Where were you on 9/11/01

I was in my sophomore year of high school . It was during my Biology class we got the horrible news .. Damn , I even remember exaclty what clothes I was wearing at the time .
 
I'd been in Japan for 2 weeks and was actually in the middle of watching Die Hard that I'd rented for 100yen. A friend called me and told me to watch the news. All the coverage was in Japanese and I had no idea what was going on. Then I saw the second plane hit.
 
9-11 is what made my son join the Marines. He was a sophmore in Highschool in Texas but his best friends dad had flown to NY that week and had taken the day off to go site seeing. He was supposed to go to the Trade Towers but the planes had already hit. When Sean heard this i guess it hit home. Hopefully he is taking care of buisness over there and i can only say that i am so proud of him and of every soldier/American over there.
Take care
Chris

Carpe Diem
 
I was in Guatemala serving a church mission. Pretty devastating to see your country get hit like that. Weird to be somewhere else and to see some people not care or think that it was funny.
 
I was in 7th grade...no one would tell us what happened until 7th period English class, about 5 hours after it occured(had only one more class left). All we knew is everyone kept getting picked up from school early. I still think they should have told us what happened earlier. Such a sad day :(
 
I was driving an ambulance in metro-New Jersey and ended up doing a very long shift. I spent much of the day evacuating non-critical hospital patients for the expected inflow from the Twin Towers. Of course, as it turned out, the expected massive inflows never happened. From many of the locations I was at I could see the plumes of smoke from the towers.
 
i was in highschool watching on various tvs in the classrooms, from the roof we could see a cloud over manhattan. i'm goin in there today, hopefully nothing happens today.
 
Just got the kids on the school bus. Watching CNN, folding clothes. Got the "privledge" of seeing both planes, then the Pentagon and the field, the one that was diverted. Depressed for weeks that I was too old to enlist, felt, and still feel privledged to have those who serve. THANK YOU!

Matt
 
I was answering the phone non-stop. I'm not an expert in Terrorism so why the hell did everyone I know call me? I was busily doing exactly what I was doing today from 9AM-10AM working on how to improve an America that Bush was about to ruin. Then I prayed for the poor soles the perished, just as I did today.
 
I was driving to work. I lived pretty far out on Long Island, but worked in near Queens. I was driving down the Sagtikos Parkway to hop onto Ocean Parkway on the barrier islands to avoid the horrendous traffic. Listening to the traffic report on 880 AM - the traffic copter was flying down the Hudson River. The reporter stops talking, then says "You're not going to believe this, but I just saw a plane crash into the World Trade Center". I was about 40 miles from the WTC, as the crow flies, but within 15 minutes the whole western horizon was smoke.

Got to work. My co-worker, who lived in downtown Manhattan hadn't gotten there yet. It took him a while, but he got to work. He had stopped on the Queens side of the Midtown tunnel after he heard about the first hit, as he watched, the second plane hit, and he rushed out to Long Island as soon as possible.

The main office, located in PA, called to ask if everyone was alright. When we said yes, they said good, and told us to get back to billable work (consulting engineers). Instead, we went down to the bar downstairs (there were tons of people in there), and watched the TV - listening to the constant stream of fire engines rushing down every major and minor highway heading westward.
 
I was getting ready to go to work in the morning when I heard about it on the radio. It seemed like all the trivial stuff I was worrying about that week did not matter. I ended up not working that day and I don't mind having a day off, but it was sad that I got one under those circumstances.
Now I am serving in Afghanistan and our unit is doing our part to ensure that future 9/11s don't happen. I was in the service prior to 9/11, but many people in our unit joined because of 9/11. I feel like I have come full circle by being here in Afghanistan. It's hard being away from my family and other loved ones, but I am proud to serve our country. I want to thank those who are serving/have served in the military, law enforcement, and fire/medical communities. I appreciate the support from everyone here on the forums and from Busse.

Dan
 
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I was asleep. The wife called and said that a plane had hit one of the Trade Towers. I turned on the Today Show, and watched... About 10 minutes in, there was a huge explosion. I though, "That's weird.... There was an explosion, and they didn't comment...." That explosion was the second plane hitting. Everybody was in shock...

343 Firefighters lost their lives running into those building. They knew it was coming down, and still they went. Never Forget.

9-11 UNfuc#!ng Forgivable

Take a minute and Thank a Soldier, a Marine, a Seaman or Airman. Say Thank You to the Local Coast Guard, Law Enforcement Officer or Firefighter. These are the people who serve you, protect you, and help you. Every one of them deserves our everlasting gratitude.
 
I was working in my 8th floor office looking down on the Pentagon from across 395. Like everyone else, we were glued to the TV, at first thinking the first tower was an accident, then as the second tower was hit realizing the horrific nature of the attack. I remember glancing out the window and commenting to our VP's secretary, "Well, at least they didn't hit the Pentagon" not knowing it was my last look at it unscarred. A moment later I felt the plane hit. We couldn't see the impact on the far side from us, couldn't imagine what damage had been done, how many lives had been lost, but I will never ever forget the tens of thousands of white sheets of paper floating, fluttering, high above the Pentagon for what seemed like hours against an enormous gray cloud; the long lines of the weary walking to safety or home, looking like refugees out of some old wartime newsreel; the unspoken fear - or was it rage - in people's faces; the glacial traffic and abandoned cars confirming that they'll never be able to evacuate this city; the suddenly silent, empty skies devoid of aircraft; worst of all, the horrible smell that permeated for days, a smell no one dared speak of, even today. And remember thinking that our generation finally had our own Pearl Harbor.
I still work in the same office; each workday as I drive to Exit 8C, I look out over Official Washington, its domes and spires, the monuments, and, closest of all, the great five walls of the Pentagon. The memorial dedication was this morning; the terrible great gash has been repaired. Yet that's not what I see each I time I look out the window; I too like many others do not need or want any movies, anniversary specials, or media retrospectives to remember.
Instead, I ask that each of us built a lasting memorial in our hearts, that the lives of the innocents lost and those who survived, that that day's horror and the heroes who responded, that those who now serve and swear "Never Again" may never be forgotten.

"Bloody Bill"
 
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I was in college, just got out of my first morning class. I was heading to the library to wait for my next class when a friend ran up to me and asked if I had heard what happened. We ran into the library (which has several tv's) and spent the next few hours watching like everyone else. Finally, word came down that the university was closing and we got kicked out. I'll never forget the hopeless feeling of sitting there watching. Never forget.
 
I was at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base attending a conferance. It took a long time to get off the base and it was a long drive home.
 
I was driving down I-35 on the way to work listening to the news on the radio when the first plane hit.

I was at work watching the news and on the phone with my dad (a Vietnam Veteran) when the second one hit. I said, "Daddy, I don't think this is over."
 
A student interrupted the class I was teaching and we immediately all filed into the TV room next door and watched in horror. It quickly turned into a prayer meeting...

Of course, I'll never forget that terrible day...

God Bless those who are still fighting this war.
 
Just got off night shift at 0800. Watched the second plane hit and the towers fall. I could not believe what I was seeing, felt very empty and numb. Loaded every AR mag I had and threw them in the gear bag. There was a flood of reports of all kinds of things happening and I figured we would be at war by the end of the day.

Watched the news reports for a while and tried to sleep, not knowing what kind of world I was going to wake to.

God Bless America and all those giving of themselves to keep it free.
 
I'm in the Air Force, fly in the back of an AWACS (radar control). I was supposed to fly a standard training mission that day, with a later show (9:40 to be extact). I hopped in my car to go to work, happened to turn on the radio and heard that something was going on. Ran back inside and turned on the news for a second, then raced to work. Spent the next several hours setting up our reply, building crews (organizing who flys with who), etc. Since I had been planning to fly that day anyway I took off at 3pm and flew over Denver. It was erie, just freaking weird. On a usual day I can see thousands of aircraft flying around. SCATNA (or whatever the acronym is) had already been declaired, so the skys were cleared. Just so "not right" watching the skys with only a few military and emergency flights. I was talking to some local fighters who were up, no one still had any real idea what was going on. They wanted to kill something. There was no doubt in my mind if I pointed them toward a target they'd take it out without any questions. Ended up landing around 5am or so the next day, nice 14 hour sortie, and got home around 6am.
Since then I've deployed 7 times, and planning to do so again this Decemeber. As much as it gets old, all I ever have to do is think about that day and it's a good feeling to be taking it to the bad guy.
 
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