Where Were You on 9/11?
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I was at home, in the US. I went for coffee and came home. I called my Mom to ask her what was happening. At the time, only the first tower was hit. She didn’t realize the magnitude-no one did. While she spoke, I saw the second plane hit, live, and I screamed. The next word I heard spoken was by my mom: “terrorism!” I spent the rest of the week, sobbing, watching around the clock news. When I wasn’t watching the news, I watched fighters fly over my backyard, patrolling the skies of my great country.
I was in 1st grade, of course back then I didn’t realize what was happening while I watched it on the TV but the way the people around me reacted it assumed it wasn’t good. Looking back on it today I almost cry, I didn’t lose anyone close to me that day. For all of those that did lose a loved one I am sorry. Who ever did this, whether it was the U.S. Government or Al-Qaeda; I don’t care, all I do care about though is that Justice is served for those that died. Always Remember 9/11.
Ireland I was only 11 and I was having my dinner when the news was on and I saw the tower then I saw a plane fly into it and then I saw the tower collapse I’ll never forget it, it sent chills down my spine it was so shocking i still remember the tower and all the breaking news images
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New Jersey I was sitting in my third grade class. All of the sudden the phone rang, which in third grade is a source of great excitement, and the teacher then pulled out a student and spoke with him for quite awhile. Not too long after, kids were being pulled out of class. The teacher tried to explain what was happening and decided to turn on the news so we could watch. It was then we discovered that some kids were being pulled out of class to learn that parents had lost their lives at work.
Valencia, Spain I was having lunch in the kitchen. The TV was off. My brother was watching it in the living room. He shouted me to turn the TV of the kitchen on, and the first image I saw was the TV news and an image of the first tower taken from the air, from a chopper. The reporter was still considering it was an aircraft accident, and in 3-4 minutes I saw the second explosion live. The position from the camera in the chopper didn’t have the right angle to record any image of the second aircraft, because it was more or less at the opposite side, but the explosion caused a big shock on me and the reporter was also agitated. I shouted to my brother: have you seen that?? Afterwards we could see all those poor people leaning out of the windows asking for help…but when I successively saw both towers collapsing down I thought it was getting kind of surreal. I couldn’t hardly believe what I was watching. I had to do some formalities that afternoon, but I was too shocked to do them. It seems that the news had spread out very fast as everybody was talking about it. Rest in peace all the people who died there and in every terrorist attack of insane fanatic people.
Columbus, Georgia, USA I was in Pre-K at St. Anne Pacelli Catholic School at 2020 Kay Circle in Columbus, Georgia, USA, 31907, who offer Pre-K through 12th grade education at affordable prices.
I was in Kindergarden at a Catholic School, I didnt know what was going on but it was story time and I remember the principal walking in and telling my teacher, who started to cry. Soon after I remember headed home still unaware of what was happening until I got home and my parents turned on the news.
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NC During 9/11 I was in third grade. I remember my class was running on the track (PE) and the principal coming over the intercom calling for a moment of silence. I looked around at all my friends asking what was going on, completely lost. It wasn’t until i got home that day that i found out. I remember walking into the house and seeing my mom sitting in the kitchen with her eyes glued to the screen saying “your cousin was almost killed today”. Some what shocking news to hear if you’re only 8. Turns out my cousin had a meeting on the 24th floor in the 2nd tower but someone had hit her car the day before so she had to cancel. It really is sad when you can remember what the world was like before 9/11. Everything and everybody was so carefree. So full of life. R.I.P to everyone who lost their lives. and for those of you who lost someone, you’ll remain in my prayers.
New Zealand I was 11 years old… my parents were both asleep when I got up to watch cartoons on tv. I turned on the tv and all that was on every channel was ground breaking news about the World Trade Center and how a plane had crashed into it. I had no idea what the World Trade Center was or what exactly had happened, but I knew it was important. I remember going and waking up my parents, only saying that something bad has happened on the news. They got up immediately to see what has going on and I remember seeing the shock and devastation on their faces. We continued to watch the news, and we learnt about both planes crashing into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and United Flight 93, because of the time zone difference they had all happened, so we didn’t watch these events unfold live. News about 9/11 is pretty much all we watched for at least a week after it happened. I continue to be saddened and shocked by these events, and my heart goes out to all the victims of this heartless attack.
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Phoenix I was on my way to the store to buy a can of Copenhagen. What a nasty habit that I quit a year ago last February. It’s very sad, and I still think of 9/11 every day. The people frantic, people jumping, planes flying into the building. The thoughts going through the peoples mind on the plane right before impact? What’s even more sad is 5 billion has been spent to rebuild something on that site and they aren’t even done with the demo years later. Money gone, nothing built. Oh the corruption is making me sick. Our government is rotten at its core.
I was in the Republic of Korea in the U.S. Army. We were watching the attack unfold on the Armed Forces Network, it was evening there. Then the sirens blasted signaling an alert, we ran. An hour later we were in our defensive battle positions. Scary time.
Ga. In first grade. Nobody really told us what was happening, everything just seemed different. I went to my moms classroom after school and saw the replays on the news.
I was at a friends house watching a movie after school. When we turned the movie off the news was on every channel. I was in 2nd grade.
At my uncle’s house in Fife, Scotland. I was off school that day.
I was at school at royal oaks elemetary school.
I was with my wife. we had the news on while she put the strap-on in my butt
in my second grade class room ):
Canada I was in the 3rd or 4th grade, I remember that morning, waking up, getting dressed, stepping outside and smelling that crisp end of summer morning air!
Meeting my friends at the corner, when you’re 11-12 the world is perfect & nothing is evil, well that changed, when I got out to lunch I remember walking home, and when I reached my house, I could hear people talking one sounded like my grand-father, I thought ‘Hey I’m going to mcdonalds, cool’!
But when I got in I remember my father explaining what was going on and he told me to watch, and I did, and I remember turning to him and saying ”So, the world truly is cruel or…’ He replied ‘when you grow older you’ll have the answer’
All I can say for sure is 9/11 marked the end of childhood innocence for alot of us.
Any child who watched 9/11 unfold I dare you to watch old cartoons, that nostalgic feeling, is the best. Takes you back to when it was easy and when we thought the world was peaceful!
Simon
in school (6th grade) taking an I.Q. test. Principal walked in, told us what happened. Not an hour later everyone was gone, picked up by their family. It was a ghost town, and I was in the city.
Minneapolis. MN I was only 6, so the memories are pretty hazy. But I was home sick that day, and lying on the couch. My mom saw that we had a message on our answering machine and it was my dad telling us to turn on the TV. We did and I watched it all day with her and my 2 younger siblings.
I remember thinking that the world wasn’t what I thought it was. 9/11 really marked the end of my childish innocence. It was then that I realized how cruel people could be. And it’s sad because I wish I could have held onto that naïvity for a little bit longer.
i was in 3rd grade and suddenly the teachers turned on the TV’s and kids started to be checked out school. I remember coming home and seeing he 2nd tower get hit. I’ll never forget it!
whare were you yesterdayI was…
I was sick so I was in bed… I remember my parents coming to wake me up and told me what had happened. I still remember all the images I saw on the news.
I was in 2nd Grade. I can still remember sitting in the library watching the tv, while everyone cried. I didnt really know what was happening at the time, but I will never forget to images I saw. And by the way, those of you who mock 9/11 should be ashamed! What if someone you loved was in there when it all went down? I dont think you would think it was funny then.
i was watching neighbours and then the news flash came on i could’nt stop crying i was evestaded for all the familes that lost a loved one RIP
many thanks to all the people who helped out on 9/11 you are my heros
xx
I was in newjersey I lived right across th bay I remmemer looking at it ever day when my mom would walk me to school but I wa in first grade and my mom picked me up early ad when we got him only one tower was standing and the air was gross and when I got home I wasn’t allowed to look at the tv plus my aunt left and hour it happened thank go and my mom picked up my aunt and cousins from my and they were covered in debri
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i was in my 3rd grade class and i remember that all the teachers turned on the tv’s and were looking at the news and none of the kids including me knew what was going on. We were scared and when i got home i figured out what was going on.
England In the car driving home from school.
I was…in High School in the auditorium having a senior meeting. When the principal came in and got on the microphone and said America has been attacked the Twin Towers were hit by two planes…my history class went from past history to present now history due to 9-11.
Dave S.
Pittsburgh,Pa
dshultz87@gmail.com
19 floor on north tower i heard a boom heard screams heard sirens was scared
I was at preschool and my mom had to get me early before the Air Force Base we lived on closed.
mississippi i was at school and when i heard about it i started to pray for all those in need and the ones that lost there belofed ones
where were you yesterday?
My mother was there in 9/11. She survived…
Thank god
She was a about to go on the second plane with the terrorists.
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nkjhblin i dnt remember
I was 2 years old.
I was in college at Oklahoma State. My GF was getting ready for class and i was laying in bed when i saw the second plane hit live on TV. I skipped class and watched CNN all day.
I was in my school when the towers fell. I came home and saw the horiffic news on cnn. i was only 6 at the time.
i was in the building next to the twin towers
i was in america next to twin towers when they got hit it was the worst experince ever in my life i was scared.
I was in the house.
London I was in London. I was only in Year 2 (equivalent to First Grade I think) and didn’t really know what was happening. All the teachers carried out their lessons like normal and at the end of the school day I went home only to find every channel fixed on the World Trade Centre. I remember our TV was not working that day but my cousin came that day just to fix it for the news. Now being older I wonder how i would Have felt
I was…in my fourth grade classroom, nine years old at the time. We were interrupted with the horrific news.
I was in the 1st grade. I was only 5 years old. I didn’t understand much back then but now being 15 I understand a lot more. I understand what happened that day, that horrible day, I am so fascinated in the topic that I have spent HOURS online learning about it, what happened, all the dumb conspiracy theories and such. It was a day I don’t remember well, but will always, always, remember for the rest of my life. God bless America and may those who passed away on 9/11, Rest In Peace.
i wasd in first grade in new york when all i remebered was treachers crying saying there was an attck i had no idea what it was…. i was confused i got called down to the office my mom came to my skool cryn n my sister came to the office too we took a cab home real fast i was scared all i saw on tv was smoke n firemen police everyrthing it was really crazy.. i will never forget that day.. but things could have changed if we had a better president many lifes could have been saved this was all planed out somethn could have been sdone to save many lives
In my first grade class. It wasn’t mentioned at all at school, but when I came home, my parents were watching the news. All I remember is that every single channel was about 9/11. I was six, so there’s nothing else I really remember.
I was like in Kindergarten I think and all I remember is my mom(In the Air Force stationed in Turkey @ the time) and dad(stationed in D.C. @ the time) having an arguement because my dad was trying to get me away from Turkish people I guess cuz they were muslim IDK
I was on the 64th floor of the South Tower. I got out in time.
WAT ARE U DOIN
i was 4 when it happen im 12 now me n my dad put the news on n we saw the plane raw into the towers my dad left becaue he is in the army so i got to go i was in the truck i was scared like never before u try staying in a truck as a buliding is falling its not fun n my dada is going to iran n afganasta i want see him for 3 years
i was 4 when it happen im 12 now me n my dad put the news on n we saw the plane raw into the towers my dad left becaue he is in the army so i got to go i was in the truck i was scared like never before u try staying in a truck as a buliding is falling its not fun
I was in first grade at the time. I often wonder what it would be like if this happened when I was older and what would I think then, but it didn’t I remeber so clearly we watched the news for about 5 munutes I had no idea what was going on I remember thinking who could have done this, this part is so clear that it’s like I see everything to the exact same, my princpal at the time came in sat on a desk and said “some kids in new York today lost there moms and dads” we went on normally with our day then I went to daycare after school I remeber my sister talking with this boy saying I will not go fight suppose they go make me fight in the war. They were in the 4th grade what do expect. On the ride home from daycare my dad was talking about how someone highjacked two plans and ran them into two buildings. When we got home my mom dad sister and me were sitting around the tv in pure horror. My mom was crying a little but that was it me and my sister then when out to play with the neighborhood kids not one kid was out . I remeber asking my sister why is no one out? She said there prolly all watching tv . And that was it I will never forget that day
I was getting off work and someone said that a plane had crashed in to a builing in NY. I went home and was stuck to the tv all day. and later found out that FF I knew were enroute to the crash in PA.
In school, i was only 7 at the time, but i understood clearly what was going on. We later watched it on the news. Some kids never understood. but now that im older, im doing a project on it. therefore, leading me to this website.
Saskatchewan I was in Toronto, where I had moved to exactly one week prior in hopes of starting a new chapter in my life. I was crashing on an air mattress at a friend’s apartment. I had been out drinking the night before, after another friend and I had tried to get into some Film Festival screenings. I was feeling pretty rough. Around 9:30 am my buddy (who was at work) had phoned home to tell his girlfriend to turn on the TV. I’m not sure exactly what he said to her but she replied “Does this happen a lot?”. We turned on the TV and couldn’t quite process what we were looking at. Both towers were burning, as we had missed (thankfully) seeing the second plane hit the south tower. I was glued to the TV. At 1pm I had to go meet the producer I was going to be working for. I met him for lunch, hungover and totally confused by the day’s events. The craziest part of it was remembering the conversation I had the night before. While my buddy and I were drinking we got on the topic of Bush and politics. I started going off on a tangent about I had a bad feeling that someone out there was going to challenge his tough guy, cowboy talk rhetoric. I had a hunch that someone, out of fear or sense of opportunity, was going to attack the US. The words I think I used were “there’s a big smackdown coming”. I had no idea when or how or by whom. I just had a feeling. Pretty general feeling when you really think about it. But what an unfortunate coincidence.
After the next day, it took my buddy over a week to call me back.
Ireland I was in school when my teacher got a phone call from her husband telling her that his business meeting in the towers had been cancelled and that she should turn on the news as there had been an accident. As she turned on the tv there were hands simultaneously raising to ask what was going on? what the towers were? And why was it happening?
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i was in 3rd grade when this happened and i remember that my teacher asked us to draw the twin towers. and i had no idea what was really going until now. i live in OR and i know that this touched us all and our hearts are with those who lost their loved ones on that day. may God bless you all!
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I was sitting in my second grade classroom. I had no clue what was going on. I look back on it & wonder how I would have felt had I been a little bit older.
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America I was in fifth grade that day, an American child just going about her life when I went upstairs for my second class. All of the TV’s were on and none of the teachers were at their desks, we didn’t think anything of it. So all of my classmates and I just sat there and watched the TV without understanding what was going on. We watched the first tower burning, then we watched the second plane hit, we didn’t understand it was live until the cameras started following people jumping from the windows. After that everyone started getting nervous, the class was a little more quiet, though at that time I still didn’t understand that this was in America, and that the whole world had just changed forever. The Pentagon was struck, but it didn’t make anymore sense, and everyone was chattering mindlessly.
Then the first tower fell, no one said anything, but right then it was like the whole world was screaming.
Finally our teacher showed up and turned off the TV, and she continued class like nothing had happened. I didn’t learn anything more until I went home.
My mother and father were there when I came in, sitting in front of the TV as if it had become their whole world, and my father was so angry it was palapble in the air.
His fists were clenched and his hands were so pale and he was talking and I didn’t understand any of it. He eventually took me to another room and told me he wasn’t angry at me, which I already understood perfectly, but he was furious at the people who did this.
He promised me that whoever it was, he had no doubt America would hunt them for the rest of their miserable existence.
The days passed, fear turned horror, horror turned to despair, then the despair became rage and I remember sitting in front of the TV watching the towers falling again and finally understading what had happened. That was the first time I knew hatred.
I then took up that mantra most Americans adopted in the aftermath: We would never forgive, and we would never forget.
God help us that we would never forget.
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Australia I was sleeping though as soon as i woke up i went into my mothers room to find her crying watching the television. I thought the world was ending. I was only Seven and i was so scared.
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Northern BC 9/11/01. I was preparing for a normal day at school. I was in grade 4 at the time, and I live in Canada, in a remote community, where the school is a 35 mile drive from my house. I vividly remember the entire day, which always was weird to me. It was a beautiful day in our part of the country, and I was sitting on the couch, the time was 6:53AM PDT, which means both towers had already been attacked. I was getting ready to leave the house, when we received a phone call. It was one of my mother’s friends. “You have to turn the television on, there has been some sort of a plane crash.” She put the phone down, and grabbed the remote, turning the TV on.
“What are we looking at, mom?” I questioned, as she flipped through the channels to find CNN.
“There’s a plane crash on TV.” She muttered, changing it to CNN. As the picture flickered on, I remember seeing both towers, the bellowing smoke, and the headlines, “World Trade Center Disaster”. My mom was just standing there, gasping with her hand over her mouth. Naturally, since I was only 8, I didn’t really know what to make of it until later that day. Seeing both towers in flames and smoke made me just think, “plane crash” and “accident”, since those are the words my mom had received over the phone. My mom told me and my sister it was time to go, we turned the TV off, and went down to the truck to wait for our friend, who was carpooling to school with us. I remember the words that he said when I saw him that made me take a different viewpoint of the whole situation for the whole day.
“Terrorists” He said. “My dad says this is terrorists. America is under attack.” I had never heard the word terrorist used before, up until this day. The moment he finished his sentence I asked,
“What’s terrorists?” Of course, he didn’t know either, he had just heard it from his dad, so both of us turned to our parents, who were gathered outside of the truck in a circle, talking, which didn’t happen normally. All of us got out and walked to them.
“This is terrorism, we saw the second plane fly into the god**** building. He turned and lined up for it!” Stated my friend’s dad, who was a pilot.
“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.” My mom said. I had figured out what was going on before we got to school, and by then, I really didn’t want to go.
“But there’s no TV in school mom, I can’t see what’s happening!” I argued with her, trying to skip school for the day. Unsuccessful, I walked up the stairs to the school and was passed by the senior students and their teacher, taking them to his house. They were going to watch the news for the day, it was a “school project”, which I later found out was just an excuse so the teacher could watch the events unfolding that day. The entire day I was extremely envious of the senior students, I wanted so bad to see what was going on, but alas I was stuck in the classroom the entire day. Finally, the end of the day was here, (2:50PM PDT) and as I climbed back into the truck, I immediately began bombarding my mom with questions. Questions she really didn’t answer, and we headed home. The moment the truck stopped moving, I practically fell out of the truck, scrambling to the house, leaving my books and everything. I remember vividly seeing no TV on the stereo case, and ran back outside, down to our cafe, where the entire room was filled with people, watching our TV that my dad had moved to his workplace. Both towers had already long collapsed, but I remember seeing the replays over and over again, the sight of the towers collapsing, and the United 767 flying into the building, on camera. It seemed so surreal to me, I didn’t really know what to make of it. The headlines “America under attack” were etched in my head for the rest of the day. Misinformation also had us scrambling for knowledge out of Whitehorse, YT, where Korean air 85 was supposedly hijacked and crashed into downtown, just 4 hours away from where we lived. We were all relieved to find out that it was a false alarm and that the plane had landed safely. 9/11/01, I know I will certainly never forget.
I was at work in the brake room watching cnn when flash news came on .A plane has just hit the world trade center in N.Y.C.I ran out to my unit and told everyone what was going on.All the Tv’s when on.The only thing i thought of was my sister that works at the World Trade Center.I was going crazzy because i couldn’t get a hold of her. I try for hours nothing finally i got through to her cell phone.What a relief as she told me she was not feeling to well so she took off that day.Thank god it was a miracle.She tells me she got another change at life.God bless all the survivors and god bless the fa. that lost a love one on that day.GOD BLESS AMERICA
i was listening to the joe duffy show on rte radio when it was interupted to say a small plane has just flown into the wwtc i straight away turned on sky iwas watching sky for the next 24 hours
John i was in art class, when the news came on tv after the first tower was hit.then the whole class was watching it for a few minutes before the second tower was hit.it was one of those moment, that you could not believe what you were seeing and hoping that it was a cruel joke. But it was not and I WILL NEVER FORGET…
i was in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia i just came home from school my mother told me America is being attacked
i was so happy it was one of the best days in my life
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Macomb, Michigan I was in 3rd Grade. A teacher rushed in, crying, saying to my teacher: “Turn on the TV!! Sometiming horrible has happened!” She turned on the TV and was in complete shock that the North Tower had been hit. I, being the little kid, was unaware that this was a terrorist attack. Then she shut off the television and resumed teaching.
Only later on, did I learn what really happened that day.
Oregon It was the year that I moved to Oregon after my dad had retired from the Navy; I was asleep when the first plane hit. I woke up to the radio station that I was listening to, I think it was syndicated out of Miami, was making jokes about it. At that point in the morning I did not know what had happened, I was not fully awake. When I got on the bus I noticed that something was wrong, everyone was quite and the radio was on but it was on a radio station. It was finally when I arrived to the first class that I discovered what was happening. Every class that day had the news on, we saw everything that happened. I think no one will ever forget where they were when the towers fell.
We lost many lives that day and every day after due to a war that is repeating history. It will not end until we leave, they have been fighting wars since the beginning.
I was having sex with Steven Penny at the Tropical Inn in Lloydminster Alberta, then the phone rang….
I was back east visiting my family on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. It was a good visit after a week long excursion at Burning Man in Black Rock City, Nevada the week prior.
I was awakened a little bit passed 8:30 am that morning by F-15 fighters taking off (full afterburners) from Otis Air National Guard Base just a few miles from my parent’s house where I grew up. We were used to hearing the fighters all the time, but not that early and that loud in the morning.
They were on an intercept course for the 767 American Airlines flight 11 – which was first to hit striking the North Tower World Trade Center after the FAA notified the Air Force that the passenger plane had been hijacked.
I took a shower and as I was getting dressed I heard my mother yelling for me to come in to the living room where she was watching Good Morning America on TV.
The first tower was smoking and no one knew exactly what had happened whether it was a bomb or aircraft collision… anything?
We sat and watched for about 20 minutes wanting to know what happened and before our eyes, we watched on live TV: 767 United Airlines flight 175 fly in to the South Tower World Trade Center.
My first thought was “It finally happened… they attacked us.”
I called my longtime friend from high school who happened to be vacationing on the Cape the same time I was.
He thought someone was messing with the instruments. It was a beautiful clear day and pilots don’t fly directly into buildings whether their instruments read: “all is well” or not I thought to myself. This was deliberate!
I watched with my mother for a little while and she made some phone calls and I decide to walk down to where my friend (I called) and his family were staying which wasn’t very far from my folks house.
It was a gorgeous and quiet September morning as I walked down a long dirt road to the main road.
My uncle stopped and gave me a lift as he was driving to work. I told him what had happened and he didn’t even know. He thought I was joking.
He was half awake and finishing a toasted bagel late for work. He dropped me off at the beginning of the street that led to my friend’s house where I was headed.
As I walked down the street in a quaint tranquil neighborhood passing green lawns and fluffy flowers and picket fences I passed a man in his driveway working on his truck. I then heard his wife telling him to come inside repeatedly. He acted as if it was just another nag attack from his wife and mumbled as he went inside. He had no idea what had happened either.
All I could think at that time was how surreal the whole morning was.
I go to my friend’s house and his wife was taking care of their baby as we watched the south tower collapse and then a little bit later the North tower.
I was supposed to return to the west coast a couple days fallowing the attack, but my flight was canceled do to the no fly restriction and when it was lifted, it was almost impossible to rebook a new flight. I would try and book a new flight out of Providence every morning and find it canceled in the evening.
I watched the coverage of ground zero on all the news channels with my folks the next couple of days. I remember wanting to go to ground zero and help those people search the debris for survivors and… well, just help. I was only four hours away. It was upsetting and frustrating to just sit and watch. I just felt like I had to do something. To me: it was us –our people in that rubble –Americans, dead on our own soil. It pissed me off!
I had to step away from watching the coverage and just breathe.
I later called my work to tell my boss I was having trouble getting home for obvious reasons. He said don’t worry, just be safe. He then told me that the niece of my coworker was on American Airlines flight 11. She was a flight attendant.
I remembered talking to him just before I left for my vacation. He had asked me what airline I was flying on and he mentioned that his niece worked for American Airlines and worked the east-west coast flights. To this day, I can still see the picture of his niece on the wall next to his workstation. She was a beautiful woman.
After the third day losing my flight again and again, I decide to just go to the airport the next morning and find some way to get on a flight.
I went out to a bar with my brothers the evening before I left. All I could think about was my plain flying into the Sears Tower since my original flight had a connection in Chicago ending up in Oakland, California. So, I made peace with it and accepted the possibility.
My dad brought me to the airport in Providence and I got in line and finally got my ticket. Turns out I was flying to DC and on to San Francisco, so it was no sears Tower for me.
I thanked my dad and said good-bye and boarded a small jet craft headed for DC.
We flew over New York City. It was a morning not much different than that fateful day.
Brisk, but crystal clear; a smoldering plume still lingered from the rubble as we passed over ground zero in flight. It was very quiet on that plane. Everyone was peering out the portals to view the devastation.
I landed at Dulles Air port in Washington DC and I waited to board my connection onto San Francisco. It was another surreal kind of experience as I watched people in the lobby and waiting area. The world as we all took it to be would never again be the same.
My flight back to the Bay Area was a smooth one. The folks on board got real quiet when we approached SFO for landing.
When we finally landed everyone on board clapped and cheered.
I was fortunate not to have lost anyone special or dear to me on that dark day, but I do know some folks who did lose people dear to them and my heart goes out to the fallen and their families.
Part of me doesn’t want to remember that day, but the other part of me has to.
That’s where I was on September 11, 2001 and I’ll never forget it.
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I was a senior in high school and had just walked into my Money Management class, probably a few minutes before 10. Our teacher had the tv on and as everyone started filing in to take their seats the shock and disbelief started to show on our faces. Then the towers fell. We watched the coverage for the rest of the day.
I was asleep. I live in Australia. My friend rang and woke me up to tell me. I fell back asleep thinking it was a dream, then woke up the next morning to the images all over the TV. I was so freaked out by it that when some fighter jets flew over my house (as a rehearsal for a parade later that day, I found out) I was seriously convinced that the whole world was screwed.
I was on my way to work in DC as a contractor for a government agency.
I left my house for the metro before anything happened. The planes hit while I was on the metro, or on the walk from the metro to my building downtown. When I got into the office, nobody was around and the internet traffic was really slow. I tried to chat with a friend of mine and she told me to turn on the TV. I went to the closest TV to my office and everyone was crowded around that one TV watching. While I was in the office we started getting reports that there was a plane over the Mall, near the White House, which turned out to be false, but then the plane hit the pentagon.
Our building ended up being the evacuation site for the White House staff, so they told all “non-essential” staff that they could go home. As a contractor I was clearly non-essential, so I wandered the streets for a little while and ended up at my friend’s office until it was clear that there weren’t going to be any attacks on the Metro.
I was in the car and turned on the local Milwaukee radio station while driving to the bank to take out money to buy a car that day (which would be ever after remembered as our 9-11 car). I was horrified, of course. At the car dealership, in between processing paperwork, customers and employees gathered in the lobby to watch the sad events unfold on the TV there. Frequently heard and felt was “Oh my God.” And I knew I was not alone in my tears and prayers for those most immediately impacted.
As a parent with a daughter in high school, I had to wonder how she was receiving the news, but I trusted that the high school would handle it to the best of their ability.
Finally, as a church music director, thoughts turned to having a school prayer service the next day – what could we sing that would make sense, what could we say that the kids would understand and that would not add to their fear? As for the parish, we didn’t immediately have a prayer service, but I realized that I had to change some of the songs I had previously picked for the weekend because of the enormity of the event. I picked a song called God is Love which has words in its 2nd verse: “And when human hearts are breaking under sorrow’s iron rod, then we find the self-same aching deep within the heart of God.” We were also to sing America the Beautiful, which would never be the same again, its vs. 4 saying “thine alabaster cities gleam undimmed by human tears.” And, God Bless America would bring comfort to people as a postlude and sung whenever possible in the weeks to come, not just at church, but at baseball games, too, during the 7th inning stretch.
at home (I’m retired). My wife was working in downtown DC, a block from the White House. She called to tell me to turn on the TV. When the Government closed, she couldn’t get to her car; so she and some co-workers started walking — seven miles. About half way, some ladies in a car picked them up.