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.
My wife and I had lost a baby girl on 9/09 and we had just returned home from the hospital the night before on September 8th.
The door bell awoke us that morning. It was the florists delivery person. He dropped off the flowers and asked me if I was following the plane that hit the World Trade Center. It had just happened and few people knew that it was a 737.
it was a very sad time around our house....for us and for our countrymen.
Wife left the bedroom TV on...
I awoke when the first bulletin hit CNN, at 8:49am, the first plane went in to the Trade Center at 8:46am. I remember the time, because I was off that day, and I thought to myself “What the hell??”
As I awoke, I realized this was a biggie, and I watched the coverage. My first thought was the WW2 B-17 crash, but it was a clear day. A terrorist attack never occurred to me.
When the 2nd plane hit the trade center I was shocked, but I immediately knew it was terrorism. I had read Tom Clancy’s book, and thought to myself, OH CRAP!!”, this is the exact worst case scenario that had been predicted at a Security Conference I attended in 1996. Everyone had thought that speaker to be borderline insane. No one would do that?
Within about 2 minutes, I was on the phone with the President of the Company I worked for, as he was reading me the message reports coming off of the type. When he said “here’s one of a ANOTHER hijacked plane!”, I told him to do an ALL-CALL, right now, to get EVERYBODY IN...
I figured somebody was going to do something like shut down the ACC system around New York, and it would be utter chaos in the airports, like a blizzard is. We had several birds in that area.
On the 15 minute drive in (normally 30 minutes, on a good day, I was literally flying), I left my car on the curb in front of the terminal.
When I got to the office, someone had Flight Explorer up on a computer screen, with the corkscrew path of flight 11 on it, and a few other flights that had come off the message system as possible hijacks. They were following thier paths.
I hit the office door at about 9:25/9:30 right as we got word that American was looking for immediate homes for all thier birds.
Needless to say, the next 30 straight hours were chaos, and it went downhill from there.
It’s a day I will never forget....
The nurse went, “Oh my God!” The lab tech dropped the vial he had just taken out of his little carrier onto the floor.
I laid there for the rest of the day as nurses, techs, house keeping came into my room and they always stayed for a while watching the goings on.
Alot of things had gone through my head after I came out of the coma. Would I walk again? Would I ever ride motorcycles again? Would I even be able to support myself? All of a sudden, all those things seemed petty and insignificant.
As the 1st tower came down, I remember the horrified screams of some coworkers. I recall seeing a large cloud of smoke heading down the street towards my building. I was too shocked to be scared as it was surreal (almost like an out of body experience) and I was wondering whether we would be suffocated by the smoke. After the 2nd building came down, the surroundings around our building was almost pitch black for a little while.
About an hour later, my mom who worked several blocks away came to my building. We then walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. Going outside, it looked like a nuclear winter as cars on major streets were abandoned and full of ash - even 10 blocks away. While I did not need their services, I was heartened and touched by the volunteers at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge on the Brooklyn side who offered assistance of drinks, sandwiches. medical aid,facilities to those in need. That offered be a sense of optimism.
I went home and watched TV for 2 days straight. The only similar feeling that I had was when JFK was assassinated(I was in 6th grade. As we were let out of school early I walked home in a fog and watched non stop coverage for 2 days. I did watch on live TV Oswald being shot.
Bringing it back to today, I am more shocked that we live in Orwellian times. The latest lunacy that I head on the O’Reilly show is the John Adams Project where a bunch of traitors (perhaps the kindest word I can use) are taking pictures of CIA personnel and releasing their photos to terrorists. I saw Fox News interview some witch whose rationale was to expose the CIA personnel who used “Torture”. Meanwhile KSM the mastermind behind 911 gave up some intel that prevented attacks and saved many lives. By the way these people would be mainstream among some of the Obama czars. I am a lot less hopeful these days.
I had just got home from dropping my son off at school. WBAP reported that a plane had hit the one of the Twin Towers. I turned on TV just in time to see the second plane hit. My brother was calling me at the same time. Then my best friend. Our phone went nuts. My husband works for Lockheed and they went into immediately lock down. I knew that it was the damned forever ROP and many a harsh word was spoken by my family (rare when we curse). When the tower fell, I went to my knees in solemn prayer to God and Jesus. I prayed for our country, our soldiers, our families, the victims and the rescuerers. I wrote everything down I felt about that day and I still keep it to remind me how I felt as things unfolded. My family said special prayers and gave thanks for our Blessings.
I will never forget and I can’t forgive. A pox on all those damned “9-11” truthers.
I had just gotten ready to go to my Hebrew class to take a test when I turned on the television. The first plane had already hit the tower. I watched in horror as they announced the second plane hit.
I immediately called my parents, furious at what I knew to be terrorism. We talked about it having to be Iraq or some other Mideast country. I had to go to class, and KMOX radio was reporting a car bomb going off at the State Department, and that the Washington Mall was on fire. They also announced that all planes were being grounded.
I was pretty much in shock the entire way to class, and the professor knew nothing about what was going on. One of my classmates had just gotten out of the service, and he said that he knew he would be called back.
The professor tried to ease his concerns by asking what he did there, because surely the military would have enough qualified people to replace him. His answer was that he was counter-terrorism, and that he spoke fluent Arabic, as well as some other languages in the region. We never saw him after that day.
9/11 reinforced what I already knew, that life is finite and precious - it can be gone in an instant. Love more, give more, and never hold back from telling people how much they mean to you.
At the doctor with my wife. Watching it live.
We will NEVER forget!
My dad and I went to a job site early that day to take delivery of some vinyl siding.
On the way back home we heard it on the truck radio that the 1st tower was hit by a plane with no other explanation. I remember thinking that “how the hell could a plane hit the tower on such a clear day?”
Then when we got home I turned on the TV just in time to see a plane hit the second tower. I turned to my dad and said, “This is deliberate, it’s a terrorist attack”.
We went back to the job site a bit later. While listening to the radio there, we heard word of the first tower falling.
I remember an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness at that point.
I remember a news interview with a Captain in a firehouse and I recognized this man as one that I had worked a part time job with 20 years before. He had just gotten into the NYCFD. He was a Captain on 9/11 and basically lost 14 men from his house in the collapse. Living 60 miles north of NYC the whole thing was surreal.
A bit later he came back over to the lab and informed me another plane had hit the other tower. I just looked up at him and said "That's no accident, we're under attack."
The hair still stands up on the back of my neck thinking about it.
I should add... that if we weren’t at the doctor, she would have been visiting one of her daycare centers (she was reg. director for the northeast) that day - located in the base of one of the towers.
Thank you for starting this thread. I will never forget that day.
I was still in bed (Texas time, being a little lazy that day) but the radio was on, and suddenly I heard the announcer say that a SECOND plane had hit the World Trade Center. I sat bolt upright, thought, “That’s no accident!” and ran into the living room to turn on the TV. I sat glued to the TV in my jammies all morning, watching that terrible day, not crying, but cursing under my breath whoever had done this. I knew right away it was war, though I didn’t know who it would be with. I also surprised myself by thinking that I was SO glad Bush was president rather than Al Gore, even though I did not vote for Bush (I voted Libertarian that election). I have changed a lot since that day — now a registered Republican instead of a Democrat, and much more aware of political realities. That day was my turning point as an adult.
I couldn't sleep that morning. So I finally got up and turned on the TV. The first image was Bush praying. My first thought was what was he praying about? Perhaps the nut cases in California that were killing their families and co-workers (we had just had several incidents of this).
Then I saw the tapes of the airliners going into the WTC. The news was then reporting smoke in DC. As soon as they announced that the Pentagon had been attacked, I speed dialed the base. My direct contact wasn't even scheduled to be in yet, so I left a message. My base contact called me back and stated that she would get back to me as soon as she knew what was going on.
I didn't even bother to wake my kids for school. I wanted to give them a few more minutes of innocence. I knew that my husband would be pulled to active duty before the sun when down. When my oldest got up he asked why it was so late and how come he wasn't going to class. I informed him that the U.S. had been attacked and that we were at war. I also informed him that life for us was going to be different for at least a time, that his Dad was going to be pulled to active duty and I was going to be busy with the family program.
I called my husband at his civilian job and informed him as to what was going on, he thought that I was exaggerating and that things couldn't be that bad ( no TV). I informed him that my belief was that he was going to be pulled to active duty.
A bit later the base called me to state that the whole unit was going active and that I had better prepare deployment packages and briefings for the family program. When I talked to my husband he informed me that he had been activated and that he would be home shortly. On his drive home he was able to listen to the radio and grasp the whole situation. He was on duty before the sun when down.
That night I couldn't sleep. I was glued to the TV and lurked on FR. I could hear the fighter jets from the base taking off to fly their missions. Later several pilots talked about it being very hard to think that they were expected to shoot civilian aircraft out of the air with innocent passengers on board.
I never turn on the TV in the morning but for some reason I had Fox News on and I saw the first tower burning.
The Fox morning crew were relating a small plane hit the tower but since I was doing work in explosives and structural dynamics I knew something much larger had hit.
I saw the second plane strike and realized at that moment we were under attack so I got on my motorcycle and started riding in to the Pentagon.
I was near the mixing bowl when the radio DJ said the Pentagon had been hit.
I looked to the horizon a bit and saw a pall of smoke so I turned around near Glebe Road and went to the private school where my wife taught and told them Osama Bin Laden had attacked us.
I hit the nail on the head.
I was in Guam, in a Navy helicopter squadron. Had just got home from flying, watched the coverage live on CNN International, around 8 or 9 pm local. Reports were still that it was a small plane, then we saw the second plane coming in, and my wife started to ask, ‘why are they still letting planes fly there?’ Then we saw the fireball.
I started packing, getting ready for the unscheduled deployment that had just become a sure thing. Went in to work the next morning, and there were 500+ volunteers. That whole squadron was ready to go to war.
Eight years later, some things never change. I’m sitting in Bagram right now, waiting on a plane ride home. Just finished a year over here, and everybody I know here would do it all again in a heartbeat, to prevent another attack.
God Bless you.
Had just gotten up. My son turned on the tv and yelled for me to watch. I didn’t know what I was seeing. Kept asking him “what is it, what is it” because what I was seeing didn’t make any sense. It was the first tower going down.
I was in the car with my mom on the way to school. I was in third grade. We walked in and there was a small TV on near the secretary’s office right near the entrance to the school. I saw a replay of the second plane flying into the South Tower. Later, I overheard that the two towers had collapsed. I asked my mom if it was an “accident”. She said that it wasn’t and I began to understand the concept of evil and satanism in the heart of man. I became very angry over the next few days. I will never forget that day. Of all the memories of the early years, that will stick out the most. I pray that I will never have to hear or see anything that horrific or even worse on American soil ever again. (Oh, how I wish, but doubt)
I recall walking out of my house to head to work that morning and thinking what a beautiful day (I am in Pittsburgh, PA). It was crystal clear blue skies and very comfortable outside. I hopped into my truck and drove to work at about 8 AM as usual.
I arrived at work around 8:45. I had Quinn and Rose on the radio. I shut off the radio, walked up to the back entrance, and headed to my office. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined what transpired in New York during that walk.
One thing seared in my memory is finally getting onto an internet site as the news traveled around work. In big, bold leters on marketwatch.com I read “America Under Attack”. I wish there was a word for terrified, angry, in a state of disbelief, and devastated. That’s about as best as I can explain how I felt upon seeing those words.
I also recall witnessing the horror of the one remaining tower collapsing live on a feed we had in our cafeteria. I shouted something, in tears, about killing the bastards that did this.
I hope this nation never forgets what unfolded that day. To make this a “day of service” or whatever feel good nonsense President Obama is promoting is obscene. It dishonors the memories of all that perished. His blatant attempt to erase the memories of the citizens of this great country is beyond reproach. Never would I thought we would have elected a president that would “hope” we would forget the events of that fateful day just to facilitate his rabid socialist agenda. Disgusting. Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it.
I was home from work that day...I don’t remember why and had just gotten up. We were living twenty miles south of Dallas, TX and I worked in downtown Dallas.
My daughter called me from her home outside of FT. Worth and told me to turn on the TV that something bad was happening in NY.
My middle son was there with me and we turned on the TV and couldn’t take our eyes off the terrible sights we were seeing. Some things I will never forget. Seeing the people jumping was one of the things that I couldn’t believe was really happening. It all seemed unreal and unbelievable. I ran and called a son in MO and another son in Richmond,VA to make sure they were all right and just to hear their voices.
We were frequently in the flight patterns for DFW airport and I remember thinking later that we hadn’t heard any planes in a while. It was eerie that we didn’t have planes flying low over the house for many days. One of the oddest pictures that came out during the following days was the one of the radar showing all the planes in the air and how one by one they disappeared from the screen.
I went out the next day and bought a flag to fly in front of the house. Later it became hard to even find them, the stores were sold out as soon as they came in. I remember thinking it was much like it was when I was a child during WWII. People were just different, more caring and thoughtful of one another. It’s a shame that didn’t last. I was very proud of our President and the way he handled himself in those dark days.
The attacks and the fact that they were allowed to happen certainly took away any sense of security , we were always aware in those days that another attack could happen at any time.
Does anybody remember a cameraman on a street very close to the towers filming the first tower burning when the nose of the second plane comes into view just before it hits? From the video it looked as though he was directly below the towers.
I don’t remember if he was with a local news station or not but that video ran through my head for weeks. It still does when “911” is mentioned.
I tried to find it on youtube but no luck yet.
I was helping my wife get ready for her interview, at our place on Fort Belvoir, VA when I turned on the news just in time to see the second plane hit the WTC.
I was supposed to visit a client at the Pentagon that day. I was to go in early to catch a cup of coffee with a friend from the neighborhood that morning. We learned that evening that he was among those killed.
My inlaws were visiting that week and the evening before, Sept. 10th, there had been a little tremor, a second-long little earthquake while we ate dinner outside. My mother-in-law said, “Well, that’s it, then!” There was always some kind of earthquake or happening that happened every single trip she ever made out west, and nothing big had happened on this trip yet.
That wasn’t it.
The next morning at 6:45, I was asleep with KFI on the radio. In my groggy sleep I heard the live feed of someone in NYC reporting the first plane hit. That person was yelling and screaming. I thought sleepily to myself, “They shouldn’t do this on the radio. Someone will believe them and think it’s true, like ‘War of the Worlds.’”
Then the second plane hit while the guy was still yelling and I woke up and went cold. “What if it IS real???” I turned on the TV and saw the image of the second plane hitting.
My first thought: THIS IS WAR.
My second thought: Where did the terrorists find big empty jetliners to use for these attacks? (I didn’t even comprehend that these were actual flights full of innocents.)
My third thought: Oh my gosh, it’s not 6 am in New York. It’s NINE. Those buildings are full of PEOPLE.
The perspective on that day was absolutely unearthly. At one moment there was a split screen on TV, one screen showing the devastation of the Twin Towers and the other one the Pentagon. There was a crawl under them talking about how a full plane had crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. On any other day a plane crash in a field would have BEEN the top story, but things were so bad it was relegated to a CRAWL headline. I actually slapped my own face because it seemed like an end of the world nightmare. I never thought I would live to see any day like that.
That was the most hellish day I have ever experienced in my life. I have never felt less safe down to my bones. I clutched my 4-year-old to myself, sat in bed for hours just watching. I told him he would remember this day forever, and he does.
I changed my mind that day about my children, my precious sons, going to war. Before that, I was kind of chicken and would have preferred my children escape war duty any way they could, to protect them. I had been to Anzio and I cried because all those mommies lost their sons.
After 9/11 I realized there were things worth not only fighting personally for but also worth losing your children for. Do not get me wrong. I think losing one’s children is the worst hell we have on this earth and I do not want to sacrifice mine. However I realized then why there is war, and why sons go to fight and why mine might one day, and how proud I would be. How right it is to sacrifice for freedom.
I was sound asleep at approx 4:15 AM in Hawaii , when the phone rang....It was my brother telling me to “Turn on your TV now!”
I saw the 2nd plane hit *Live”
I have never been the same since .
I stopped voting Democrat
I got back , right with Jesus
and I support our troops in the
Global War on Radical Islamic Terrorist
I got up to get ready for work and turned on the radio. Here in L.A. there’s a station called the WAVE and they rarely break away from the music or mindless chatter for anything else.
On 9/11 all I heard was Dave Koz, talking about some horror in NYC. Figured I’d better turn on the TV and I did so just in time to see the second plane hit. WHOA!
Watched in shock for a couple of minutes and called work to see if there was a “don’t come in” emergency message for all employees. Nope — nothing, so I got dressed and drove in. Streets were eerily empty but most everyone was at work. All day we stared at our computer screens for more news and listened to radios.
At lunch I went outside and noticed how quiet it was — absolutely no planes anywhere.....
Went to local hotel lobby to watch their TV and stayed awhile as others came and went, doing the same thing.
Back to work and more computer news but no one did any work that day at all. We may as well not have been there.
Talked to a good friend that night and we discussed whether we were scared or not. I remember saying I was not scared, I as MAD — by then we knew about the terrorists, of course. The following few days were a total blur — and naturally no one has forgotten that date since. I can still see those people jumping from the towers to their deaths.....................
Thank you. That image will be my desktop background for the next 24.
That might be the French filmmaker who was doing a documentary that morning in NYC, who then put together a striking film from live images of that day. I believe he just raised his camera up and captured that plane roaring above so close, too close.
Sorry but I don’t remember either his name or the name of that movie.
I was at home wondering what day George W. Bush would get off his butt and manufacture a crisis that he and imperialistic America could exploit with the ultimate goal of invading Iraq and deposing innocent dictator Saddam Hussein. /s
My son was watching tv and eating breakfast, I was in the bathroom getting ready for work. I heard my son crying and he ran to the bathroom. He said that “this movie is too scary” but that it was on all the channels. It took me a minute to process what I was seeing. That it wasn’t a scene from a movie. I eventually went from horrified to angry, and I’m still angry.
I think that it has made me more aware of what is going on around me. I got on a plame to go to orlando 3 years ago, and the whole time i’m on the flight, I’m thinking “Ok, is there anyone suspicious on this plane”.
On a slightly different topic, in september, 2005, my fiancee’s half-brother, Elias Mohammed Yusef got on a plane and he had 2 locking knives with 6 inch blades in his carry-on. He went through security with no problem. I believe that alot of people have totally forgotten and it’s when you let your guard down tht something happens.
Kinda a bad joke, but I dated this guy back in 2000, and whenever he saw anyone wearing muslim garb, he would say “Look, it’s a terrorist. If you hear the words infidel or allah, run for cover.” I never took him seriously.
I responded to our headquarters station where I learned that there might be aircraft en-route to local targets (pipeline etc.)
I remember watching the towers fall on TV in the fire station day room with my station crew, knowing that many of our brother firefighters were losing their lives.
Lots of tears and anguish at work that day.
Helpless frustration as events unfolded too far away to help.
God bless the 343 Firefighters that died that day.
And God DAMN the hijackers and all of their supporters.
Still typing with tears in my eyes.....
alan jackson- Where were you september 11th
Toby Keith - Courtesy Of The Red, White And Blue
What makes that day really eerie (in my part of the world) is that we used to live in a place where we would hear planes fly over all day. Silence for those days just didn't feel right.
We tried to get to Sandy Hook but they had it shut down so we went to the Twin Lighthouse Towers in the Highlands. We could see the smoke from NYC coming over the ocean. People were walking around in shock & on their cell phones. Many people were crying & praying. I was thinking about my neighbors who worked in NYC & praying for them. Later that night we got a call saying Joe's boss' son was safe but in the hospital.
“That might be the French filmmaker who was doing a documentary that morning in NYC, who then put together a striking film from live images of that day. I believe he just raised his camera up and captured that plane roaring above so close, too close.
Sorry but I dont remember either his name or the name of that movie.”
I believe it was called “9-11”. It aired on CBS sometime in 2002. The original premise of the documentary was being a firefighter in NYC. The scene you describe is surreal. The firefighters were called out to check on a reported natural gas leak. There was some commotion among the firefighters and narrator says something along the lines of “...and that was the last thing that remotely made sense that day.” You hear a somewhat loud roar, the camera pans up, and you see the first tower struck by the Jihadist filth. There is a bit of silence and someone starts shouting “Oh my God, Holy S***” over and over again.
I wish I could get a better copy of it. The only one I have is a terrible MPEG version.
I always get worked up around 9/11, but for some reason it is really getting to me this year. Please don’t read anything into that (i.e. I don’t think anything will happen) ... I just look at where we as a country what our leadership has become since that day and I am, frankly, sad. While our troops have done an outstanding job (God Bless YOU), the public just doesn’t get it.
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.