I teach a class in the morning, and I had just vaguely heard about it from the radio that woke me up. I don't think by the time I turned off the radio that they knew what was going on - only one plane had crashed, and no Pentagon yet (I'm in Mountain time - two hours earlier than Eastern).
I actually made a stupid off-hand comment about it at the beginning of class like "looks like there was another plane crash today." I still feel crappy about that, because I think some of the people in class knew what was really going on by that time, but I didn't, and I wasn't very serious about it when I mentioned it.
When I got back , people had a TV in the front office and were watching. The towers had collapsed while I was in class, and it just seemed like we were at war. I realized how wrong my first impression was.
I was on the phone at work with someone in our NY office. He saw the first plane hit out his window (he was uptown from it). Spent the next two hours trying to first get an internet connection to CNN or other site, calling my sister (who was not in NY, just had to make sure), and then standing by a co-worker's desk who had a reliable video stream. One thing I won't forget was how beautiful the weather was.
<strong>I actually made a stupid off-hand comment about it at the beginning of class like "looks like there was another plane crash today." I still feel crappy about that, because I think some of the people in class knew what was really going on by that time, but I didn't, and I wasn't very serious about it when I mentioned it.
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I too felt so bad after I found out exactly what was going on. After seeing people in the halls on cell phones trying to call they're loved ones, seeing my Global teacher cry for all the people, and just in general seeing everyone so down and serious just made me feel very bad about the tragedy and that I made a stupid comment. And I always thought that we in the US never had to worry about someone attacking us at home.
In my dorm room IM'ing everyone I knew to get up and turn on their TV's. I skipped classes with some of my friends to watch everything go down, figuratively and then literally.
BuonRotto, neither will I... forget the beautiful weather. Same with yesterday and the jet crash, beautiful weather also.
I was sleeping but woke up by the phones ringing, ran up on the roof and saw the second plane hit one tower. Not a very nice sight. Stood up there for the next hour and then went down to the area with my aunt, who's a photographer.
IIRC, I was in english class, and we were playing a vocabulary review game, and the bell didn't ring (9:40). Then after a few minutes, the principal came on and explained what had happened so far, and dismissed us to our next block (Español). In Español, we watched the TV during almost the whole class trying to figure out what was going on. What made it really hard was the fact that the sound was really bad for some reason. After lunch in History, we watched it and discussed it some (interestingally, my teacher is from NY, and has friencs that worked at the WTC. In science, we worked and turned on the TV at the end of class to get the latest news. We had the next day of school off ( live in northern VA).
I was about to walk out the door to take my sis to school when my dad showed me on the t.v. By the time I got back the second plane had hit. I watched/recorded t.v. all that day.
I broke my toe late the night before, so I drove home to have my dad look at it. I slept the night at home. My mom wakes me up and says, "The World Trade Center collapsed!"
Then she mentions the hijacks, and my dad adds the bit about the Pentagon, except he exaggerated and said one *whole* side of the Pentagon was destroyed.
The first thing that popped into my mind was an image of the Pentagon with one side as rubble and a plume of smoke...a 3/4 aerial view a la the destruction/aftermath footage in Armageddon.
I throw on some clothes and go out to the living room to watch the TV and see footage of the tower's still standing, which confused me. I thought my mom was mistaken. They finally show the collapse after 10 minutes and all I say of any consequence is "We're going to war."
I was in class. It was the middle of the afternoon here in Switzerland.
As I am in a computing school I was logged on AIM and a friend who was watching TV told me what happened. It was only about 4 or 5 minutes after the first plane crashed. Then I spent most of the time trying to gather some news on different websites, and keeping my classmates up to date. At the end of the class we went on a pub to watch TV (US websites were sooo slow). The towers were still up. Then I drove back to my home and saw the second tower collapsing. I was shocked. I spent the entire evening watching TV, surfing news websites on my PowerBook.
...sitting in front of my television, trying to pick my jaw off the floor. I didn't see either plane hit live, but I saw both towers collapse live. Worst thing I've ever seen (and hopefully the worst I will *ever* see).
I have a color copy of the Time Magazine cover pinned on my Boone Board...still doesn't seem real to me in some ways.
Woke up around 8:15 EST and went online. Clicked over to my personal Excite start page and the top story was reporting that a commercial plane had struck the WTC...of course at first I didn't believe it. I went to CNN and they were reporting that the Pentagon was struck too...
I turned on the TV to MSNBC and there it was smoldering and in flames. The second plane had just struck. The announcer was in shock and disbelief. Myself included.
The first person I contacted was my Mom. I knew she would always be up around this time and she was watching the telecast in disbelief. We talked on the phone while the fires continued. Then, the first tower collapsed...a reporter live at the towers was screaming as the tower collapsed only blocks away. It reminded me of the footage of the Hindenburg...but this was happening now. I was shaking all over saying "Oh God...oh god..."
I am in a major city (Philly) and after being glued to the set for five straight hours I decided to see how the city here was like. All around I could hear police sirens and frantic people walking by with their cell phones glued to their ears. You could see the tension, nervousness and apprehension on people's faces. If someone fired a gun everybody would have freaked.
Later that day I went and gave blood at Jefferson Hospital. Must have been 200 people waiting in line. I felt a little better after that...less helpless. The one thing I will never forget in the days that followed was that in the sky...there were no aircraft...and if there were...everyone looked up nervously...
I had just stepped out of the shower, put my robe on and was puttering around the house like I do in the morning. I went to MacNN to check the Lounge forum to kill a few minutes and the first thread I saw was "WTC Attacked!!!" or something like that.
I went "huh?". Then below it I saw another thread that had a nother titel along those lines. I didn't click on them to read the content, but rather I jumped up from the desk, went to my TV and flipped it on to CNN and saw the smoke. I knew it was serious when EVERY channel local, national, etc. were covering it.
At this point, I didn't know about the planes, although that was coming in. I just sat there and was going "this isn't happening...TOO Hollywoodish!"
I'm on the West Coast, so it was about 7:00 my time. I'm not sure if both towers were still standing. I never saw the live image of the second plane attack (I'm glad) and on my way to work, the news guy busted in and said "The second tower is falling...the second tower is falling! Oh my God!"
I work at Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton in northern San Diego and the line to get on to base that morning was totally backed up about a mile or so (usually, it's a straight shot). Instead of the two or three MPs standing guard and checking for IDs, there were about 16 MPs in helmets, flak jackets, German Shepherds and toting M-16s. They were pulling TONS of people over (including me) and checking trunks, backseats, asking where we worked and so forth.
I ended up getting to work almost an hour late. When I got here, they were making the employees move their cars to the center of the parking lot and they were putting up barricades around our office buildings. Then I went inside and the TV in the conference room was on and the entire Marketing Deptartment and Headquarters personnel from the other side of the building pretty much hovered around there all day, or congregated in cubicles in small groups talking about it.
I distinctly remember no one doing any actual work that day. A couple of times I teared up listen to reports on the radio in my cubicle. Then on the way home, I pulled off to the side of the road and cried for about 3 or 4 minutes, just getting it al out.
I went home and watched the news on all channels until about 3:30am.
I'll never forget that day, as I'm sure most of you won't either.
At 8:20 the morning of 9/11 I was voting in the NYC Mayor Primaries and running about 15 minutes late.
The bus I take from Staten Island to Manhattan was approaching the Verrazano Bridge and thought it was going to be another beautiful day. There is a flagpole right before the Verrazano and the stars and stripes were blowing strong. Radiohead Amnesiac was in my CD player. Song 2 had just started.
A man a few seats up said "oh my god" and pointed across the harbor at the WTC. Turning to look, I saw that one of the buildings was smoking - heavily. A lady listening to the radio on her headphones said that a plane had crashed but they didn't know if it was an accident or not. My first thought was that it was intentional. The sky was too clear and even though the WTC is big, it isn't so big that it can't be avoided in all that sky.
Everyone started punching the keypads on their cellphones. Most were getting busy signals.
The bus drove on, getting closer to the city. About 10 minutes after we first saw the WTC building smoking I saw an silver airliner come streking really low right past us. I wondered out loud what the hell the pilot was doing so low and aiming so close to the WTC, didn't he see that it was on fire, what was he doing trying to get a better look or...BOOM! Suddenly the airliner had smashed right into the south building.
A woman immediately stood up and demanded to be let off the bus. The bus driver told everyone not to panic that he would try to radio in and find out what was happening. I was in shock pretty much. All I could think about were the poor people on those planes and in the building I'd just seen hit. It was the most horrible thing I'd ever seen in my life.
The bus driver couldn't get through to anyone. Traffic was going nowhere fast. People were yelling for him to turn the bus around; take us back to Staten Island - myself included. Hell had just broken loose and for all we knew more planes were headed for the city. And did they have some sort of nerve gas on them? Would they target the Verrazano bridge on our way back across it? The lady with the radio mentioned that Washington D.C. was on fire. I punched keys on my own cellphone to call my girlfriend at home. Circuits all in use.
The bus driver took the next brooklyn exit and turned us around. We made it back to Staten Island about 20 minutes later due to slow traffic.
I got off at my normal stop and ran all the way home. I don't know why. I just did. Tears had welled up in my eyes. Tears I didn't want to show while on the bus.
As I ran in the house I yelled for my girlfriend to "wake up! Terrorists are flying planes into the city!".
She got up, saw the news and became horrified.
We tried to call our relatives and let them know we were okay. Circuits all busy.
I jumped on my Mac and emailed a friend of mine who works for Sprint in K.C. Actually, I replied to an email he had already sent asking if I was ok. I told him I was fine but to please call my mom and let her know I was okay. He was glad to help. My mom was relieved. Apparently my little brother had even called her and thought she knew something but wouldn't tell him.
I went back to the TV and saw the building crumble, live, along with most everyone else.
I rubbed my eyes but it was real. Too real. I stood right there in my living room, crying.
It was shortly after lunch and I was sitting in the offices of the Galloway Gazette in Newton Stewart, Scotland, talking to a Yorkshire press photographer with an attitude problem about when he was going to go the nearby wildlife park and take a photograph of the recently arrived Tasmanian maned wolf for our next edition. "Have you hear the news?'", he said. "Terrorists have attacked America!"
After I got up I and got ready I went to school. Everything normal so far. I go to my 1st class which was Physics, I think everything was normal, maybe some people knew, I wasn't sure. The whole class the teacher was showing us how do a physics question. If it was more of a working period I'm sure I would've found out.
Anyway, right after that it was my homeroom "class" (just 10 min.)
I get in, and I here some people talking about some airplanes crashing, and I ask them what are they talking about.
That's when I hear that two airplanes crashed into the WTC and the Pentagon and that thousands were dead.
I was in total shock.
My next class was Chemistry. I think we were (supposed) to do work in that class, but I know I sure didn't. I just couldn't stop thinking about what happend.
After that class I had a spair, actually a double block spair, that means the class before lunch and after (3 hours total.)
I went home and watched the news. Then I came back last period for Math class. Didn't get much work done, if any.
I went home and watched news for the rest of the day.
I remember thinking that day, oh my god, we're at war. That's when I thought it was the beginning of the end.
I will never forget that day and how my life changed after that.
I was walking to work in the morning when the first plane hit. I got into my office, sat down at my computer and tried to load CNN as I always do, but nothing came up. Tried MSNBC, AOL News, Fox, nada. Eventually I gave up and decided to see what was going on around the office.
I walked down the hall and noticed a big crowd in one of the conference rooms, so I peaked my head in and saw everyone was watching the TV. The news was pure chaos for that first hours... false reports of bombs going off at all different memorials, office buildings, etc. I ended up going home and watching the news and calling loved ones until I fell asleep.
I'm not sure that I've ever let the pain and hurt sink in. I'm still too damn angry for that.
I was at work already, and had not heard about it on the car radio because it hadn't happened yet. But one of my coworkers arrived just after it happened, and he had heard about it while driving to work. I turned on my radio to a Fox news feed, and listened all day. When someone else heard that the first tower had collapsed, I didn't believe it. Then I really started paying attention to the radio. An office down the hall had a TV on, and I stopped to see the pictures they were showing of the impact of each plane. It was a very surreal day, to say the least.
I was still asleep when the news came on my clock radio that one of the towers had been hit. I remember thinking to myself -- mostly in a sleepy trance -- "Man, that place is just a glutton for punishment," and I went back to sleep. Several minutes later and still in a trance, I heard another report that the second tower had been hit. At this point, I think to myself, "That can't be a coincidence." I was then mostly conscious, and they also said the Pentagon had been hit as well. Right then, the reporter uttered a sentence I'll never forget for the rest of my life:
"It appears that America is under attack."
It was then that I ran into my living room, turned on our TV, and through the heavy static of our poor reception, watched as the towers collapsed and thousands of people ran through the streets. I then thought to myself, "No, this doesn't happen in our country. This happens in places like Palestine, or Isreal, or someplace other than the USA!"
It shook me to the core to see my fellow Americans running to save their lives from falling debris, fire, etc. Not in America. This isn't supposed to happen in MY country.
After talking to my dad on the phone, getting ready for the day, and filling up my car (just in case), I then headed to campus. I will never forget that scene either. Everyone I saw seemed like empty shells, devoid of any resemblance of joy, happiness, or positive spirit.
The next day was the hardest, though. I literally felt like one of my closest friends died. His name was Peace of Mind. No longer could I blindly trust that everything would be okay, and that scared the hell out of me.
I'm a religious person, and to make a long story short, God showed me his peace when I could find none on my own. I'll be okay because of that, but we'll never be the same ever again.
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I actually made a stupid off-hand comment about it at the beginning of class like "looks like there was another plane crash today." I still feel crappy about that, because I think some of the people in class knew what was really going on by that time, but I didn't, and I wasn't very serious about it when I mentioned it.
When I got back , people had a TV in the front office and were watching. The towers had collapsed while I was in class, and it just seemed like we were at war. I realized how wrong my first impression was.
<strong>I actually made a stupid off-hand comment about it at the beginning of class like "looks like there was another plane crash today." I still feel crappy about that, because I think some of the people in class knew what was really going on by that time, but I didn't, and I wasn't very serious about it when I mentioned it.
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I too felt so bad after I found out exactly what was going on. After seeing people in the halls on cell phones trying to call they're loved ones, seeing my Global teacher cry for all the people, and just in general seeing everyone so down and serious just made me feel very bad about the tragedy and that I made a stupid comment. And I always thought that we in the US never had to worry about someone attacking us at home.
I was sleeping but woke up by the phones ringing, ran up on the roof and saw the second plane hit one tower. Not a very nice sight. Stood up there for the next hour and then went down to the area with my aunt, who's a photographer.
Then she mentions the hijacks, and my dad adds the bit about the Pentagon, except he exaggerated and said one *whole* side of the Pentagon was destroyed.
The first thing that popped into my mind was an image of the Pentagon with one side as rubble and a plume of smoke...a 3/4 aerial view a la the destruction/aftermath footage in Armageddon.
I throw on some clothes and go out to the living room to watch the TV and see footage of the tower's still standing, which confused me. I thought my mom was mistaken. They finally show the collapse after 10 minutes and all I say of any consequence is "We're going to war."
As I am in a computing school I was logged on AIM and a friend who was watching TV told me what happened. It was only about 4 or 5 minutes after the first plane crashed. Then I spent most of the time trying to gather some news on different websites, and keeping my classmates up to date. At the end of the class we went on a pub to watch TV (US websites were sooo slow). The towers were still up. Then I drove back to my home and saw the second tower collapsing. I was shocked. I spent the entire evening watching TV, surfing news websites on my PowerBook.
I have a color copy of the Time Magazine cover pinned on my Boone Board...still doesn't seem real to me in some ways.
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I turned on the TV to MSNBC and there it was smoldering and in flames. The second plane had just struck. The announcer was in shock and disbelief. Myself included.
The first person I contacted was my Mom. I knew she would always be up around this time and she was watching the telecast in disbelief. We talked on the phone while the fires continued. Then, the first tower collapsed...a reporter live at the towers was screaming as the tower collapsed only blocks away. It reminded me of the footage of the Hindenburg...but this was happening now. I was shaking all over saying "Oh God...oh god..."
I am in a major city (Philly) and after being glued to the set for five straight hours I decided to see how the city here was like. All around I could hear police sirens and frantic people walking by with their cell phones glued to their ears. You could see the tension, nervousness and apprehension on people's faces. If someone fired a gun everybody would have freaked.
Later that day I went and gave blood at Jefferson Hospital. Must have been 200 people waiting in line. I felt a little better after that...less helpless. The one thing I will never forget in the days that followed was that in the sky...there were no aircraft...and if there were...everyone looked up nervously...
I went "huh?". Then below it I saw another thread that had a nother titel along those lines. I didn't click on them to read the content, but rather I jumped up from the desk, went to my TV and flipped it on to CNN and saw the smoke. I knew it was serious when EVERY channel local, national, etc. were covering it.
At this point, I didn't know about the planes, although that was coming in. I just sat there and was going "this isn't happening...TOO Hollywoodish!"
I'm on the West Coast, so it was about 7:00 my time. I'm not sure if both towers were still standing. I never saw the live image of the second plane attack (I'm glad) and on my way to work, the news guy busted in and said "The second tower is falling...the second tower is falling! Oh my God!"
I work at Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton in northern San Diego and the line to get on to base that morning was totally backed up about a mile or so (usually, it's a straight shot). Instead of the two or three MPs standing guard and checking for IDs, there were about 16 MPs in helmets, flak jackets, German Shepherds and toting M-16s. They were pulling TONS of people over (including me) and checking trunks, backseats, asking where we worked and so forth.
I ended up getting to work almost an hour late. When I got here, they were making the employees move their cars to the center of the parking lot and they were putting up barricades around our office buildings. Then I went inside and the TV in the conference room was on and the entire Marketing Deptartment and Headquarters personnel from the other side of the building pretty much hovered around there all day, or congregated in cubicles in small groups talking about it.
I distinctly remember no one doing any actual work that day. A couple of times I teared up listen to reports on the radio in my cubicle. Then on the way home, I pulled off to the side of the road and cried for about 3 or 4 minutes, just getting it al out.
I went home and watched the news on all channels until about 3:30am.
I'll never forget that day, as I'm sure most of you won't either.
there is a whole section of the website devoted to it :
<a href="http://www.itelevise.com/"; target="_blank">http://www.itelevise.com/</a>;
click on WTC coverage. there is some video and some photos.
The bus I take from Staten Island to Manhattan was approaching the Verrazano Bridge and thought it was going to be another beautiful day. There is a flagpole right before the Verrazano and the stars and stripes were blowing strong. Radiohead Amnesiac was in my CD player. Song 2 had just started.
A man a few seats up said "oh my god" and pointed across the harbor at the WTC. Turning to look, I saw that one of the buildings was smoking - heavily. A lady listening to the radio on her headphones said that a plane had crashed but they didn't know if it was an accident or not. My first thought was that it was intentional. The sky was too clear and even though the WTC is big, it isn't so big that it can't be avoided in all that sky.
Everyone started punching the keypads on their cellphones. Most were getting busy signals.
The bus drove on, getting closer to the city. About 10 minutes after we first saw the WTC building smoking I saw an silver airliner come streking really low right past us. I wondered out loud what the hell the pilot was doing so low and aiming so close to the WTC, didn't he see that it was on fire, what was he doing trying to get a better look or...BOOM! Suddenly the airliner had smashed right into the south building.
A woman immediately stood up and demanded to be let off the bus. The bus driver told everyone not to panic that he would try to radio in and find out what was happening. I was in shock pretty much. All I could think about were the poor people on those planes and in the building I'd just seen hit. It was the most horrible thing I'd ever seen in my life.
The bus driver couldn't get through to anyone. Traffic was going nowhere fast. People were yelling for him to turn the bus around; take us back to Staten Island - myself included. Hell had just broken loose and for all we knew more planes were headed for the city. And did they have some sort of nerve gas on them? Would they target the Verrazano bridge on our way back across it? The lady with the radio mentioned that Washington D.C. was on fire. I punched keys on my own cellphone to call my girlfriend at home. Circuits all in use.
The bus driver took the next brooklyn exit and turned us around. We made it back to Staten Island about 20 minutes later due to slow traffic.
I got off at my normal stop and ran all the way home. I don't know why. I just did. Tears had welled up in my eyes. Tears I didn't want to show while on the bus.
As I ran in the house I yelled for my girlfriend to "wake up! Terrorists are flying planes into the city!".
She got up, saw the news and became horrified.
We tried to call our relatives and let them know we were okay. Circuits all busy.
I jumped on my Mac and emailed a friend of mine who works for Sprint in K.C. Actually, I replied to an email he had already sent asking if I was ok. I told him I was fine but to please call my mom and let her know I was okay. He was glad to help. My mom was relieved. Apparently my little brother had even called her and thought she knew something but wouldn't tell him.
I went back to the TV and saw the building crumble, live, along with most everyone else.
I rubbed my eyes but it was real. Too real. I stood right there in my living room, crying.
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Anyway, right after that it was my homeroom "class" (just 10 min.)
I get in, and I here some people talking about some airplanes crashing, and I ask them what are they talking about.
That's when I hear that two airplanes crashed into the WTC and the Pentagon and that thousands were dead.
I was in total shock.
My next class was Chemistry. I think we were (supposed) to do work in that class, but I know I sure didn't. I just couldn't stop thinking about what happend.
After that class I had a spair, actually a double block spair, that means the class before lunch and after (3 hours total.)
I went home and watched the news. Then I came back last period for Math class. Didn't get much work done, if any.
I went home and watched news for the rest of the day.
I remember thinking that day, oh my god, we're at war. That's when I thought it was the beginning of the end.
I will never forget that day and how my life changed after that.
I walked down the hall and noticed a big crowd in one of the conference rooms, so I peaked my head in and saw everyone was watching the TV. The news was pure chaos for that first hours... false reports of bombs going off at all different memorials, office buildings, etc. I ended up going home and watching the news and calling loved ones until I fell asleep.
I'm not sure that I've ever let the pain and hurt sink in. I'm still too damn angry for that.
"It appears that America is under attack."
It was then that I ran into my living room, turned on our TV, and through the heavy static of our poor reception, watched as the towers collapsed and thousands of people ran through the streets. I then thought to myself, "No, this doesn't happen in our country. This happens in places like Palestine, or Isreal, or someplace other than the USA!"
It shook me to the core to see my fellow Americans running to save their lives from falling debris, fire, etc. Not in America. This isn't supposed to happen in MY country.
After talking to my dad on the phone, getting ready for the day, and filling up my car (just in case), I then headed to campus. I will never forget that scene either. Everyone I saw seemed like empty shells, devoid of any resemblance of joy, happiness, or positive spirit.
The next day was the hardest, though. I literally felt like one of my closest friends died. His name was Peace of Mind. No longer could I blindly trust that everything would be okay, and that scared the hell out of me.
I'm a religious person, and to make a long story short, God showed me his peace when I could find none on my own. I'll be okay because of that, but we'll never be the same ever again.
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