re: September 11

My wife and I were in a motel in Texarkana, Tx., on our way to Dallas. I woke up early, lit a cigarette, and turned on the TV. The second plane hadn't hit yet and the newspeople were talking about an accident. Woke up my wife just in time for us to see the second plane hit the building. I remember the lack of traffic on the interstate and not seeing any airplanes in the sky. We were in the Book Depository in Dallas later that day and met some Germans who were wondering when they would be able to fly back home.

One month out of Bootcamp and had just checked into my first school

I living in Australia at the time, so when things started happening it was around 10:30 at night. I had just gone to bed, and the wife (no pics) had Fox News on low for background noise. It was the only American news we got down there. When the first plane hit, the news broke in and the wife woke me up and said a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. I was half asleep when I looked at the tv. I could see that the skies were clear, thought it was a Cessna or something that hit, and said 'That must have been one shithouse pilot." I laid back down. Meanwhile, my brother-in-law turns on the news in the living room. Still half asleep, I hear him yell "frick!" That is when the second plane had hit. I got my arse out of bed then and called my folks in Baton Rouge. I stayed on the phone with them, and they were watching Fox as well so we were seeing the same news as they were. Things started to unravel at that point with the Pentagon, the crash in Pennsylvania, and rumors such as a bomb at the Capitol Building and Treasury Department. Evacuations of large buildings and landmarks in all of the big cities. It was all so hard to believe. I stayed up and watched television until 3:30 that morning. The last thing I saw before going to sleep was Bush making his remarks at Barskdale AFB.

I only slept for two hours and woke up to go to work. Taking the train into Sydney, everyone was quiet and had their nose in the newspapers. For the first couple of days at work, people kind of acted weird around me since I was the only American there. It was like they wanted to talk to me about it, but wasn't sure if they should. We had a tv on in the office all day for the next few days.

There was a condolence book that you could sign at the U.S. Consulate in Sydney that I went and signed. My brother-in-law worked for the New South Wales Fire Brigade at the time. A couple of months after the attack, they donated a new fire truck to the FDNY and shipped it over. Everyone was unsure how big the conflict would be; in those first few months I wondered if I would be drafted and have to return to the U.S. I was 22 at the time.

I was working 2nd shift and had went to sleep about 5 AM. Mother called me and when I answered her first words were, "Get up...we're under attack. They are a flying planes into the World Trade Center towers." I turned on the TV and a few minutes later the first tower went down.

I went to work that afternoon. Emotions were all over the place for people. One older black man I worked with had tears in his eyes. "I'm hurt. Hurt for my country and for my countrymen who have been killed." I was angry. I was literally in a rage. I wanted to find out who was responsible and let the nukes fly. I still do.

We always had a supervisors meeting before the shift. I will never forget the words of the boss. "It's been a pretty crappy day. If no one has anything, we'll just go to work." End of meeting.

frick Islam and that skinny Kenyan piece of shite who worked so hard to make us forget who was behind this act of terror.

*In a plane.
Nobody told us while we were in the air... The plane was decending rapidly around Shreveport and we ended up in Dallas. We all thought the plane was having issues.
*Worked my arse off to get back home with no more flights.
*I took it well until 12 hours later when I finally saw it all on TV..My imagination had nothing on reality.

I was off work that day and sitting in the carpool line to drop my son off at elementary school. I was listening to Walton and Johnson on the radio when someone called in to say a plane hit the World Trade Center. I was thinking small plane and that it must have been a mechanical issue because otherwise it should be easy to avoid those big arse buildings. Put the news on as soon as I got home just in time to see the second plane hit. Called my parents, told them to put the TV on and probably didn't turn it off for several days.

One thing that has always struck me is what a beautiful day that Tuesday was. Clear blue early autumn sky and then unimaginable horror. I still think about that sometimes when the sky is that beautiful blue.

Freshman in college; friend knocked on our dorm room door to wake us up with the news. Turned on the tv in time to see the 2nd tower get hit.

Never forget

Getting ready for community service as a 20 year old. Listening to KLSU...the DJs thought it was a joke at first.

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I was a nobody preferred walk-on

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Well, your career was better than mine.

In my apartment my sopho-junior year at Auburn.

Got out of the shower that morning and there was a message from a friend on ICQ saying "Turn on CNN, a plane hit the WTC in NYC." Turned on the TV just in time to see the second plane hit.

Sat there in shock and disbelief, then started hearing the rumors of other planes and other targets. Called my mom who was at work in Atl to tell her to be extra careful. Was on the phone with her when the first tower fell.