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I was driving to work when the news first started to report a crashed airplane in one of the towers. Most assumed it was a Cesna or other similiar small aircraft.
I was in the showers at work when the 2nd one hit. My wife called. And so began one of my personal worst days in my life.
To be honest, I am a lot dissapointed by my fellow American's willingness to forget about the day and forget about the anger they had. Their willingness to forget the wrongs committed by others and being unwilling to take up arms in righteous anger.
I was in the showers at work when the 2nd one hit. My wife called. And so began one of my personal worst days in my life.
To be honest, I am a lot dissapointed by my fellow American's willingness to forget about the day and forget about the anger they had. Their willingness to forget the wrongs committed by others and being unwilling to take up arms in righteous anger.
I was at work about 30 miles outside of DC. My husband called me after the 1st plane hit and we were all glued to the radio and internet after that trying to find out what was happening. They kept our office open so that we would not add to all of the traffic congestion coming out of the city, but I don't think any work got done that day...
I was at work. I remember someone saying that a plane had hit one of the towers, like a lot of people I thought it must have been some small aircraft. I thought "that was pretty careless" and got on with my day, a bit later reports starting saying it was a passenger plane. After the second one hit it was clear that it was a deliberate attack. We were listening to the radio and looking on the internet to find out what happened. We read that 10,000 people worked in the towers, so when they fell I feared for all of them plus anyone in the surrounding area. I wasn't angry, more stunned and sad because I knew that a lot of innocent people had just died and that a lot more were going to die as a result. It was a day when the World seemed to change, for the worse.
I was in my dorm before classes and a friend upstairs called to tell me to turn on the news. It certainly was the strongest "this cannot be real" feeling I have ever experienced.
I was under a desk at my school, it went on lockdown and we went home early. I was always very sad about what happened, thinking that those people probably had nothing to do with terrorism, thinking that they didn't deserve to die. I was never angry though, it just never got me that angry.
I was at school and my mom came to sign me out soon after the planes hit the twin towers. We were glued to the TV and internet. The phone was ringing like crazy. My dad was in NYC (midtown) and was safe, but of course everyone was calling to make sure. We even had dozens of everseas calls. I got to go to the site that Saturday, just 4 days later, to help my friend "look" for her missing dad. I was there for support mostly. I knew down deep inside that we would never find him. It was quite the experience and one that I will never forget for the rest of my life.
[quote] dwinx: It certainly was the strongest "this cannot be real" feeling I have ever experienced. [/quote] I agree with dwinx. I was working from home that day, I sat in complete shock as I watched the events unfold 'live' on TV. To say it was the most awful and atrocious day in my memory would be an understatement. A strange thing though, days later a few people asked whether a poem I'd written, was about 9/11 however the poem was written a few years previous! So i decided to dedicate my poem to the tragedy and emailed a copy to Tony Blair and President Bush. Amazingly I received personal replies from both! If anyone would like a read, i'll post it on my blog :-) xx
I was in 8th grade, and everyone was confused. One of my teachers tried to explain to us that two passenger planes collided with each other, but she was a terrible teacher anyway. They turned on the televisions and all of the classes stopped completely. We got a note from our superintendent saying to turn the televisions off, but all we did that day was go from class to class watching the news.