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 was working at an AFB. When the first plane hit, we thought it was an accident. When the second one hit, we all ran downstairs to the breakroom where there was a tv.
THe room was full of military personnel. I watched the footage, then looked around the room. Not a dry eye in the room. We were numb.
The base was immediately locked down for the day. No traffic or phone calls going in or out.
Spent the day listening to the radio in horror.
Got home and stayed up most of the night watching everything unfold on tv.
Every time I see the video footage of the plane hitting the WTC, tears pour down my face and a new anger washes over me (as it should all of us).
My heart absolutely breaks for those who had to make the choice of jumping instead of burning to death.