I just got done a shift 2 hrs prior to the attacks and got called back to work in case Philadelphia was to be hit next.I then spent Sept.12,13,14,and 15 digging at the Trade Centers looking for fellow firefighters.
Where Were You On Sept 11?
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Huh. I was halfway up a 55 story office building in a densely packed downtown... did I mention that the building has a giant "hey-hit-me-here" X 20 stories tall on the side?
Needless to say, my ex-AF EOD buddy grabbed me as soon as he walked in the building and we bolted out of downtown Dallas about 15 minutes before everyone else got the same idea. It was bad news.
And while we're pumping out thoughts here, how hard is it to find a guy who's 6'5" and has to be hooked up to a kidney diaylsis machine every other day? WHERE'S OSAMA? I might even be able to forgive all the other carp that's happened during this administration if they would just bring me OBL's head on a pike.
Needless to say, my ex-AF EOD buddy grabbed me as soon as he walked in the building and we bolted out of downtown Dallas about 15 minutes before everyone else got the same idea. It was bad news.
And while we're pumping out thoughts here, how hard is it to find a guy who's 6'5" and has to be hooked up to a kidney diaylsis machine every other day? WHERE'S OSAMA? I might even be able to forgive all the other carp that's happened during this administration if they would just bring me OBL's head on a pike.
I was here at the lab in Bethesda when my wife called to tell me about the first plane, and I logged on to see the video. Then we shut everything down and tried to find out what was happeneing. Once it sank in that it was a terrorist attack, I sent my student home, and hunkered down to wait for news. Then the rumors started flying about bombs going off outside the state department and various places downtown.
The worst part was wondering whether my wife would get home safe. She was at her department's command post a few blocks from the White House, trying to coordinate their response to the crisis. After she got home we just stared at the news with our eyes glazed and jaws open.
The worst part was wondering whether my wife would get home safe. She was at her department's command post a few blocks from the White House, trying to coordinate their response to the crisis. After she got home we just stared at the news with our eyes glazed and jaws open.
I was sitting in a college classroom when the first plane hit. Someone came to the door, pulled our prof out into the hall, and when she returned, she looked like she was in shock. Our classes were all in American sign language, and back then I wasn't anywhere close to fluent - when the professor described what happened, I was sure we were losing something in translation. She ended up drawing a picture on the blackboard for emphasis, and our jaws hit the ground. I remember the last thing the professor said, she signed 'everyone go home, be safe', and they evacuated the college.
Downtown Toronto was packed - many buildings had been closed, the employees sent home. Every single person I saw on the street had a cell phone in hand, myself included. There were police in every subway station, monitoring the huge crowds of people trying to get home.
By the time I arrived home, my husband and a friend of his were there, glued to the television. I will never forget how sad I was that day for everyone who died or lost a loved one.
Downtown Toronto was packed - many buildings had been closed, the employees sent home. Every single person I saw on the street had a cell phone in hand, myself included. There were police in every subway station, monitoring the huge crowds of people trying to get home.
By the time I arrived home, my husband and a friend of his were there, glued to the television. I will never forget how sad I was that day for everyone who died or lost a loved one.
I was just coming up out of the subway, about two blocks away from the WTC. The first plane had already hit and I brifely stood there among the crowds watching the flames, the smoke and the debris fly from the north tower. At that point many people were thinking that it was a horrible accident. I headed to my office and as I entered the front door I heard a huge expolsion - a second plane had just hit the south tower. If I had stayed where I was I would have witnessed the second plane hitting the WTC. My building - a prominent one in downtown NYC - was evacuated and I found myself back on the street, where it was sheer chaos. Some coworkers and I made a quick decision to head home. As we walked over the Brooklyn Bridge we heard a frightening sound - a plane engine off in the distance, but getting louder. Everyone was frightened and many began running. We couldn't see any planes through the thick smoke that covered lower Manhattan, but it sent chills down my spine. I now believe that it was probably a military jet that we heard. Anyway, a few moments later we heard a rumbling and we could feel the pavement below our feet shake as we watched the first tower collapse. After what seemed an eternity, we made it over the bridge. I got home about 1:00 and watched in stunned silence, as so many others did that day, as our world changed forever.
i was asleep, i live in hawaii, so basically it all happened when i was sleeping. i was a senior in high school when it happened and i had physics for my first period. all we did the whole period was watch the news, i was confused as to what to think about it, it didnt really shock me as much until i saw what happened on video
I was still in school at the time.. just starting Highschool actually.
It happened when I was at home (Pacific time here) getting ready to go to school, my mom told me "The US is being attacked" ... that was what the news was saying after the first plane hit. Then the second hit, and I watched both buildings collapse... I was in SO much shock I stopped breathing briefly while watching it..
Everyone at school was glued to the TVs in the hallways, and study areas.
First class we watched the news and saw all the people running and screaming and all the footage. It's definitely a day we will not forget.
It happened when I was at home (Pacific time here) getting ready to go to school, my mom told me "The US is being attacked" ... that was what the news was saying after the first plane hit. Then the second hit, and I watched both buildings collapse... I was in SO much shock I stopped breathing briefly while watching it..
Everyone at school was glued to the TVs in the hallways, and study areas.
First class we watched the news and saw all the people running and screaming and all the footage. It's definitely a day we will not forget.
I had just started my job as a stay-at-home-Mom, and was going to do some freelance landscape design work for my previous employer. When I called that fateful morning to find out when we could meet to discuss the project they asked me if I knew what was going on. Extremely confused 
I answered "no" and they told me of the first tower being hit. I turned the TV on just in time to see the second tower get hit. I soon called my husband, who works for a Mortgage Bank. He was quite upset, as his brother is a flight attendant for American Airlines, and my husband also had regular contacts that he knew worked in those buildings. It turned out okay for his brother, who was stranded on a tropical island until they could fly him out, :shark: (trust me, it wasn't fun for him) but my husband has grieved over the people he knows he'll never hear from again and so has his brother(he lost co-workers too). On a side note, I'm supposed to help with the guest reception at my church on sep 11th this year. I'm trying to think of a really nice way to commemorate all those sacrifices. If y'all have ideas I'd love to hear them.
I answered "no" and they told me of the first tower being hit. I turned the TV on just in time to see the second tower get hit. I soon called my husband, who works for a Mortgage Bank. He was quite upset, as his brother is a flight attendant for American Airlines, and my husband also had regular contacts that he knew worked in those buildings. It turned out okay for his brother, who was stranded on a tropical island until they could fly him out, :shark: (trust me, it wasn't fun for him) but my husband has grieved over the people he knows he'll never hear from again and so has his brother(he lost co-workers too). On a side note, I'm supposed to help with the guest reception at my church on sep 11th this year. I'm trying to think of a really nice way to commemorate all those sacrifices. If y'all have ideas I'd love to hear them.
I was getting in my truck at 9 something that morning and heard them praying about it on the Christian radio station I listen to. I was on my way to my parent's house (quarter mile up the road) to spend the morning with them. Dad was dying with cancer (he died on the 18th, a week later). That was a very, very difficult week for me. I am glad that my wife, my family, and my church were there. I absolutely, positively believe beyond the shadow of a doubt what St. Paul said in the letter to the Romans "For God works all things for the good for those who are His children"
