Skip to comments.NEVER FORGET: Where Were you on 9/11?
Posted on 09/10/2009 9:48:39 PM PDT by DaveLoneRanger
Seeing none from this year, I would like us to share our memories of 9/11. Like Kennedy's assassination or Pearl Harbor, few can ever forget where they were on that dreadful day. Please share your memory of 9/11, where you were, and also tell us in a few sentences how it changed you.
Obama called for a national day of service today so I will oblige. I will service my sister's car. Would do mine to but a friend has promised me a tour of an aircraft I've never seen before and I can't pass it up.
I was here on FR back and forth to the tv......my hair is standing up as I write this.
Was just remembering Barbara Olsen (THE BEST!!!)...I sure miss her
Because Im getting old and Im bad ay names I had to look her up on Google.
So I found out that the FBI said she didnt call Ted...in fact she didnt exist....Truthers are really really sick
That was a strange day...
I was at work, Eglin Air Force Base, FL. My co-worker’s father, a retired airline pilot called to tell us. We ran down the hall to the Maintenance Operations Control Center and stared with disbelief with the rest of the staff at the first tower burning. Then, the second plane hit.
I was driving an airport transport van in Seattle. I had picked up 2 couples who were headed to the Caribbean for a vacation. I had a news-talk station on for background noise and traffic reports. I heard about the first plane hitting the tower, and we all thought it a horrid accident. When they broke in with the news of the 2nd tower being hit, one of the gentleman said “That ain’t no accident”.
When I got to SeaTac Airport, I started hearing about the shutdown of all air traffic. I remember the radio exchange on my van’s 2-way:
1st van: I heard the airport’s closed...
2nd van: Which airport?
Dispatch: ALL OF THEM! (practically shouted)
They sent my north to get more people, because we didn’t know how long this would last. On the way, I heard of the attack on the Pentagon. I literally screamed in my van. I drove to a nearby Starbucks so I could call my wife. She heard about it on a different radio station, but she had a TV and was watching it.
By the time I got near where I was supposed to be, the towers had come down. The dispatcher then put out an all-vans call: “If you’ve got people inbound for the airport, turn around and take ‘em home. If you’re empty, get to the airport because there’s some folks there that need to
go home too.”
As I made my way back south, the traffic was horrible...far worse than a normal Tuesday. I was going down Aurora Ave with a perfect view of the Seattle skyline on a gorgeous morning...and all I could think of was if this was going to be the last sight I saw before a blinding flash obliterated the city.
I went home after work and watched the continuous coverage of the disaster. Didn’t go to work the next day...there was nothing to do.
It didn’t ‘hit me’ until the memorial service at the National Cathedral. I was listening to the live coverage on the radio. I was doing fine until they played the ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic’. Once they started playing that, I sat in my van in a parking lot in Issaquah and cried. I can’t listen to that song anymore without choking up.
The events of 9/11 changed me in that now I do not trust any Muslim as far as I can spit. I didn’t used to want destruction and war, but now...I wouldn’t mind a bit if Mecca and Medina simply ‘vanished’ someday. And, sadly...I now know that America CAN be attacked on our mainland, something that was unthinkable to me on 9/10/01.
Was living in retirement in Florida, my wife was away visiting, so I slept late. Woke up and turned on the Weather Channel and they were showing burning buildings. After a second I realized it was live so turned on FOX and realized that thousands of Americans had been murdered in the heart of a major city.
I was born and grew up in the NYC area, and had been interviewing for a job at the WTC a few years earlier. When I was a kid the WWII and Korean War soldiers and veterans were marching in parades I was in as a cub scout. Everyone was a patriot. Getting into politics in the Goldwater and Vietnam periods the locasl GOP and DEMs worked together to visit wounded veterans and attend the huge Honor America Day rally in DC.
The situation today when a major American political party is controlled by enemies of our country and has put one of them in the White House was totally unthinkable then, as was the idea that the president would put political correctness over American safety by neglecting to keep track of our enemies. We all felt safe from foreign attack.
Now it is clear that we are not safe, and will certainly be attacked again, with no protection of our people from the enemies-in-office.
What I learned then was to HATE those who attack us and who hold office and fail to protect us. I will hate them until my final breath.
Yes, yes, that was it. The only film of the first plane hitting, as I recall, and absolutely chilling. That was a great documentary.
I too am so very sad at the state of affairs of our country on this 9/11. The true meaning of our losses seems to be forgotten by too many.
And the rest of us are left with this bitter, hollow sadness inside. Not to mention those who lost someone they loved — I feel unworthy to imagine their pain 8 years later.
It’s like the state doesn’t want us to fully mourn and remember because it hurts them politically.
I was working the front desk for MC-2 (squared) in Chestnut Ridge, NY. (a trade show company). Getting in about 8AM and turning on WABC from NYC on my radio.... first plane hit and I was alarmed but really though it was a commuter and was just waiting... second plane hit and I knew it was terrorists - (who didn’t?) and I picked up the intercom and made the announcement the that World Trade Towers had been hit by planes....
I called my fiance - ‘D’, in New Jersey - he worked at Morgan Stanley in the WTC complex but was home that Tuesday.
The school my kids were in - Highland Falls CSD - came under immediate alarm as the kids from West Point Military Academy were there. Everyone from my company left but as I was the front desk I was told to stay until about 4PM to field calls. I remember driving home and looking up at the sky every 30 seconds. My 2 daughters were never so precious as when I got home. My ex-husband came around and dug out his guns from ‘the safe place’ and disappeared for 2 days.
I lost a brother-in-law from the 101st floor, several school friends, and 2 business associates. The funerals went on for months as bits were found and identified.
At this 4:20AM on September 11, 2009, I mourn for all the souls lost on that terrible day... and for the American Innocence lost 7 years and 4 hours ago.... changed everything, didn’t it? God help us.
I was on small island in the central Pacific getting up for work.
When I got to the plant people asked me if we were at war.
I said it sure looks like it on TV.
I wake up early, and was living in California. On FR, I saw a post reporting the first plane flying into the WTC. I checked the weather in NYC online, and said ‘no way that’s an accident’. I flipped on the TV and saw the second plane impact a few minutes later. I was ‘here’ on 9/11, so to speak.
I have family in NYC, so I spent much of the morning trying to get ahold of them. I finally went in to work, but didn’t get much done.
In Australia, this all started happening late in the evening of September 11 our time. I teach in a boarding school and back then I was on a roster of teachers who did long duty - one night every couple of weeks was spent in the boarding house helping manage the boys. We’d got them all off to bed and I was finishing up some marking I had to do, when one of the senior boys appeared at my door and said something big was happening in America, and he thought we needed to know. I don’t know how he knew - I deliberately didn’t ask because he should have been in bed asleep, not watching TV or listening to a radio, or online. I just asked him what was going on - and he said he thought America had been attacked. My instant thoughts were of a nuclear attack and I was trying to figure out where it could come from. I turned on the TV, saw the scenes from New York - from memory, three of our TV channels were running the CNN feed, two were running a BBC feed. I told him he could look around and if other boys were awake, he could tell them to come and watch. I was torn on that decision. These were kids in my care, but after a moment of thinking, all I could think was: This is an attack on the US mainland. That means war, and ANZUS means Australia is at war as well. And if there’s a war, these 17 year old children I’m teaching... well, they could find themselves fighting it. They deserved to be treated as adults who could see how it started. So we had boys coming in to watch. And other staff. And as we watched, being retired Navy, I was fielding a lot of questions from the boys - who did this? Will there be a war? Will Australia be involved? And also thinking “Why didn’t we get Saddam in 1991?” Being a veteran of that war, that was my first thought, as to possible instigators. And also wondering what would happen to me - I hadn’t been out of the Navy that long at that stage, would I be recalled to duty? I was willing to do my duty as always, but with kids of my own, and in the process of building a new career, I confess I was thinking “What does this mean to me?”
The school chapel was opened up so boys could go and pray if they wanted to, and some did, but most of us sat there watching TV, watching the buildings fall - I had to send some boys off at that because they did get too distressed.
When school started the following day, we tried to keep things as normal as possible for the boys, but all my senior classes turned into boys asking me what I thought and me trying to get them to formulate their own ideas. We saw our Prime Minister, John Howard, on television sitting in the gallery of the US Congress - he was in the US to celebrate the 50th anniversary of ANZUS, he’d been at the Naval Yard and the Pentagon on the the 10th September for the ceremonies. We heard that he’d invoked the treaty which meant we were at war. I saw my Headmaster to remind him that I was subject to recall if the Navy needed me, and I didn’t know if they would, but if they did, and he told me that if called, I should drop everything and go, and there’d be a job for me when I came back - which was a relief, though it turned out not to be needed.
I’ve tried to keep a count. Seven of my boys have gone into uniform since that day that I know of. Four I know have deployed on active service. So far all are OK. I pray that that remains the same. But I know that if its needed, they’ll sacrifice whatever is needed.
I held back the tears all the way through the thread...until I got to your post. Trying NOT to relive the intial shock and chaos that happened that morning.
We were on duty. We could not stop to even think. We went on autopilot. The noise in the background, static, hums, clicks, all the things you get used to and overlook, was deafening.
I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears. My jaws were locked. The looks on the faces around me were ranging from shock, to anger, to incredible sadness, but we did what we had to do. I don’t know how. I still don’t know how.
I was just barely awake when the first plane hit— I had a job interview scheduled for that morning at an electronics store so caught most of the news en route on the radio, then watched TV coverage at the store. The interview didn’t happen that day, of course. Very early on I remember thinking that we were at war now, though it wasn’t immediately clear who the enemy was. As information started coming in, I remember a lot of my online friends getting extremely upset and threatening violence against any Arab that came their way, and I remember the videos of Arabs dancing in the street at the news.
It was like I woke up in a parallel universe.
I was at work. I work as a Master Control operator at a TV station. When the first plane hit we were in our morning network “news” show. When the first plane hit it the network started sending messages that they were going to run over with their news show, after the second plane hit they said they were staying with the coverage UFN. We did not run another commercial break for five days.
After the second plane hit we noticed that the government was clearing satellite transponder space-all the shopping channels were kicked off their transponders, so were things like Discovery channel, etc., also all the syndicated program feeds (like Jeopardy Wheel of Fortune and the like) were canceled and those transponders were freed up. Locally the city was going into emergency mode, closing the schools and sending the kids home, calling up off duty first responders, etc. We started doing cutin’s over the network to inform folks of what was going on locally.
I still have the aircheck tape of that day from when the first plane hit and for the seven hours after that. It has come in handy seeing as it shows the event as it happened, and exactly when it started being politicized by the network anchors. It took them all of 90 minutes after the first building fell to do so.
I went to to the 8:15 Mass the morning of 9/11 to pray for my nephew. (One of the great things about the Catholic Church is that there are multiple "services" every day.) When I left Mass around 8:50, I turned on the car radio and couldn't believe my ears. It was a sudden jolt from the peaceful feeling that the Mass had given me. At that time, the radio was reporting that a small plane had hit the World Trade Center. Obviously, something was up. So, I went home and watched things unfold on TV the rest of the day.
I saw the towers collapse and heard the first reports of the attack on the Pentagon.
I recall that early speculation indicated that as many as 30,000+ lives were in jeopardy. Thankfully, the number was much lower, but still unacceptable.
9/11 on top of my nephew's unexpected death make that a time I will never forget.
I walked into the server room after being outside smoking. I saw a picture of the first tower on a display surrounded by several engineers.
I asked, “Is that the Onion?”
No one bothered to answer and it slowly dawned on me that it was real.
That was in the Naudet brothers documentary, 9/11. They got both of the planes on tape as each of them hit the towers.
I had just gotten of FR not 15 minutes before after checking the news. Went to start the car to go see my grandma in the hospital. Had a radio station on that was far enough away that reception wasn’t always good.
Heard thru the static that the WTC had been hit by a plane. I said to myself ‘terrorists’. By the time I got to the hospital the second plane had hit and the first tower had fell.
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