Where were you when you found out the WTC had been hit by a plane? Or did you hear about the Pentagon first? What were you doing, where were you?
It was my day off and when my brother woke me up to tell me I was half awake, half asleep and it really didn't click until I heard Howard Stern (which I listened to every day) totally freaking out: [video=youtube;KCbmD1pGGZw]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCbmD1pGGZw&feature=related[/video] .. .. [video=youtube;AUr2jICcLHs]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUr2jICcLHs&feature=related[/video] .. .. [video=youtube;JEf2wkzwCxk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEf2wkzwCxk&feature=related[/video]
Flying from BWI to Portland. Got forced down by F-15s in Wichita. Cell phone was "blowing up" when I got off the plane.
Our son was only 4 months old. My wife and I were woke up by a phone call from my mom. She has worked in the Wells Fargo Building downtown for 30 years. They were being evacuated and she was freaking out on the phone. I had no idea of what was going on and she told me to turn on the TV. The first tower had just fallen.
I had an uncle who was working in the Pentagon at the time. My whole family was freaking out about that. He was on the other side when the plane hit.
9/11 was my daughter's 8th birthday. Trying to explain how something like that could happen on/to a little girl's birthday was difficult. She turns 18 this year on September 11. Happy to report that she now says sharing a birthday with such an event made her a better person - more compassionate, more thoughtful, more aware of the world, less self-centered.
...I was on a fishing trip somewhere on the McKenzie River, my best friend woke everyone up just after the first plane and we proceeded to watch the rest of the war games unfold
I was up stairs sleeping at my parents house when they yelled up at me to turn on the TV. At that point only one plane had hit and they weren't sure if it was an accident. The whole thing was surreal. I remember thinking it was like watching a movie.
I was at a breakfast meeting in Union Square, about two miles from Ground Zero. What a shitty, shitty day that was.
Waiting to get into an auditorium for class, philosophy I think, had briefly seen the first tower smoking on television before leaving the house. Some girl at the entrance to the class was telling people it was Palestinians attacking America for their support of Israel. Don't know where she got that information.
Just watched a doc on 9/11. Sure puts a lot of shit in perspective. Hope you guys spend the day with loved ones and realize how lucky we are no matter what your situation is.
8th grade English class. I remember the teacher telling us that something bad had happened and they weren't sure what it was. She didn't want to tell us but we demanded to know because one of the girls got pulled out of class. I just remember the whole somber feeling the rest of the day. I think it was my earliest memory of feeling hatred run through my blood. Sincere hatred. I felt complete hatred towards a group of people that I didn't know. Then I remember being freaked out because I had family working right across the street from the pentagon, family who worked in NYC, and my father was in NYC a few blocks from the WTC doing some work.
Yawn. This day should made a holiday and called "Police State Day." After all, we have 4 Veterans Days but no Police Day. I'm reading articles from NYC that they are really, really tired of all the hoopla every Sept. 11 and hope this will be the last time for the 1-day blanket coverage of where were you, the annual fake alarm of a new terrorist threat after a year of none, etc. Here's one by Dick Cavett. Look at all the comments following that agree with him. http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/09/09/the-great-melvino-or-our-mr-brooks/
i'd just got home from a boozefest in town, i was a complete mess when i got home - but 15minutes later i was pretty much dead sober. i think it was like 2-3am my time , but i rang my mum and dad and everyone else i knew and said to turn on the tv as we could be looking at the start of ww3/heavy shit.
Dang, we're in a police state? I was living in Atlanta and was at work. Fortunately, someone had a TV. Like many others, watched the 2nd plane hit live. A sad, sad day, indeed.
This is a day to celebrate all the rights you lost in the Patriot Act, and a day to feel good about the financial destruction of a superpower. As bin Laden said, his side spent $500,000 on the raid and the US spent $500,000,000,000, which is a million times as much. I read that installing obstacles in front of every Federal building in the U.S. cost $60B.
^Regardless of how this country/government reacted to this event, it was an absolute tragedy. To bitch about your lost rights or to start off a post with "YAWN" is wacked. Wondering if you are married with children or have any family?
