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.
We got our TV and put it in the work bay, since our breakroom was not large enough for everyone. We were all numb to, and sat watching the horror. We knew we were at war and some of us would be called up to fight the terrorists.