I was heading down I-75 towards Atlanta from Chattanooga on the morning of 9/11. I will never forget thousands of cars streaming out of Atlanta and almost no one going the other direction like me. Chilling.
I was in school—all lesson plans were pretty much scrapped that day so we could tune into the news or discuss the attacks. My entire homeroom witnessed the South Tower collapsing live on TV.
“September 11, 2001 I was on my way to work when I heard over the radio that a plane had flown into one of the WTC buildings.”
I was running my platoon through PT that morning. Finished and got back to the house for SSS and I walked into the living room in time to see the second plane go in. When my ex wife yelled “That was another one!” I instinctively knew that we were under attack, grabbed my bag kissed the family and went to work.
I think by the time I got to work, the penagon had gotten hit.
My baby daughter had kept me up most of the night and I was still in my nightgown and housecoat. What is so strange is that I remember a coffee stain and baby stain on it and thought to myself that I had to do a load of clothes. Then the first tower was hit. We couldn’t find two of my brothers who were in D.C. and there were reports that car bombs/bombs in buildings. I remember being extremely frightened and horrified. I think I will always remember that day for as long as I live. Today, my baby is 10 and we are lighting a candle in our home for all the deceased and their families. We have researched the topic (on FR, the History Channel, and the news) so that SHE will never forget. SHE can then tell her children one day about 9-11. Just a thought
I was in my little cubicle at work when the woman behind me shouted, Oh My God! She had her radio on (low enough only for her to hear) and apparently, news of the first attack had come over. People thought initially it was a tragic accident till a few minutes later when the second one hit. I don’t remember which of the two remaining attacks happened after that — either the Pentagon or Shanksville. Our office was in such turmoil — a television set was on in the conference room, people calling home or family/spouses at work...there were all sorts of rumors and stories flying around. It was chaos.
Eventually, the senior partner came around and told everyone to leave. I stayed behind to do some work (it was quiet) and left around 1:00. I had to walk a bridge from the office into downtown to catch a bus home, and I remember how eerily quiet everything was. No traffic, none of the usual sounds of a city. I believe the buses stopped running right after I went home.
I remember there being a need to connect with others. I don’t usually jabber on the phone much after work, but I remember calling and receiving calls from friends and relatives. This went on for days afterwards. I had planned with a friend of mine to take a long weekend trip to Las Vegas that October. I told my friend, if she felt uneasy about flying and didn’t want to go, that was fine, but I was still going. She had been anxious up to that point, but knowing that I wasn’t going to be deterred, she agreed to go as planned. We went to Vegas and had a blast.
I also received an email from my cousin in the DC area. A friend of hers who worked at the Pentagon had been offered a position that would have put her on the side of the building that was hit, but the day before, she had declined the job. She was all right after the hit, but a number of friends and colleagues were not.
Thinking about that day still makes me cry. Tears flow as I type.
I was getting ready for work and had the TV on. Saw the second plan hit the tower. I knew then it was no accident.
Called my kids at their dorms, (woke them up!) and said “turn on your TV.” Called my husband at work, I just couldn’t believe what was going on. Went to work. A coworker brought a TV. We pretty much hung around the TV all day and held back tears as we watched in absolute horror as the towers fell. I was numb all day.
I remember Free Republic. It was where I went first after seeing the second plane hit. Someone put up a link to the NYPD scanner. There were reports of car bombs on the scanner. Chaos. Fellow Freepers recalled the names of other Freepers who were with the FDNY and NYPD. I got more accurate analysis of who was behind this on FR than from the media. We all vowed we would never forget. We here on FR prayed for the families of the victims. We speculated about how dramatically our world had just changed. I lived nine blocks north of the Murrah building here in Oklahoma City. I felt for NYC. I remember in the days following 9-11, a lot more hugs, more I love you’s being said, more praying, more tears and it seemed quieter too. Not just the missing sound of planes flying overhead. More anger too. Anger that still exists to this day. The reports of the candy being passed out in the middle east and the celebrations. I wondered how any human could celebrate. The answer was, no human could. I also remember we were all Americans. United. I still mourn the loss.
RIP all those who died then through today due to the faith of Islam as written in the Koran.
RIP American trust of others, to some of our innocence and for sure a degree of our Freedoms (in order to secure our safety).