Skip to comments.Where Were You On 9/11? Tell us your story!
Posted on 09/10/2007 6:41:30 PM PDT by Milwaukee_Guy
Might be a good time to revisit how we all heard about the the attack on 9/11 and how we reacted to the darkest day in American history.
What emotions were strongest for you on that day?
How did you find out? Did you stay at work? Did you go Home? Who did you call?
I was in the shower when the 1st one hit. I walked out to Fox & Friends discussing it. I got ready and told my husband. We were driving into work and trying to find a radio station to see what was happening. We found Howard Stern. He was on it, and then he described the 2nd plane hitting live on the radio and he nailed who did it. I got to work and followed the coverage for the rest of the day. We had no TV at the office then. We got one within the next week.
Sept. 11th changed my life. All I could think about that day is that my son’s life had changed forever and he wouldn’t even understand how it had changed because he just couldn’t know. So sad.
We will be flying the flag balloon tomorrow in memoriam.
www.usflagballoon.com if anyone is interested.
Unfortunately, the last 2 years, people haven’t even known why we were flying.
I was also getting my son ready for 1/2 day preschool. It was a picture-perfect, azure blue sky September morning. Talk radio was on as is usual.
When they said a plane had hit the World Trade Center I turned on the television. When the second plane hit, I knew my son wasn’t leaving my side. I wasn’t a Freeper yet, but I’m big on reading and I knew in my heart Bin laden was behind it. Our world had changed forever because of these murderous cretins.
As others have stated, NEVER FORGET!
Thanks for asking. This is a good tribute to 9/11. I was reading through some of the posts and it brought it all back to me.
I woke up to the radio alarm and heard them talking about someone flying into the Twin Tower in NY.
I turned on the t.v. while getting ready to go to work in the S.F. Bay Area.
Everyone was thinking it was an accident — no one could imagine!
Then as I was watching, the second plane flew into the second tower.
Instantly, everyone knew it was terrorism.
That day changed everything for me.
I had always been a Republican, but now I am 9/11 Republican. I think everyone knows what I mean.
I was getting ready to go and meet friends for breakfast at the airport ( where it subsequently turned out that Muhammed Atta trained) when I turned on the TV to see the first smoking tower.
The conjecture was, at that time, that it was a freak accident, I wasn't convinced.
Just then the second plane hit, I was dumbstruck, I called my girlfriend (now my wife) and said "Turn on the TV", she said "what Channel?", I said "Any damn channel you want"..
So, are you from Milwaukee? I went to college there. Loved it!
I was stationed at Ft. Lewis, and was dead asleep because I had just flown back from a meeting at the Pentagon (ironic, no?), and had a pass.
Ex-wife (well, then wife) came upstairs and woke me up to watch TV, just in time for the 2nd plane to hit. I told her, “It’s going to be a war.”
Called my boss at work, and asked if we were on alert, and did I need to come in, and he said, “No, stay home...all you’d be doing here is jerk**g off with the rest of us watching it on TV.”
I went into my little girl’s room (she was supposed to start her first day of pre-school that day) and hugged her so hard she squealed.
I knew life as I knew it had just changed. I just didn’t know then how much, where it would lead, and what it would cost...
Rick Leventhal reported that some guy had been on the 85th floor and ‘rode’ it down as the tower fell. He was not injured..
I’m no scientist, and even I knew that wasn’t possible.
Keep it coming Freepers. All of your stories are greatly appreciated. Thank you for sharing.
I was jogging with Chelesa in Manhattan! Wasn’t everybody ..?????
I had the same thought about the Empire State Building.
I was very sad and very proud of the USA that day.
So many generous unselfish people...It’s a much better country that the wags of popular culture would want us to believe.
Anything to add?
It was 6:00 a.m. Pacific Time. I was still in bed sleeping when my daughter called and said something terrible was happening and I should turn on the TV. So I did just in time to see the second plane hit the tower. I was was glued to the TV for the rest of the day.
Howard and I landed at Dulles late in the day 9/10/01. I was anxious the next morning to get back into the office and start catching up. My wife called and told me to forget that and turn on the TV.
I alternated between that and FR for the next several hours, in a haze of rage. Jo's parents had been scheduled to fly out that morning to meet her over there and we worried they'd been caught up in it, only to learn later, when Jo got online from her relative's house in Italy, that they'd left the night before and in any case as we now know only westbound airliners were targeted.
I can still remember that morning even now (before the attacks). I rode the train into work that day here in Atlanta. Just like in NYC it was a perfect beautiful day. I was listening to WGST-AM. Tom Hughes had a radio show then. And just before 9am there was a report of a plane hitting the WTC. At the time it was not clear if it was a small plane or a commercial airliner. I remember they were talking to some guy on his cell phone near the WTC and as he was talking on the phone over the air the second plane hit. We all knew then that it was a terrroist attact. Since my job was related to the stock market and I believe the market never opened that day (usually the market opens at 9:30) we didn’t really do much the rest of the morning other than listen to the radio. We were let go from work around noon or so and I got a ride home from a co-worker (we thot the trains were closed). I remember listening to the radio and I heard the horrible news that Barbara Olson was on one of the planes. I really felt horrible then. I always liked her and enjoyed seeing her on television. I still have her last book.
We watched just about everything that went down after that point. I think we saw the second impact live on TV, although we might have seen it a few minutes after. I remember a few screams from fellow students. The room then filled with people from neighboring rooms that did not have a TV.
I spent the rest of the day in the cafeteria, skipping classes , staring at the TV, trying to figure out what happened with friends, and watching the other students’ reactions.
marked...the other thread was also linked on this thread, don’t remember which number.
What I remember MOST of the whole week, are the images of people waiting to jump to their deaths. That and the question my 7 year old grandson asked me....”Why do they want to hurt us?” My answer....”There are evil people in the world.”
Prayers for the family/friends of those who lost loved ones on that day. WE WILL NEVER FORGET!
I awoke at about 7:15am Pac time to the local radio host talking about planes hitting the Twin Towers....and jumped out of bed, yelled at my brother and his wife who were visiting, that something terrible had happened as I ran down to a TV....we sat watching for awhile, in shock. Watched as the towers crumbled to the ground. I had plans to drive them to Vancouver, BC that day/night, and my husband had left for Vancouver earlier (businesess trip)...We knew their flight back to Texas would not be on time in a couple of days. My husband called and really did NOT want me to travel, but we decided to go anyway ....getting through the border took time, as they were extra thorough. Hearing that Barbara Olson was on one of the crashed planes while we were wandering around the shops brought me to tears, again....Getting back into the US the next day was interesting, as my brother worked for an oil company and traveled the world, i.e. Egypt, Saudi Arabia, stamped all over his Passport, etc....they were VERY interested in him and what he was doing. But, he’s a big, blond haired, blue eyed Norwegian looking guy....so they finally let us back in.
About 9/25 we left on our delayed vacation - a road trip, into Canada again....ended up at a very remote border crossing out of Idaho.....was interesting, as the Canadians had THEIR crossing guards, and then about 20 feet away, was another set of US crossing guards....all with rifles at the ready. We were actually happy to see that.
I thought Clancey, too. It was surreal.
My son had been sent home from school on the 10th with a bad bronchial infection. We were both up a lot during the night, he was quite ill, and I had already planned to take a half day. Although I had awakened at 7.30 to call him off of school, I actually went back to try to get some rest while he slept and was awakened at 8.43 am by a call from a family member who said, 'You have to turn on the TV and see this.' I was stunned. I turned on the TV to see the first plane hit. I tried to call my sister who was in the Boston metro area but there was no getting through. I called a friend who I knew did not watch TV and would want to know. I was glued to the TV and saw the 2nd plane hit and both Towers fall.
I might add, I work in the finance/investment world (in PA), so in addition to horror of watching the horror unfold, the loss of life and the uncertainties of just what else might happen, I was in touch with my workplace and supervisor finding out on a whole other level more details. The market of course did not open, not all week. And, at the time, we waited to hear if or when it would or could.
I didn't find out about Reagan being shot until almost dinner time. It was the first day of Spring Quarter and I went to my classes and went to the library to begin studying. And when I was eating dinner at the dorm cafetaria that was when I found out from people talking.
Your post was beautiful. I checked out your profile. I’m so sorry for your loss of your brave and handsome husband.
May God bless you and your precious children.
I sat at home watching this in disbelief. The President could have came on the TV and said, I just nuked Iran (Iraq, Afghanistan, Paris and a half a dozen more places) and I would not have cared one bit. I would have paid money to push the button. I was sitting there thinking, I could call the Speedway and cancel. And then I thought to myself, if I stay home the terrorist win. I went to the Speedway and ran the buggy hard. I didn't buy it, but I was running laps almost as good as the big dogs do.
I don't remember it to be September 11th, and I wasn't sure what to think of Bush before 911, but when President Bush was at Ground Zero and he said, 'the people who brought these buildings down are going to hear from all of us soon', it sure made me happy and I changed the way I looked at Bush.
I think it may have been that day when I promised to never waver, falter, tire, or fail.
Peace and FREEDOM will prevail - W
I stood 6 blocks away and watched the towers fall. When I close my eyes I still see them crumle. I see the wall of dust flowing down the street like a flash flood in a canyon. I hear the dead silence of a city that gasped as one and held it’s breath. That day and that place forever changed me in a way that I cannot describe.
Today, when I hear the Liberals and the MoveOn.org crowd preach tolerance and blame our country I want to throw up all over them. I want to send them to the top of the towers and let them try to survive the inferno caused by the radical muslims. I want them to stand near the base of the towers and experience the exploding thuds of the bodies of those who sought to fly away from the fire and destruction.
Finally I grieve with all those who lost loved ones. I even pitty those who have mistakingly focused their grief on our country like the Jersey Girls. I pity them and I grieve for them. Their loss is one I cannot understand. But I pray for them, for the children of the brave firefighters who gave their lives to save others. I pray that should the time come for me to be as corageous that I can live up to their examples. I also pray for those who have answered the call in Iraq and Afganistan to take the war to our enemy in this religious war.
GOD BLESS AMERICA (please)
After England AFB of course.
Thank you for your story. It was really amazing. I think that day changed many people’s lives.
And thanks for your service!
My husband and I were visiting family in northern CA. I woke up early and turned on the TV looking for the news. I ran into the Home Shopping Network which had a black background up with words to the effect “In light of the day’s events, we have cancelled all programming. Our prayers are with those affected.”
I remember wondering about that, actually stopping and reading that a couple times.
Then I finally found the news - CNN first I think and saw the WTC burning. I remember the ticker talking about planes hijacked - the pentagon hit... a plane missing... I was horrified, terrified, completely stunned & couldn’t make the connection between the pictures and the ticker - it seemed as if we were being hit on all fronts all over.
I immediately woke my husband up and told him we were under attack. We watched the unbearable images for awhile with some family while we called his family in Philly and mine in So CA. Checking in though you’re nowhere near the tragedy. I think it just helped to reach out & hear loved one’s voices. I struggled to get my mind around the fact that when the towers fell, LIVE, I was watching people die. Hundreds, thousands of people. All those children whose mommies & daddies were gone just then. Madness.
We watched until the networks began to replay it again & again, then drove to see my grandparents who lived another couple hours away. Regular radio programming had nearly ceased to exist. News from the Attacks was on nearly all the radio stations... except the rap stations. Isn’t that strange? We stopped to get gas and it was already on the front page of a paper, so we bought that one. At Grandma’s house, Fox News was on - they were watching it as well.
We stayed there briefly, then continued on our way to Big Sur (our original destination) where we stayed with no TV to watch within a couple hundred miles. Only AM radio and internet access during the day. Art Bell’s remote viewers at night detailing Bin Laden’s location and also predicting doom for the local nuclear plant.
Looking out over the Pacific and wondering if a flank from North Korea could be coming.
And the anthrax attacks... when they hit Reno, supposedly... it hit home.
One of the engineers came into my office and asked how I could just be sitting there when planes were crashing into buildings and buildings were collapsing. What??
I called my wife, told her to watch TV and to go fill up the tank on car and our gas buckets just in case.
I was glued to FreeRepublic for most of the day and glued to the TV after I got home. What a scary day.
Had I been on the Internet, it would have taken seconds.
I was sleeping too. My friend called, I saw the second plane hit. I will never forget it.
Later when they had the National day of mourning across the Nation. My family from Chicago, D.C., & Ohio met at a little Cemetery in a remote town I West Virginia and buried our grandfather beside his father. We held a service, released balloons, placed a headstone and took plenty of pictures and video. This we boxed up with a blown up picture of him and sent it to our mother.
I visited her last year and noticed that the picture was prominently displayed right beside her bed.
I looked out and saw a crowd gathering in the street looking towards the direction of the WTC. I walked to that side of the building with everyone else on my floor who heard it and there was a huge hole in one of the towers with black smoke coming out of it. We all figured a wayward plane had just hit it (no thought at that moment that it may have been deliberate).
A few moments later I saw the second plane flying low. Even before impact, we now realized that the first one was no accident. I will never forget the sight of that plane making contact with the building and seeing the flames shoot out. It looked the way it does in all the action/disaster movies. They told us to evacuate the building and head north.
I hope I never have to see anything like that again.
I thought Clancey, too. It was surreal.
In the mid 90’s Tom Clancey published “Debt of Honor” and Dale Brown published “Storming Heaven”.
Both books featured planes crashing into the capital.
What was really weird, is that both books were published within a month of each other.
My husband called me from his car and told me to turn on the TV. He came home immediately. We heard the surreal sound of the F-16’s fly past our home on their way to DC.
Stepping outside of the box is the step towards freedom. Good for you.
Thank you so much! May God bless you and yours always.
It is now 12 midnight on the east coast, and so it is 9/11 once again. NEVER FORGET!!!
God bless all survivors and those we have lost.
God bless all rescuers who strove mightily to ensure that 9/11 was not even worse than it was.
God bless all of our military servicemen and women, and all of their families and friends.
God bless all the valiant, courageous warriers we have lost in the war to save civilization and humanity from the scourge of Islamo-jihadist scum.
God bless all FReepers and their families who understand better than most what we are facing and what we must do.
God bless all of our real allies and partners and friends around the world.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
I walked into the lobby at my doctor’s. All the staff were standing in the middle of the room. They all turned at once and said, “Did you see this?” There was a huge TV in the corner of the room. I saw the first tower burning and I was confused. I didn’t realize what building it was. As I stood there with my mouth hanging open, the second plane flew into the second tower. I immediately looked toward the staff. “Bin Laden,” I said. I was livid.
The rest of the day was screwy. My accountant’s buddies were all dead, one of my daughters was freaking out trying to contact a friend who’d been headed to the WTC that morning (he was located and ok), another friend’s brother was working at the Pentagon and he was trying to get through to find out something for his sister-in-law (also located and ok).
The State Building in Albany where my husband works was locked down.
Good for you.
I was sitting on the sunporch with a cup of coffee. My husband walked out the back door and got in his car. In just a minute he ran back through the door and told me the Pentagon and the World Trade Center had been hit by airplanes. He turned on the television and we were glued to it all day, not knowing what we were going to have to do or what further thing was going to happen. What was going to be attacked next and were we going to have to stand and fight where we were? - During all this, my son who lives in New York called. He was just a few blocks away from the towers and he was crying, saying he had just been there a few days ago and knew some young people who were in there.
He later helped at the morgue in his capacity as an Episcopal priest when people came to claim their dead.
I have thought so much since then how very weary I am of war, how I despise war. I am still living with the effects of WWII on my beloved father - but how so many mind-numbed robots are not yet weary enough to stop their jihad or whatever other senseless “cause” they buy into. . and they wish to die . . for the “fatherland”, for the “jihad” . .
. . and so the common SOLDIER has to stand and fight to defend his people . . and still he does so, with tears in his eyes for those he must kill because they do not see what he sees . . will not just . . stop.
I swear its the truth. My jaw dropped when she said it. G. Gordon Liddy even mentioned it in his last book although he does not mention Katie by name.
It was moving day for us too. I had recently transfered to Atsugi, Japan and we were moving from the temporary housing in the Navy Lodge into an off base house. We felt lucky in the morning because a typhoon was skirting the area and we had been afraid the moving company would cancel. But there was only a little wind and rain.
9/11 was a night time event for us in Japan. The cable wasn’t due to connected for a couple of more days and I had hooked up some old rabbit ears to the TV but the reception was pretty bad. I gave up and went outside to smoke but my wife was still playing with the TV. She came out and told me something was happening in New York. I came in just in time to see the second plane hit. The snowy picture we could barely see was American network broadcast with Japanese reporters doing voice overs.
I was sitting at a traffic light after dropping my youngest off at her first day of preschool. I stopped at WaWa to get my mom and me our favorite coffee to celebrate the first time in many years that we were alone together to chat and for her to comfort me now that my last baby was in school. The DJ announced that a plane had hit the WTC. I immediately thought about the first WTC attack. I ran in the house and my mom had the news on and looked at me and said “for the first time since daddy died, I’m glad he’s not alive” Then a little bit later we watched the 2nd plane hit and she said “we’re being attacked, we’re at war” The phone rang and it was my husband asking for info (they didn’t have a tv in their department but heard a plane hit the first tower). We sat glued to the TV reports and the entire time my mom was repeating “this is different than Pearl Harbor” She took out her Rosary and started praying. The Pentagon gets hit and she tells me to “go hang the flag outside” and I tell my husband, the Pentagon just got hit. Then I go outside to hang the Flag. My next door neighbor sees me and tells me she can’t reach her mom who works in the WTC complex. She tells me her husband called and his building was evacuated (he works for and in the Fed gov’t building in Philly).
My husband gets home shortly afterwards (his company closed and sent all employees home).
We basically sat in front of the TV the entire day/night. Picked all the kids up from school and we sat watching our Country being attacked. The Principal of their school sent a letter home explaining her announcement/visit to each classroom and suggesting we don’t allow them to watch any footage. We didn’t agree and decided they should watch with us. It was the first day of preschool for my youngest and she had no clue what was going on anyway. The other 3 were 10, 9, and 5 1/2 (she just started Kindergarten).
My niece was living in Manhatten and she called her mom who called us (she’s a nurse and was there in a set up trauma tent that didn’t get many patients). My next door neighbor’s mom eventually called her once she walked the bridge to NJ and could get reception.
Our Church held a prayer service that night and we attended.
One of the things that sticks in my mind was my mom’s comment “this is different than Pearl Harbor” since she was alive then and my Dad immediately enlisted. She meant that we weren’t being attacked by a country. She raised her voice when she heard Tom Brokaw or one of the other anchors and she rarely raised her voice. I can’t recall why but she was ticked. Then she said, the news media in this country is gonna kill us all.
“Then she said, the news media in this country is gonna kill us all.”
Smart lady, your mom.
Actually, it was John Moran (BCM). Mike is his brother who told Osama to “Kiss his Royal Irish A$$” at the Concert for New York.
Hundreds Attend John Moran Street Naming:
Short and simple:
I was living in Los Angeles.
I went to bed late on 9-10. And wouldn’t you know it...I promised myself
that I was going to start watching less TV.
I awoke early enough to catch the start of Hugh Hewitt’s radio show
(about 6AM). (www.hughhewitt.com)
Hewitt said there were reports of a small plane that crashed into
the one of the towers of The World Trade Center.
So, curious to see what that looked like to see if it was anything like
the B-25 Mitchell that hit the Empire State Building...I flushed
my promise and flicked on the TV.
It looked bad enough and then suddenly another plane appears, then
disappears behind the towers, a fireball blasting from a tower on the
I think I almost into shock, because my first thought was “that’s
some special effect!”.
When I finally gathered that this really was an intentional attack,
I called my late-sleeping cousin in Dallas, left a
“TURN ON YOUR TV NOW!!!”
message on his machine.
And then I went to work.
Stunning things in the next week:
American flags EVERYWHERE. Even in too-cool-to-be-patriotic Los Angeles.
NO, ZERO, NADA commercials on the major networks for (IIRC) about a week.
Even in the commercialism capital of Los Angeles.
Good job, joining the NYPD was a brilliant step! I hope that all’s going well for you and that you and your fellow officers will not have to face another day like 9/11. All of use live better knowing that there are people like you out there to serve and protect.
I desperately wanted to serve in either a military, EMS, or police role after 9/11, but medically speaking it was completely out of the question for me (see #190). Couldn’t do it physically and could never be allowed to do it by any of the agencies or services. So I have to applaud and support all those others who are able to do so for all of us. God bless you all.