9/11 - Where were you?

On another forum, a person started a "where were you?" thread. This is my reply. I thought I'd share it here too.

I was asleep. A friend called me when they saw it on TV because my then-husband worked 2 days a week in NY, and sometimes in the WTC. My friend first asked if my husband was in NY that day. Yes. Then asked if he was in the WTC that day. I didn't know. Then said I might want to turn on the TV because a plane had just crashed in to the WTC. I imagined a tiny plane that basically bounced off the building like had happened many years before.

So I went and turned on the TV, and see pictures of the pentagon. That was one of the most unreal moments of my life, because I knew my friend was more than intelligent and educated enough to know the difference, but it took me several minutes to wrap my brain around the concept that BOTH buildings had been hit by planes.

It was HOURS before I knew if my husband was alive or not. I was in shock and stayed glued to the TV all day. Finally my then 4 year old daughter asked why they were knocking down so many buildings. Realizing she could not understand it was the same thing over and over jolted me out of it a little bit.

My husband made it home the next day, physically fine, but in some ways I feel like he never did come home. Those images that [someone from the other forum] mentioned of people jumping out of the windows...he saw that in person. He heard & felt when the towers collapsed. He ran for his life. Stuff like that changes a person. Six months later he announced he wanted a divorce. He denies it, but I believe it had very much to do with the mental & emotional trauma we both went through that day.

It is not all bad. My ex never liked snakes or any animals for that matter. I just got remarried last week, and my new husband is almost as into the snakes as I am. :D

One of those days I'll never forget. I was in High School, 4th period, just got out of Economics when I heard someone mention a plane hit the WTC. I thought the kid was just being an idiot but after walking through the hallways you could tell the staff was preparing for some chaotic events.

I went home with a few friends, most of the seniors left that day to watch the news. We were watching the live feed when we saw the second plane hit; it was so surreal we all just sorta stared at the tv in silence.

My brother works in the city and had to walk home over the bridge that day, luckily he was ok. I had a lot of friends in school lose family members that day, definitely one of those events that gets etched into your memory.

I was in college in Organic Chem. lab when the plane struck the tower. When the towers fell I was in Calculus. The worst part of this was my roommates at the time were the sons of the Jordanian ambassador to the U.S back then.. need less to say I had some very interesting people stop by the house to "talk" in the days following. I remember the fear and shock I felt seeing the tower go.

God rest the Souls of the people that lost their lives that day and be with our troops as they seek justice for this act.

Our youngest was only about 5 months old and I was up tending to him, my husband was sleeping as he was on 2nd shift back then, just a typical day really. I flipped on the television and watched as we all did with growing horror, incredible sadness and shock at the events unfolding on that tv screen.

I remember screaming to Mike to wake up and running to grab up the baby into my arms. I just needed in some deep instinctual way to have my baby safe in my arms. My thoughts raced to my older kids in school and to all those other children that had just lost a parent in the horror of those buildings coming down.

I'm a Canadian by birth, married to an American. My heart hurt so much for the citizens of my new country but also swelled with such pride at the actions of the country of my birth. That awful day, without question for the safety of it's own citizens and it's airspace, Canada took in well over 200 flights that had been destined for American airports - any of which could have been carrying more terrorists. I am still proud of that to this day and so proud of my new American "family" that came together in their shock and grief to support those more directly affected by this evil moment in history.

Recently Mike and I were watching some old episodes of NYPD Blue. Even after all these years, seeing a shot of the towers in the background, makes the hair stand up on my arms.

I'd run from California all the way to WV in two days in my tractor trailer, so I could be home for my stepfather's open heart surgery. My family was in the process of moving from the southern part of the state to the northern. My brother also drove truck so he was in Chicago I think it was on this day 7 years ago. Everyone else was working, so I elected to stay with dad for a week or so until I had to get back out on the road.

I brought him home the day before 9-11, and was so worried on that morning that the terrorist attacks would be too much for his weakened heart to take. My mom and brother were unable to get through to us via phone, and I remember thinking how I would have gone crazy were I out on the road at some truckstop and unable to get hold of anyone.

During all that going on, I went out to smoke a cigarette on the balcony. I heard a plane that sounded like it was flying really low and had those engines gunned. I looked around but couldn't see it. I found out later when I bought some magazines out on the road that the flight path of the Shanksville flight took it right over where I was and my blood went cold that I could've been hearing one of those last few minutes those people had.

I hope their souls are at rest, and that their families can find peace. They will never be forgotten.

I always go to the Shanksville site on the anniversary to pay my respects.

I was asleep, still in college..changed my eyes to things

Today, I am on shift as a firefighter

NEVER FORGET!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AW8puRqE4Sc

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Originally Posted by Spaniard

I had a lot of friends in school lose family members that day, definitely one of those events that gets etched into your memory.

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Every time 9/11 comes around again, it is hard for me. It helps to hear stories from other people and to be reminded that while I may have lost a marriage, so many people lost so much more. Not that I ever forget, but having it shoved in my face helps.

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Originally Posted by Freakie_frog

The worst part of this was my roommates at the time were the sons of the Jordanian ambassador to the U.S back then.. need less to say I had some very interesting people stop by the house to "talk" in the days following.

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That must have been quite... interesting.

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Originally Posted by Freakie_frog

God rest the Souls of the people that lost their lives that day and be with our troops as they seek justice for this act.

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Originally Posted by frankykeno

Recently Mike and I were watching some old episodes of NYPD Blue. Even after all these years, seeing a shot of the towers in the background, makes the hair stand up on my arms.

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Me too! Well, I'm not sure about my hairs standing up, but it definitely gives me a weird feeling. When there is just a brief shot, I sometimes rewind to look at it again. Sorta like pressing a bruise to see how much it hurts.

I was watching a show on TV and the show was interrupted with "breaking news" and a reporter was standing in front of the WTC talking about how a jetliner had flown into the building when suddenly the 2nd jetliner appeared on camera behind him and also hit the WTC. The reporter was totally dumbfounded and started babbling having totally lost his composure. I was likewise stunned by this.

I was home with our first born, he was 4 1/2 years old. We were turning on the tv to watch some of his early morning tv shows, which weren't there, they were focused on the first tower being hit. My husband was working at JFK airport. He saw FBI running around with guns drawn as they were chasing some people on foot and in vehicles. Needless to say him and his work partner left the airport to head home. My one sister-in-law worked right across the street and was not allowed out of her building. She watched and heard people jumping out of the towers. I dont think anyone is the same after that day, whether you were right there or just watched it unfold on tv.

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.

I was at home.

After everything, I called all of my family out there and made sure they were alright.

My heart hurt so bad thinking of the possibilities.

It still does.

I was home sick that day and was woken by the phone, a few of my co-workers were calling to tell me that a plane had just hit the first building, the North tower. I work for an insurance company and our headquarters were in the South tower. My office is upstate but half of my unit was in the South tower, I knew a lot of people in that building that day. I got up and turned the TV on just in time to see the second plan hit...hit the building where my friends and co-workers were. I could not grasp what I was seeing, I don't think anyone really could. I spent the day on the phone with people from my office trying to get updates on where our co-workers were. We knew one girl had not gone in yet and that she was safe, one girl had left the building shortly after the North tower got hit so she was at least out of the building but that is all we knew. When the plane hit the South tower one of my managers was on a conference call/meeting, he heard the sounds of it hitting. By the time the building collapsed we still only knew the whereabouts of a handful of people.
Later that day a hotline was set up and manned by the employees in my building, a list of employees was handed out and names were checked off as they called in or were reached by phone. The hotline was up and running for a long, long time as it took forever to 'find' people, there were a lot of folks in the hospital or they hadn't been heard from at all. Two days later we saw one of our guys on the cover of Time, he was among the masses that walked out of the city on the bridge, it was good to know he was OK and he was checked off the list. The people manning the phones did a great thing that week or so, they let others from the city know who was OK but did not give any information on the ones that had not been heard from. They listened to the stories that needed to be told. They got word out for people to check in. I didn't man the phones, I just couldn't, but most of the rest of my unit did and it took a terrible toll on them, just listening to what people had been through. I received many calls from friends and talked to them day and night, I'm glad they called yet to this day wish I never heard their stories of what they saw and went through, no person should have to do and see what they did that day.
One of my good friends from my office was in the tower that day, she had to go for a meeting. She was with her friend who used to work in my building and manage my department. They were going to go get some coffee or something before the meeting, when the elevator came my friend realized she had forgotten her notes and said she would catch up in a second and with that the elevator doors closed. The plane hit seconds later and the burning jet fuel filled the elevator shafts almost immediately. She was one of 13 people who worked for my company that died that day, she was probably the first to lose her life yet was the last to be added to the list. I honestly don't know if they ever found any trace of her, last I knew they had not.
My friend who was with her will never, ever be the same girl that she was. I can't begin to describe how much she, and so many others, were changed that day but she is just a shell of her former self. You can see it in her eyes, they saw things that day and it is reflected in them.

I was on a cruise in Alaska. We were pulling into Juno that day, and my hubby and I were going to do our *one* excursion and fly over the glaciers. I was in the gym riding the bike when the captain came on over the loud speaker and, in his thick Norwegian accent, offered condolences to all the American passengers. I had no idea what he was talking about, so I asked the guy on the bike next to me. He said, "oh, didn't you hear? Two planes hit the WTC."

I hopped off the bike and ran to our room, where my hubby was still sleeping. I turned on the news and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Of course, being where we were, it was like being a million miles away.............totally weird. It extra sucked because our 2 year old son was home with my mom in California, so were clammering to get to a phone to just..........talk to him. Hear his two year old voice. SOMETHING that would reassure our completely illogical fears and emotions. Very kindly, the cruise ship offered free phone service for the rest of the trip. Incredibly cool of them.

Then, the planes were grounded, so no trip over the glaciers, and we weren't even sure we'd get home via plane. Luckily, 50% of planes starting flying again on Sunday, our day to fly home, and our flight was one of them that got to go. Otherwise, we were going to rent a car and drive home from Seattle. I needed to see my son and just hold him.

My mom told us, after we'd returned, that our son had seen the news with the plane flying into the building. He said "oh no, broken." More profound words were never spoken. :(

I made it most of my day oblivious to events. (I don't do TV) Such a defining moment in all of our lives; I know I haven't been the same since.

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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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Nightlad put it very well. Too many unanswered questions for me to accept readily. Show me a WMD. Show me more than 5 frames from the Pentagon footage. Show me a honest politician. I have a report from the Defense Dept. that summarizes the content of all the iraqi documents and intelligence we captured during the invasion. It states within the first few pages, in black and white, that there is NO LINK BETWEEN IRAQ AND AL QAEDA. I'll gladly make copies for all interested parties.

Don't forget those that died this day seven years, but don't overlook those that have died (4,155) in the seven years since. At this point Bush has killed more Americans than the initial attack. I feel that if you are going to take action that leads to the death of 4,000 Americans (and how many Iraqis?) you need better "evidence" than what has been presented to us.

Wow.. it is pretty poignant to sit and remember that day. I was at my mom's waiting to start work.. my husband (then, boyfriend) called me up and told me that I had better turn on the TV, that someone crashed a plane into the Twin Towers. I thought it had been maybe a small-plane accident or stunt.. then we sat on the phone in front of our TVs and watched in horror at the footage. I went into work that day and everyone was just relying on each other and leaning on one another, talking, trying to make sense of it all.
In his old job, Mark had delivered furniture to some of the guys affiliated with the Lackawanna Six (Lackawanna is only about a half hour away from here and is generally a low-key, first-ring suburb of Buffalo where nothing noteworthy or horrible happens.) Never had a clue what they were about.. they all seemed like nice, normal people on the surface. But having a local tie to something this horrific.. it shakes you when you drive through the same streets and stop at the same stores as these inhuman monsters had.

I was a college student, but living at home. My mom woke me up and said, "You might want to see this." I could tell from her voice that it was important. I got downstairs and listened to the news reports, still groggy from sleep, wondering how a pilot could have made such a huge error. Then the second plane hit and I knew... it wasn't an error, a mistake, or an accident. My parents were separated at the time and my dad, a career military officer, was in town to see us. (He was stationed in DC at the time.) He called and asked me, my mom, and my older sister to meet him for breakfast so we could be together and talk about it. We all drove separately since I had class and my sister had work, but listened to the radio on the way there. It was during that ride that the plane hit the Pentagon, a building where my father had worked twice in the past, and still had meetings on a regular basis. I knew he had many friends and coworkers and acquaintances still there. My sister parked next to me at the restaurant, and we looked at each other. I said, "I'll tell him." And I went inside and told my dad. His reaction still brings tears to my eyes. And then his blackberry lit up. For the next hour he was answering phone calls and emails before telling us, "I have to leave and go straight back to Washington." I proceeded to school at Old Dominion University, which is practically attached to the Norfolk Naval Station (I believe it's the largest naval installation in the nation, if not the world). All the while the local news reporters were speculating that the base would be the next target. Needless to say there was no teaching that day in my classes. The professors were pretty supportive and offered to let us have discussions about the day's events, or just to leave and be with our families. In the following days I was among the millions who attached flags to their cars, houses, and everything else. I still have the little flag that was attached to my car antenna for 6 months. Every now and then I see it among my belongings, and I'm taken back to that feeling of pride and unity that we all shared. So... that's where I was.

My dad did know people who died that day, and witnessed first-hand the results of the destruction to the Pentagon. I'm not sure what people doubt about the events that occurred there, but I assure you that your doubt is unfounded.

On another note, please allow this thread to remain a memorial to that day, and not a soapbox for your personal political agendas. :salute:

I was still living in NY at the time, in middle school, and attending my grandmother's funeral when the planes hit the towers..... it was a rough day for me.

I was a senior in HS. That morning, a friend of mine came to the bus stop and said something about a plane hitting one of the towers but I didn't really know what to think. This guy was a jokester at times and didn't really give any details.

At my school, every classroom has a TV. That day, every TV in the school was turned on all day long. It boggles my mind that some schools had that 'business as usual' attitude.

The town I lived in has a HUGE Boeing plant. It was Boeing's main headquarters at the time. So many people left work that day (including my step-mom) in fear that they would attack the west coast- and maybe try and stop plane production- that Boeing ended up just sending everybody home.

I still can't watch footage without tearing up. I don't think that to this day I've really wrapped my mind around the magnitude of these attacks. I can't comprehend the amount of hatred involved. Or the huge feeling of loss that seemed to lay like a blanket over the entire nation.

I was in Manhattan on 9/11/01...It was surreal. I've worked in Manhattan since 1999. I've never experienced the silence and emptiness the hours after the towers fell.

I had just finished my bus route and was walking into the nail shop when I saw it on the tv.

I live less than an hour from DC and we have a lot of commuters around here...it was insane when the kids got on the bus that afternoon...asking if I had talked to or seen their parent that day and if I knew if their mom or dad was ok.

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ughhh...it sucked.

I was volunteering at a habitat for humanity building site when the planes hit, some people left and some just listened to it all on the radio...they were trying to get people out of chicago so we heard alot of traffic info but the rest was info about what was known. It wasn't until later that night that I saw the video and it was worse than my mind could ever imagine.

I just got off shift at the firehouse and was at a side job doing drywall. I remember leaving and rolling into the firehouse and seeing all the off duty guys back there kinda there to comfort each other. 343 brothers were lost that day. Hope we never loose another but thats the nature of the beast. Im retired now but its in your blood and you never forget!

I was out of work at the time. I had 7 pins in my hand from where I had broken all my fingers. I was at home with my then 2 year old daughter. The Today show was on when the first plane hit. They cut away from the regular news to go to the scene. I was dumbfounded, I thought like others how could a pilot make such an error.?.? Then the 2nd plane struck the other tower. It hit me then we were being attacked.. I didn't know what to think. I'm a grown man and I was on the phone to my mom just wanting to hear someones voice.. I made the decision about 6 months after that to quit school and my job and join the military.. I didn't know anyone in or around NY city but I felt sad for all the families with loved ones lost... It still pisses me off to think about it. I watched that movie about flight 93. Those people are heroes in my eyes.. They fought back and knew it pretty much was over for them.. I don't know if anyone else felt this way but I felt weak and helpless for a while after 9/11.

Sleeping. My boyfriend's mother called us to wake us up and see what was going on. We were up in time to watch a second plane hit.

The rest of the day was a blur. Nothing but the voices of reporters and reruns of the horror show.

We lived by the Air Force Base and the roads were so congested with reporting service people and checkpoint blockades that we were unable to leave our apartment parking area in a car.

I wanted just to go - to be there and to help in any way i could. It was impossible, of course. I was in New Mexico at the time, and the planes were all grounded for the foreseeable future.

As Americans, we are fortunate not to have things like this happen very often. We are insulated by our neighboring oceans against the advances of groups that might mean us harm. There are countries who see this kind of destruction every day. My hopes are not for our country so much as for our planet, species, and world. We are not separate from our human cousins. We all suffer together.

We need to take care of each other. We are all we have.

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Originally Posted by desertpirate

Every now and then I see it among my belongings, and I'm taken back to that feeling of pride and unity that we all shared.

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Yeah, we had it there for a bit - the right way to live- together. That was MY America.:salute:

I also remember the sky when they grounded the planes. I would look at it and think that this was the only time in my life I would ever see such a sight. For a couple of days we had a primitive sky again.

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Originally Posted by monk90222

I was in Manhattan on 9/11/01...It was surreal. I've worked in Manhattan since 1999. I've never experienced the silence and emptiness the hours after the towers fell.

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Same for me. I worked and lived in Manhattan at the time.
Surreal barely describes it. I walked 40 blocks home from work that day and to see everyone walking in the opposite direction trying to get out of the city while I was walking toward the cloud of smoke trying to get home was so strange.

At work. We're only about 80 miles from NYC and probably in the flight path of planes coming from Boston. We work in a very large building (approx 400,000 sq ft) next to I95, a great target if someone wanted to crashing into something if the passengers were trying to take control of the plane. Our only info came from the radio and internet. With some fearing for our lives (large target in flight path from Boston) and the shock of what had happened, we left work at 1:30pm.

My wife was at work, she is a teacher at a regional vocational high school. The whole state school system went into lock down after the second plane hit. They had some TV's, so they got to see what happened live.

I was working in the back of the store, when a customer came in and told us. We hadn't even turned the radio on yet. We all just stood there listening to the radio. Then the ex hubby called and he was being deployed out to help. So I had to leave and go pick our daughter up so he could see her before he left.