Where were you? :::Sept 11th:::

I think alot of us just wanted to run home to our loved ones to make sure they were ok and just to let them know how much they meant to us. I think I called everyone I knew. I hated the sense of vulnerability and helplessness while watching the colapse. Then I think EVERYONE felt a burning hated for what had been done and wanted justice for those family members that lost their lives. Every person that I knew that used to be in the military wanted to sign back up or get recalled to go back into action and hunt down the murderers responsible. It still boils my blood, but it also makes me remember to kiss those I love goodbye each day before we leave to go about our buisness. Some of the victims never got the chance to do that...but the people with you now need to know how much you love & care for them today, not tommorrow. Tommorrow may be too late...

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12th grade English Class. Our principal came on over the PA system and told us. the whole school pretty much stopped classes after that.
 
I was in korea on post at skivy 9 at osan AB. jess finished working a 12 when 1 of the intel guys came out and told myself an 2 boots that were on post with me that a plane had hit the WTC. so are releaf came and as soon as we get to the armory our Lt Col comes to the squadron and tells us we can go to the dorms but dont drink or leave. Man waited till the boss got the word from PACAF Commander and got posted out for like 3 days with some ROKAF troops and no sleep......
 
I was supporting some 4ID soldiers in the middle of an electronic equipment fielding test at Fort Huachuca, AZ.

we had just driven out to the 'box' when one of the soldiers told us that a plane just collided with one of the towers...of course, we thought he was just screwing around...

then as we drove around and talked to all the other soldiers, everyone said the same thing.

when we finally drove back to base, we turned on the radio and sure enough, everything was true.

we were then let off of work around noon...soldiers and the whole base were locked down.

my coworkers and I were stuck in our hotel rooms for the next two days...we couldn't go on post because everything was locked down and we couldn't drive anywhere because the company wouldn't let us.
 
It was about 6:30am pacific time, so by that time the planes had already hit the WTC. I was at LAX about to board a flight to Florida. Then an announcement came on the PA system from an FAA spokesperson that due to security reasons, the airport was being evacuated. Glanced at the TV at the airport sports bar and saw what had happend. Too freaky.
 
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i was on the golf course. we ended up canceling the event. i couldn't get back to my office because they had sent 2000 employees home and shut the place down. so i went home and watched the days events on tv. it's one of those things in life that you'll always remember where you were when you heard the news. i'm old enough to remember when pres. Kennedy was shot and it's like it was just last month!
 
Was at college at Texas STate Technical College in Waco(this also happenes to be where Air Force One lands when Bush goes to Crawford, cuz TSTC has a flight prog, and is on an old AFB). Someone comes into the classroom and sez, "some terrorists hit the WTC with a plane". No way, i thought. Anyway school was cancelled, cuz of our proximity to the airstrip(right next to it). Went home and the 1st tower had already fallen. Watched in horror as 2nd one fell. Spent next 12 or so hrs in glued to TV in disbelief and seething with rage.:mad:
 
I was in bed with my daughter and her mom. My phone rang, and my older brother was like, "turn on the tv. Someone crashed into the World Trade Center, and bombed the Pentagon." I was like, "The Pentagon? Oh s***!!" I got up, whent downstairs and fired up my TV tuner card, and sat and watched for hours. I remember the feeling of uncertainty about what was gonna happen as I watched the towers fall, and saw the Pentagon dented in with a plane in pieces. I remember thinking about would we end up like Israel with a bomb going off in public almost daily.
 
that day was crazy. i was house sitting for my dad. i had some friends over the night before and we had been sitting in the spa drinking so i was passed out on the floor in the living room.. my phone was ringing off the hook. when i finally rolled my stil drunk ass over it was my girl screaming at me to turn on the news. i swear every channel including espn had the same footage..I called my dad to make sure they were ok and then took his pistol and headed off to work.. after all.. if someone can crash a plane into the ******* pentagon.. who knows what else could happen.. the wierdest thing about the whole morning is my work is right on a major street. i was able to walk out in the middle of the street and stand for 10 minutes in disbelief and no cars ever came.
 
I was playing with the stock market at the time and had a habit of watching CNBC each morning... walked around the apartment munching on cereal not really paying attention to the television until I glanced at the screen to see smoke coming out of one of the towers.
 
Getting ready for work with my morning routine of watching TV. Witnessing the second plane's WTC collision. And ending up sobbing on the floor. Prayin for the victims' families.
 
Still stuns me to hear about how many fire fighters went into the building only not to not come back out.
 
I was at work when the guy from the mailroom came up and said, "An airplane just hit one of the world trade center towers, they think it's terrorists." I brushed him off like, terrorists whatever. I tried pulling the news up on msnbc.com and it wasn't even functioning; the site was flooded.

Then we got the news that the second tower got hit and we went down to the 2nd floor conference room where they had a TV set up. I remember seeing an aerial shot of the burning towers and thinking that they could fix that, the towers are still standing, they can fix that and everyone will be ok. I had not realized the scope of the disaster at that point, then one tower fell, and then the other.

I remember just staring in disbelief that the towers were gone. They were gone. All those people, all those lives, gone. The rest of the day was spent at home watching the TV in a surreal state of awe. How could this be happening; I couldn't grasp it. I couldn't even cry, I was so dumbstruck. Now, today, on the two year anniversary, I can't stop feeling as if I'll break down at any given moment.
 
Working at the Nextel HQ in Reston Virginia, just pounding away at the keyboard when a co-worker came in and said the tower got hit.
So I switched to a online streaming news channel and sat watching the whole thing. People slowly start coming in now, hunting desperatly for a TV or online news show. We watched the towers fall, cell phones going off right and left.

Then I heard the Pentagon got hit...And I sunk. That morning my dad mentioning having a meeting, so that I could take his truck instead of my car. That normally means he is going to DC which he perfers to take the Minivan for. I quickly try calling his office, no answer. Called his co-workers and they thought he was up there for a meeting but weren't sure. (He designs and test weapon systems for the Marine Corp, along with Budget for the Marine Corp).

Shortly after that all hell broke loss in Reston. The plane that crashed in PA was supposely from Dulles which is just down the road. In fact their traffic patterns flys with in a few thosand feet over our buildings. Reston was quickly shut down, people started streaming out which of course meant nothing since it was to conjested out there.

Then came the rumors other buildings in the area were hit, that the Capital was bombed etc.
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I decided to stay and help charge up our Phones, since we found out our Network was still active and handling the traffic just fine. They were setting up a tower to be sent to ground zero, and the FBI/CIA etc wanted a butt load of phones. Did that for a few hours then headed home, and notice the errie noise.

Nothing.
No airplanes.
Its strange since you hear them all the time, there was nothing.
No traffic either.

Got home in less than a hour and finally got a call from my dad. That morning his meeting was moved to Detroit so they flew out there. He was on his way home in a rental car and would be leaving around 1400 that day. He got home to Virginia by 2200!!! Said there was no traffic, no cops and they rarely let their foot off the floor. Not like it matter if their were cops, he could just show their Military IDs and probably gotten let free.

After that day I took the next day off and just sat in front of the TV, and chatted on AIM to other people about the events.
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Then last year I got to go visit the Pentagon crash site and take a tour inside the wreckage. That really hit home hard there in the serverity of the events. Having the contractor explain what happen, where the bodies where, and my dad explaining how the explosionns reacted inside there. Very creppy.
 
I was in Oak Island NJ across the river from Manhattan, right along side Port Elizabeth. Even though I was probrably about 4 miles as the crow files, I will never forget the smell after the towers fell. Totally undescribable, I can't even imagine what it must have been like on the island.
 
I was getting ready to go take my mom to work and then head off to school.I was having breakfast and my mom told me to turn on the news and I saw one of the towers smoking and I thought to myself "this can't be real".So I take my mom to work and head off to school(7:30 a.m.) and so I go to the student lounge cuz my class didn't start til 9 and it was a group of students were watching the news from a huge projector.Then I saw that the 2nd tower had been hit shortly after, which sucked even more cuz we knew the both were going down.So pretty much the whole was spent watching the news,besides class of course.
 
I was California. My cousin who lives there called us up after the first hit and said to turn the TV on. it looked a scene from a movie. we were on Coronado Island (Navy SEAL's are based there) so i didn't really feel as safe as i should have. thoughts of the next attack and where it would be were definitely in our minds. we were isolated on the island for a while before they let people go on and off the island. major, major security. We watched in horror and disbelief. I was supposed to fly out that day back home (Tx), but ended up staying the rest of the week and driving back that following weekend.

i had so many feeling of hatred. even today when i think about that day i get lumps in my throat and pain in my heart. i never thought that i was capable of so much hate.

it's something i will never forget.
 
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Nothing.
No airplanes.
Its strange since you hear them all the time, there was nothing.
No traffic either.

I lived right next to a small airport myself. Once air traffic slowly started to come up again, everytime I'd hear a plane overhead it'd seem kinda scary. :(
 
When it all happened, I was standing my station for sea and anchor detail on the U.S.S. John F. Kennedy (CV-67). We were just getting ready to pull out of NAS Mayport when we first heard the news on the 1MC from our C.O. We all thought that it was some sort of ruse or prelude to the war games that we were going to be a part in. Then we all saw the pictures on the news.....nothing can ever compare to the horror that we all saw.

Ever since that day...everyone of the missions that we did had a personal agenda. The only thing we could ever think about was pay back for those that gave and lost their lives, due to someone`s stupid and meaningless ideals!!

That's why whenever I see or yet alone hear anyone talking s*** about any of our guys for being over seas and doing their job, I get very LIVID!!!:mad: Our people are not just over there because they like to blow s*** up, or that they want to be.....they're there for those that lost their lives....for ours and everybody's freedom.

War is hell......there's nothing glorious about it.
 
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