I was home sick when a co-worker called me to tell me to turn the TV on, it was shortly after the first plane hit. I, like everyone else, watched in horror as the second plane hit.
The company I work for had offices in the WTC towers so I knew a lot of folks in there. Most made it out but 13 did not.
The next many days at my office were spent manning phone lines that had been set up and trying to call/get in touch with people who were unaccounted for. Listening to them tell what they went through was something I can't even put in to words, there are really no words to use. The stories still haunt me, and I wasn't even there.
My friends there were changed forever, they are not the same people that went to work that morning. You can still see it in their eyes, everything they went through and all they saw and did.