Just like when Kennedy was assassinated, you know exactly where you were when you heard the news or, worse yet, saw that 2nd plane hit on tv.
Another similarity: Dozens of books, with tens of thousands of pages of facts, have proven that the official story is a lie. And the majority of Americans have the courage to agree, despite the few calling the majority crazy.
1. Laugh at them. If that doesn't silence them, 2. Call them crazy. If that doesn't silence them, 3. Erase them from the controlled media.
i lived 90 miles away in port jervis. Its the only thing that comes to mind when i look at the skies of today.
Yeah, I experienced both. Heard that Kennedy was assassinated while in my German class in high school. Wow, talk about somber. When I got home I remember all the funeral music on TV. It made me cry. My mother woke me up on a Saturday morning while I was visiting her for the weekend. She said an airplane had struck one of the World Trade Center towers. I didn't believe her at first, then I watched as the second plane hit the second tower. It was unreal. This couldn't be happening.
I think that it is time that we forget. It's not good for your mental health to keep carrying 9/11 around like old baggage. Besides, if our government cared about 9/11, they would have actually done something about it by now.
I was in high school. I was sleeping. My dad always was up at like 4 or 5 in the morning. He'd drink coffee and watch the news for hours. He was watching when the news cut to it after the first plane hit. He saw the second plane hit live on TV. I remember my mom running in my room and screaming, "Terrorists flew planes into the towers!" Then a little later, "They got the Pentagon!" Then, "They think they are going for the White House!" I went to school that day, but all we did in every class was watch the news. They wheeled in the and hooked them up. We watched the news even in PE. No school work that day. No lessons. A very sad day.
I was at my parent's house and trying to sleep. It was my first day of Community College and couldn't fall asleep until late from nerves. My mom kept coming into my room to tell me what was happening and I kept telling her to go away and let me sleep. Still not understanding the significance, I drove up to Umpqua Community College and found a note on my classroom telling me it was canceled due to the events. That's when I started to understand that my mom wasn't overreacting. I was just too focused on my important next step in life to really see what was actually happening right in front of me.
Boss and I took the dump truck down there (was working small excavation projects at the time, waterlines, septic tank installs, etc.) The customer we were working on moved their tv to the front window, so we could watch as we continued to install the waterline to their house. When I drove home, every house out front had candles lit(45 min. commute). The next day we drove to the city to try to help. Maybe two days later?" but were turned away due to overwhelming people showing up with trucks to help. Ill never forget how people came together in NY. I wish people would to the same now.......Instead we seem to just be tearing people apart. Race didn't matter. Politics didn't matter, Gender or sexual preference didn't matter. People were helping people any way they can. I have video footage from Hoboken across the River.
I was sucking my thumb when my mother ran in from watching TV and got excited. "This happened AGAIN??!! WHEN will it ever stop?" Then she angrily changed my diapers and made me another bottle with sour milk. I will never forget that 9/11 day. I remember every time I drink buttermilk.
I was getting ready for a day at my community college. Watched the 2nd plane hit live. I had 2 or 3 friends working at the options exchange in Chicago that were slowly evacuated due to the thought of threats on our whole financial structures. They had many coworkers that were on the phone with someone in NY when the planes hit and the phones went dead mid conversation. There were areas around the Chicagoland area that dated back to the Manhattan project time that many worried would be a tactical target. So I remembwr being worried about where might be safe to go anywhere in our area.or friends in champaign that could be targeted? One of my cousins was a fireman, now chief, in a.south suburb. We all talked about hopping in his car and.going to help out and do what we could in NY. I think k there were quickly calls out that they didn't want more people showing up. It didn't take long for the ugliness. I think that evening I went to a bar with a few cousins as identities started to trickle in. I remember 2 mosques around the general area quickly getting vandalized, and on the drive home, seeing groups of people on corners with anti-arab signs and chants. It seemed like a 6 hour sadness, mourning period that quickly gave way to America finding its "enemy", and instead of a we're all together moment, it felt like a shift to a we're all against them moment. Never forget. Won't ever forget how easy it is to establish an enemy for American people to rally against, to find a way to so easily get people to hate. HATE. A hate that still carries on now, how many years later? I have friends who lost people in NYC. I'm not going to try to diminish the loss experienced that day. It was just the eye opening beginning to a 21 year old me of how the world can shift so abruptly. And how people you think you know can change so abruptly.
It was my daughter's 8th birthday. Very tough for her, for someone so young, to share that special day with such tragedy. She finally came up with this wisdom: "I learned that when bad things happen, good things can happen too, like me." Wisdom. So many people showed such bravery and good during those tough days.
I had just gotten back from buying my property in Lane County and we lived in Wilsonville...my son was sent home from school that day and we were in shock...hard to explain something like that to a third grader
Was living in Wilsonville at that time (under UCD’s roof). Was waiting to start my sophomore year at PSU (which was about two weeks later). Had my TV in my room as my alarm. No joke, it turned on, I was thinking it was some movie, and about a minute after it turned on and my fuzzy eyes could focus, I watched live footage of the second plane crashing into the tower. It was such a confusing moment. I was trying to piece this whole thing together within 4 minutes of waking up. Had to be to work by 10 (I was working at a small local family-owned Bento/Vietnamese join at the time). We were all in shock and everyone that came in that day was solemn (and tipped the tip jar like they’d never noticed it before).
