my very loud proclamation. It was so very unreal. My Dad has been involved in the Airline Industry since I was 10 so I got to see first hand how 9/11 affected the Aviation Industry.

He's now a FAA Officer here in Atlanta GA.

That day is one that I will most likely never forget. I was sleeping in my moms room cuz she worked a night job then, and woke up to her TV, herself, and her BF all talking. I didn't know exactly what was happening, I had to get ready to go to school.

When I made it to my first class my teacher had the TV on. I don't think we did any school work in that class that day. I'm not even sure if we had a full day of school.

Sad day...

I was in world history class and we were just talking about middle east at the time then a teacher ran in the room and turned on the tv. We were so quiet and just watched the tv all day.

I was at work - a report from the television in another room, and I assumed it was a small plane like the one that hit the Empire State Building so many years ago. Then another, and one into the Pentagon, and yet another into a field in Pennsylvania, and I knew that, like it or not, the U.S. was at war with an unknown enemy. Kyaking on Long Island Sound the next few days, under skies unmarred by contrails and unnervingly silent, the sunsets were as red as fresh blood, tainted by the smoke from the still burning towers . . .

I will never forget.

~Bruce

i was asleep when it happened since i live on the west coast. i can remember being woken up at about 5-6 a.m. when my dad called the house on his way to work and my mom answered the phone and i think she said "are you serious? 2 planes hit the twin towers?". i didnt think of it as anything since i'd never heard of them. then i walk into my math class(8th grade) and notice the substitute teacher had the tv on to the news watching the same thing that my mom had said over the phone. it was then i knew it had to have been something serious.

Crazy to hear other people's experiences that day. Thanks to everyone who replied so far. =]