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I will never forget.

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I remember that day very well.

It was about 10pm around here, I turned on the tv and there was news coverage all over.

It was not clear if it was an accident...


Then the second plane flew in. That was shocking.
I watched the news coverage all day.
 
I remember clear as day where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news.

My long dry home clinged to every word on the radio.

Not be able to reach friends and family in the NY area...
 
Yeah i was a freshman in college. I didn't have class that day but i was driving my step-sister. I turned on the TV as she was geting ready and the first plane had hit. It seemed like a terrible accident. Then i saw live as the second one hit. At first we didn't see the plane and thought a bomb went off. As we were driving to her school the news came on that the pentagon was hit and we turned right around. The color just drained from her face. It was so scary, we couldn't get through to her dad, cell service was overloaded.

Probably the scariest moments were those next few hours waiting at home to hear SOMEthing. While we were waiting the towers fell. Totally surreal. We finally got word that he was hurt bad, but alive and taken to the military hospital. I had to work that night. I worked at Blockbuster... we had 0 customers that night.

Stuff like that you just can NOT forget.
 
I was at work, and heard about it on the Howard Stern show. I remember thinking "If this is a joke it aint ****ing funny!". Then I heard it from a reliable source and was like :bawl:
 
I had started a new contract job just the day before. The next day, on September 11th, I was dressing to go to the office when I first the news on a local radio station.

I called into the office and was told to stay home; that they would be sending everyone home early anyway. The NYC subway system shut down soon afterward - pretty much the entire city did, except for emergency services.

I spent the next few hours sitting on a park bench atop the hill in Fort Tryon Park, right across the street from my apartment - the highest point in Manhattan. I could clearly see the column of smoke and dust rising high into the air above the wreckage of the World Trade Center, just a few miles south along the Hudson River, trying to fathom the harrowing experience of the 3,000 or so innocent people whose lives had just been so needlessly and callously snuffed out... :crying:

That day I became just a bit better acquainted with evil... :spit:

MM
 
I was supposed to be in Manhattan that day for a meeting but I was told the Friday prior that I could call in. I would have been there that morning but I guess I was not meant to be there. However, Flight 93 flew over my office in PA and crashed about 20 miles from my house. I went to the site a few weeks ago and it sure is a moving experience.
 
René_Julien;7945741 said:
I remember that day very well.

It was about 10pm around here, I turned on the tv and there was news coverage all over.

It was not clear if it was an accident...


Then the second plane flew in. That was shocking.
I watched the news coverage all day.


Ehr, I think it was roughly 3 pm Belgian time.

I remember coming home from high school, turning on the tv at roughly 15.15, came past CNN -***?-, dad came home, spend the rest of the day before the tv.

Crazy.
 
I will not forget either. I was at work, in a building designed by the same company that designed the twin towers, on the 32nd floor (still in the same building, but on 33 now). Completely freaked everyone out -- including me. They smartly let everyone go home early.

But like others, I remember thinking "Is this for real?" It was difficult to grasp. Once home, I watched some of the video, but soon after I turned it off. Seeing that tragedy once was quite enough. :crying:
 
My buddy had an apartment on Trinity Place that year. He was one street away. He said it was unbelievable.


I had another friend who lived down in the Murray Hill area,
around 34 Street and Lexington Ave.

His daughter was working in one of the Towers and she made
it out. She had no way to contact him, but she walked up town and banged on the door around 2 PM. She was white
as a ghost, literally covered in that whitish gray concrete
residue.

I remember all the people walking across the bridges to get
home.

Incredible day.

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Prior to 9/11 I'd never experienced an historical event where I would forever remember where I was when it occurred, like my parents had with JFK's assassination.

I remember I'd just started my first year of teaching and I woke up to watch the news like I generally did and a few minutes in they cut in with the story of the first jet hitting the tower. They cut to the story and it seemed like an accident until on the live feed you saw the second jet heading for the other tower.

I remember being so transfixed that I didn't even bother to eat or get ready for work and had to scramble just to get to school on time. But when the bell rang there was no use trying to teach physics that morning. I wheeled the TV over, rigged up an antenna from paper clips and we just sat and watched the coverage.
 
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