Skip to comments.Where were you on 9/11? (Vanity)
Posted on 09/11/2012 8:42:38 PM PDT by ConservativeInPA
Where were you on 9-11?
I called the class in from the break and basically said the terrorists want to disturb our way of life and if we didn't continue the class that they would have won. if anyone needed to leave because of family, it was ok and I would see that they would receive a refund.
Around 1:30, a student received a call from his son that was at the WTC. His son had walked out of Manhatten and it took until 1:30 to get the call through. Ten minutes later the class heard from another student who had a son at WTC. He made it out as well. The class rejoiced.
We continued class that day, and the rest of the week. The evening of 9-11, I received a call from my sister. (understand cell phone coverage was terrible that day) My brother-in-law was in 3 WTC that day. He didn't make it out before 3 WTC collapsed.
I continued the class that week. The students continued the class. We were focused. And it took a great deal of focus to make it through that week. I drove down to Parsnipany every night to comfort my sister's family and I worried about my family back in PA.
The thing I remember most about that day was the crystal clear blue sky. I call that a 9-11 sky to this day. The worst sight of the week was driving to work and looking over the river and seeing the smoke rising from ground zero.
Later that year, I was working in the city. I was staying at the same hotel as some FEMA workers. They were counciling people that lost loved ones. After drinking entirely too much on several occasions, I heard horrific stories that have never been told in the media. One story was about a large, strong man running towards Battery Park as the first tower collapsed. A woman fell. The man picked her up by the arm and kept running with her. A piece of glass fell from the tower and sliced her lower half off. The man kept dragging her upper torso to the water front before he realized what had happened. He didn't know her, he just did what seemed right. He had great difficultly dealing with it, and was never able to connect with the woman's family.
These are a couple of my 9-11 stories. What are yours?
At MY FRIKKIN JOB!
Which I don’t have NOW!
I was in the shower, when my 13 year old daughter opened the door and said “Dad! Someone just flew a plane into the world trade center!”
And I said “What an a$$hole!”
And, as it turned out, I was right.
I was having coffee and toast. I stared at the TV and could not believe what I was seeing the first tower on fire the newscaster saying it was an accident and the second plane hitting the second tower thinking this AIN’t NO ACCIDENT!
Was out doing errands for the Morning. Went to Mickey D’s to get a Breakfast Sandwich and the TV was on saying one plane had hit the world trade center. Before I had ordered and gotten my sandwich it was clearly a Terrorist attack and I was no longer hungry. I had that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach for the rest for the day.
I was in Patagonia Chile. Was wandering among the mountains and glaciers. Didn’t have a clue. About 3pm I stopped at this itty bitty little place to have a bite to eat. They kept insisting that they had CNN, but they wouldn’t get satellite feed until 5pm. They kept insisting that they had CNN, CNN. So, I waited until 5pm, and finally saw it.
It's still deep wound--and all Obama can do is rub salt in it with his stupid apologies!
I was less than a mile from where Mohammed Atta slept, shopped at Walmart and boarded a flight to Boston.
I happened to be back home in the USA, online with a girl/friend in Brunei, before returning back to Europe.
FOX news was on the TV in the background.
I saw the live video stream of the buildings going down.
I guess my reaction was much as Bush’s....Too shocking to comprehend at the moment.
Either last year or a previous year, seems there was a good long thread on this. Not to mention the threads from 9/11/01 itself.
Was making my daughters breakfast while wife got ready for work. A friend from my playgroup called and said are you watchin the news? I answered no, she said turn to the news. Switched on fox as the second plane hit. I stood there in absolute shock. My girls were 3 and 5 and I didn’t know how to tell them what was happening. Never forget.
I was asleep.
Received a call from my oldest, to hurry and turn on the TV, the US was under attack.......It was just in time to see live the second plane driven into the second building.
I was sick.
I was teary.
I went through the motions of the day.
I called my youngest and said turn on the TV.
She called back and was crying, to tell me this was the day she was going to call me to say she was pregnant with twins.
I remember that day.
At home in bed. Husband says from the living room “a plane hit a sky scraper in New York City.” Soon after, he said “another plane hit!”. I scrambled out to the TV. Within a few days he was called to active duty and served the 2 years that a reservist is called to do, including time in the war zone early in the war. That morning caused him to leave his regular job and spend 2 years at the base and 6 months in Kuwait. This year I was honored to have a young veteran of the war at my home as he serviced my Dish Network equipment. He noticed a few military things in the house and soon we were talking about his lengthy service in Iraq and Afganistan. He looked so young. He was an Army Scout. He was in both war zones multiple times. I was humbled and honored to have him in my home.
I got up around 10 am that day and went to Yahoo to see what the market was doing. The message there said ‘Markets closed due to collapse of the World Trade Center’. I thought, what the bloody hell does THAT mean?
Pregnant with our second. Had a 2-year-old.
Got up that day and took out the trash. Remarked, to myself, that the sky was sooooooooo Azure Blue and that Fall was in the air. I don’t think in my lifetime....I’ve ever seen a sky so surreal.
Thanked God for such a beautiful day!
Husband getting dressed for work.
Phone rang and it was my mom. Told me to turn on the TV and what happened (the first strike). Thought it was an errant aircraft to begin with.
We watched the second strike. I was frightened.
Tried to call my sis’ who lived outside of Philly. Circuits down. Kept trying. Got through. She was panicking. Her son and a German exchange student were on a school trip and were to be at the WTC at that time.
Found out that the bus was delayed due to traffic.
She needed help relaying a message to the exchange student’s mom that he was OK.
Contacted a relative in France who was an interpreter to relay the message.
Visited my sibling at the family business. He was shaken up. Went to my mom’s.
Dawned on me that we didn’t have an American Flag (because we had only just moved from abroad).
Dressed my son in a flag t-shirt and went to Wal-Mart to buy a flag.
Unfurled it in front of our home.
the news was no where near as devastating to me as the day Obama won , I knew the american way of life had taken a huge blow that would make 911 seem like the good ol days of foriegn enemy threats
I was home with my 2 year old, and very pregnant. My husband called and told me that if I were considering going into downtown LA or toward the airport that day, I should not do it. I said, “Why? Is there a traffic problem?” He said, “No” and explained what happened. I got stuck trying to visualize the problem. “You mean the whole building collapsed in on itself?” I said.
This whole thing felt like a sock in the stomach for a week. Then the baby came. I remember getting the most beautiful response from a friend, on hearing the news. It was really important for her to hear about our baby, because it reminded her that the whole world had not gone dark, that there was still joy and goodness in the world.
I decided to raise my son to be like the guys on Flight 93— ready and willing to take the initiative to do what’s right when the circumstances require it.
So far, so good.
Spent one night with an Aunt, who lived on the route home,she was 83 and I had not seen her in 10 years.
It was bitter sweet: Visiting a wonderful woman, but shocked watching what we saw. She passed away six months later.
I was driving to work. Didn’t have the radio on, as I usually do, taking a shower.
Every report was a “plane” hit the WTC and most conjecture was a small one.
By the time I got to the office we had a little TV and radio and we saw the second plane hit.
Knew then it was an attack.
Originally the results of the investigation concluded that the pilot committed suicide.
It was then that I realized these people are capable of crashing a plane into a building such as the Empire State Building or the Twin Towers.
Since those results were released Egypt put up a stink over the findings. Not sure if for political reasons they may have changed the results of the investigation.
When the planes crashed into the twin towers my first thought was EgyptAir Flight 990 and my eerie prediction.
I took my daughter to school-—very quiet that day. Then I ahd to cross the Golden Gate Bridge to go to an air force base and teach a science class to some elementary school kids. Kind of eerie...not much traffic but lots of armed personnel at the bridge
I live in CA. I was still asleep when the attacks hit. I woke to the news to see the smoking towers and to watch them come down moments later.
I was getting ready for work at a local community college that day, having left home early to mail letters for my mother when on the phone she told what she thought was a movie with the first tower was hit. I thought it was a plane accident. But when the second tower was hit, I realized we were attacked. I was in shock that lasted almost a week.
I was sleeping and my phone rang. it was my cousin telling me to turn on the TV. After five minutes, I turned to my husband and asked him the date. he told me it was September 11. I told him “REMEMBER THIS DATE...IT’S THE DAY THE WORLD CHANGES”
The community college is in Manchester, CT.
I got up and called him back just as the second plane hit. He knew it was terrorism even before that. We talked about my brother who is a Marine and my husband who is a firefighter upstate. He was at work and my next call was to him, and he was wondering if they'd be sent to help as Firefighters and Paramedics. My next call was to my sister in law in NJ, right across from Manhattan, who could see the smoke and was trying to calm down her elderly in-laws. My sister-in-law had taken her kids to day care that morning and said hello to three parents that died that day.
Watching C.A.P. from my apartment window in Arlington, VA.
I couldn’t sleep that morning. So I got up and turned on the TV. Bush was praying. Didn’t know why yet. Then the news showed the pictures of the planes going into the WTC buildings. Within a few minutes they announced that there was smoke in DC and after a few minutes that the Pentagon had been hit.
My son never made it to school that day. His Dad is in the AF Reserves. I knew that it was only a matter of hours before he would be pulled to active duty. I started packing his dufflebag before the base had even called him.
I fell asleep on the couch that night watching TV and hearing the fighter jets flying their missions.That continued for about a week. Very little sleep, glued to the TV.
My husband has been retired from the military for many years, but my son that didn’t go to school that day is now the one that is in uniform and he is currently serving in the ME.
We had moved into our new home on the 8th. On the 11th a guy showed up to finish a few things and as soon as he asked me if I was watching the news I knew something was up. He told me what had happened and I was shocked for about a minute then realized I had a tv and invited the guy in and we watched the 2nd plane hit. I was glued to the tv the rest of the day and only got a few hours sleep before work that night. Everyone at work was talking about what had happened and it was very hard to think about work. Was glued to the tv all the next day as well.
Attending the ISA Show in Houston, at what was then the “Enron Center”. Memories: people crowding around the few TV sets available, realizing no one was going to get on a plane anytime soon, show closing a day early, jets flying combat air patrol over the city...
I was at morning Mass in Missouri and people hadn’t realized the magnitude of the whole thing yet. All we knew at that time was a place had hit the world trade center. We had no idea until we all got back home and saw the falling towers.
I owned my own business at the time, had worked past midnight getting a project completed for a deadline and needed to sleep in a few hours to recover. I didn’t turn on anything, no radio, television or internet, just got up, showered and went out the door in time to get back to the office by 10:00 AM.
I walked outside into just the most amazing morning. Preternaturally beautiful, warm and still, low humidity and very quiet, with that stunningly clear blue sky that so many comment upon. Took a minute or two to walk around the yard, taking it in, such a gorgeous day.
Then my neighbor came running across from his yard saying something about we’re under attack. I thought he’d lost it, made no sense at all. Go back in and turn on the television, he says, you’re not going to be able to get to work, the interstate is shut down because of the (Colonial Pipeline) tank farm.
I went in and turned it on, just as a tower collapsed. It was sickening. I couldn’t stop watching. Stunned disbelief, I guess. I eventually went back outside and a wave of surreality washed over me. I don’t know why the sky and the weather was so affecting, juxtaposed with such horrifying destruction and slaughter, but it felt like a cruel joke, the world gone haywire and nature right along with it.
That sort of day and that sort of sky still sends me back, probably always will.
In NYC, at my (then) apartment on East 20th Street. Heard the news on the radio, quick phone call to reassure my mother that I was not in danger, walked outside to Park Ave. to stare downtown in disbelief at the plumes of smoke in the distance, and knew that the world had changed. I was not a prepper at that time - had little food in the apartment, so walked to a nearby market to stock up on essentials. While checking out the cashier screamed as she got a phone call from a relative saying that the first building had collapsed.
Walked towards my office near the Empire State Building, all the while expecting it to be the next target. Thousands of people in the streets, sirens everywhere, talking to strangers, trying to comprehend it all.
Spent the day at work watching TV news reports and monitoring Free Republic. Decided to head to my Connecticut house, so that evening I hitched a ride from a co-worker - his car was parked near one of the temporary morgue sites that were being set up on the East Side, burnt smell hanging heavily in the air, somehow talked our way through a police checkpoint to get to the car. By that time, roads were eerily empty, and we left the city in somber silence.
I had to drive to Dallas that morning from an outlying area. Since my tv is seldom on and sure not in the mornings, I had no idea what was going until I was nearly there, I just kept going. On the freeway going toward downtown, the traffic was totally stopped. I was next to a firetruck. I looked at the men on that truck. They were either filled with rage with tears or sadness with tears. I had tears as well.
That day we made pins out of red, white and blue beads. Not really important but it made us feel like we were doing SOMETHING. (we were already told not to come and give blood yet.)
I went back there today. Only myself and one other wore those pins. It was sad.
Your experience was same as mine. I first saw the reruns. The first I saw was the two towers coming down seconds apart as the news report went through the events that had already happened. I turned on TV after seeing headline on drudge that said US under attack.
I was in the shower too, when my wife told me a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. Then I was glued to the TV and to Free Republic.
On Tuesday, September 11, 1973, I was driving home from a class I was taking at the University of Southern California when I turned on the radio and learned that General Augusto Pinochet had overthrown Chile’s Red regime led by Salvador Allende. I was overjoyed over the fact that a pro-Soviet government in the western hemisphere had been eliminated.
On October 19, 2001, I flew to Chicago and rented a car. At the rental car lot, I noticed that the license plates on the cars were not just from Illinois, but from states throughout the Union—most likely because airline passengers stranded by the 9/11 terrorist attacks used rental cars to reach their final destinations.
I was in grad school. I was preparing for my morning class when a relative called and asked if I was watching the news on TV. I turned-on the TV and saw live video feeds of the WTC with one tower with smoke billowing from it. Just as the reporters were talking about a plane having struck the tower,I watched a second airliner aim for the other tower and fly into it. I will never forget that horrific image of an airliner being purposely flown into the second tower. I will never be able to forget the images of the towers collapsing.
I over-expressed my feelings in post 42 (and then self-reported myself, thanks mod). Still so mad and sad that I can’t see. I’ll just leave with this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5vwMmNYm5I
(music by Enya)
Every American should watch this amazing video.
Also from the page, view the 'Pentagon Tribute Page', 'Anatomy Of The Attack' and 'Explanation Of Page'. Don't miss the heartbreaking 'That Day', In Author's Own Words.
It is the most viewed video of all, and is now in the Smithsonian.
Better version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0vChwQL_sw
Thank you. I couldn’t find it, posted two youtube links. That’s what I was trying to find.
Suddenly, one of the two said, "Wait a minute ... sorry to interrupt but there is something going on in NYC. It appears a small plane may have flown into the WTC tower. We are going to take a break and see if we can find out more and be right back with you."
I quickly turned on the TV. And started what ended up being a three day stay-awake watching TV and going to work. One of the kids came in to see what was going on and as we sat in disbelief we watched as the second plane flew into the tower.
The kids went to school. I did have to go into a job at a florist shop (we were in TX) for a few hours. By 1:00 p.m. CST we started getting calls for flowers to be sent to people locally and other parts of the country related to the WTC coming down ... mostly 'I am thinking about you' and a few 'Sympathy' arrangements. It was so surreal.
I think we just kept watching it over and over because we were trying to understand it and believe it could have happened. That human being could do such an evil act.