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.
Yes, I ran between my tv downstairs and my computer upstairs to check FR updates.
It was my last day of unemployment before I started a new job in the airplane industry (briefly- I ended up laid-off due to the 9/11 airline recession), so I was sleeping in, for me. The phone rang right before my ex-husband’s alarm would have gone off; my mom called to tell us to turn on the news: the World Trade Center had just been hit by a “small plane.” We were watching the live feeds from NYC when the second plane hit, and I knew it was an attack. I tried to keep my husband home from work, but he went in. I did keep the kids home, because I did not know what was to come next, how much of the country was going to be attacked.
I also remember we were all Americans. United.
Interesting that terrorist were able to do something that Obama cannot (and does not appear to want) do - UNITE AMERICANS. (although it was temporary)