re: Where were you/what were you doing when it happened?

7th grade English class. The teacher walked out through a door that connected to the admin office that she never used. A few minutes later she walked in standing at the door and said “The World Trade Center in New York has been attacked...”

Everyone just froze. We didn’t quite comprehend the scope of what we were just told. The rest of the school day was oddly quiet though. When I got home though and looked at the tv for the first time I got the idea. I just sat on the coffee table, eyes never blinking. Still remember seeing people choosing the quick way out and leaping for it.

I was just taking it all in and I guess the rest of my family could see it because my mom said to one of my older sister “it’s his first time seeing it, they didn’t have the TVs on at school.”

I despise how quickly this country has forgotten what that day felt like and how close we were in the days and months and few years after. Black and white didn’t matter. Republican or Democrat. What part of the country you were from. We’ve gone from flags sold out across the country to it being a symbol of racism.

SMFH

I was in PE in 9th grade. I had no idea what was going on until my mom came to pick me up out of school.

I was complaining to another Army officer how depressingly boring serving in peacetime was.

Senior in high school in my english class. Teacher told us and they put the tv on and we all just sat there in aww.

Luckily, I was at work in our office in Mobile. I worked for a hospital software company and we had people all over the US. One of my best friends had to drive home from Catalina Island.

In a conference room in western NY. My wife called my (Nokia) cell and told me that planes had hit the WTC. I walked down to the newsroom and watched in silence with a bunch of reporters as the towers collapsed.

In the Tactical Operations Center for Task Force Med Eagle (SFOR 9) at Eagle Base, Bosnia-Herzegovina. I was serving as the Task Force S3. After hearing news moments before about an incident in New York City we gathered around the TV and watched in horror as United Airlines Flight 175 flew into the South Tower. It was 15:03 GMT in the afternoon. We were waiting for the unit that was going to replace us to land at the airfield that day.

Never forget.

Ft. Drum... me and my Staff Sergeant had gotten into a heated dispute earlier that morning...

....driving to work. The radio in my car was turned off. When I got to work everyone was huddled around a portable television someone had brought in. I seemed all so surreal, like some Hollywood high-rise disaster movie. Only it was real and ongoing. What turned my stomach? Those poor victims jumping off the tower to escape being burned alive.

Curse the demons who did this. Curse them back to hell and curse those who try defend what these demons did.