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Something I posted on another board, but the thread got locked due to conspiry theorists.
I remember it clearly enough. I was in grade 11. I was late for school, and was reading some book on the busride there, so I heard nothing on the radio. Got into class at about 9:45. First class went by like nothing was happening. Had french class 2nd period. A classmate of mine told me that the cafeteria in the WTC had caught fire. I thought that was bizzare, if a little funny too. Then, 10 minutes later, the principal announces over the intercom, through tears, that we should pray for the victims and hope for a good end to all this. We still dont know what the **** is happening, its about 11. French class ends, everyone runs for the TVs, and all we see is New York blanketed in smoke, and the WTC is gone. MRE class was next, and the teacher pointed out we weren't going to listen to anything he said, so he brought us back to the TVs, untill a VP shooed us away. In Economics class, our teacher gave a 10 minute speach about how the world would never be the same, and how it would drastically effect the economy, and then he let us listen to the radio for the rest of the class. This was usually a class room where noone listens to the teacher and everyone chats, but everyone was very quiet that day. I still remember a couple of days later, when the first planes started taking off from St. Hubert airport (about a 5 minute drive from my HS), every kid around only stared at the plane till it was safely out of sight. That day started my addiction to watching the news, like CNN. |
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i was at home that day (long story) and sleeping in.
QOTM had taken POTM to school. At that time she attended a Jewish Day School located in the local JCC. Fourth grade. I remember hearing a loud noise -later i found it was the sonic boom of fighter planes, NOT the crash at the Pentagon - the time was too late. I turned on the radio to NPR, and heard that the WTC and the Pentagon had been hit. Now id followed mideastern stuff, and had followed the US attacks on OBL after the embassy bombings, so I had a mental framework of sorts - and I rememberred discussing the 93 attack on the WTC at some length with a relative who worked nearby - but the magnitude of this was overwhelming. When QOTM walked in I asked if she knew the Pentagon was hit - she said I was confused, the WTC had been hit twice - I told her no, I know that, the Pentagon was hit too. The next thing, once we sort of had figured out what was happening was figuring out what to do about POTM. After some discussion we quickly guessed that the school would be closing, and that in any case we should get her. QOTM must have gotten on the net at some point (we had dialup) cause the school didnt get through to us, but IIRC, left a message to pick her up, that they were closing. I got in the car and drove to the JCC, about 20 minutes away. I dont remember exactly, but it must have been chaotic there, lots of parents picking up kids. I dont recall if the security situation at the JCC, though that became a big issue of discussion later, and security was tightened. Anyway, POTM wasnt there - I was told she had gone home with her best friend, whose family is friends with QOTM and me, and who lived a few minutes away. I went over there. They were all there - the dad is a stockbroker, with the markets closed hed come home. The kids were playing -they had heard something bad had happened, but were immersed in being together. I felt good that our friends had helped, it was a feeling of community. The stockbroker dad passed on various rumors, including that there had been attacks on a JCC in Denver. I took POTM home. We all watched TV together, and talked about what had happened. QOTM called her family in New York. One nephew, a paramedic, was injured slightly at the WTC when he was hit by some falling debris. My mother-in-law said smoke had spread all through Brooklyn. She was pretty shaken - she didnt talk about Auschwitz - she rarely does - but bad memories must have been brought back. Called some distant relatives, to assure them WE were ok. Told them how far from the Pentagon we actually were (about 5 miles). About 5 or so that evening, when it was clear things had settled down, kinda, and no more planes were in the air, QOTM decided she wanted to actually SEE what was happening. She used to be a journalist, and has that in her. So we all got in the car and headed up I395, which was practically deserted, and drove past the Pentagon, which was spewing acrid smoke. Youve all seen the pictures, but the smell was pretty bad. Rte 110 of course was closed, and we were on the left lane to get a better view, so we just drove into DC. Never seen it that deserted - almost no one downtown,but national guard and other troops in front of Fed office buildings. We turned around and headed back, passing the Pentagon once more. That evening a group of folks in the apartment building we lived in went outside for some ecumenical reflections and singing. This in a pretty anonymous high rise. First instinct of everyone was to join together in our various communities, to overcome some of the usual barriers. |
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I was on my way to work that day. I was a high school teacher. I was listening to the radio, a comedy talk show. The people on the radio didn't seem to be sure what was happening at first. They reported and explosion at the world trade center. Then after the second explosion happened they reported that there was a terrorist attack.
When I got to school I turned on the TV and started watching the news. I left the television on all day and let the students watch it. I told them they were watching history, but they were very disinterested. I remember being scared for myself and my family. And I was very pissed off. |
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I was at home. It was a year before my uni studies started, and I had that job in the photo lab where work began in the evening. So I did the usual things to get through the time until I had to leave, eating, reading - and then at some point I turned on tv. While switching through the channels, I saw some had the a news bar right in their regular program saying that a plane crashed into the WTC. This was unusual, except those outspoken news channels the others stations rarely use(d) news bars at this time.
At this point, I didn't realize it would be a big airliner, but thought about some little private plane doing little damage and wondered why something like this makes so much news. Then I switched to CNN International and saw one of the towers in flames. I couldn't stop watching tv for the entire time I had left before going to work, and saw how everything developed, how the towers finally came down. |
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I just arrived at work and my secretary said that one tower was on fire. I logged on to Poly and learned that the other tower was hit and then the Pentagon. CNN's website was under strain, as some popular web sites always were at that time.
There were lots of rumors here in DC about other planes in the air. Ready to hit the Capitol, the White House, etc. At about 10:30, most in the firm were glued to the TV. The firm soon sent everybody home. It was a surreal scene, the streets of DC were packed with people walking home -- trying to get out of the city. All the bridges south were closed. Strangely, everybody was calm in the midst of this. Hardly a honking horn in the gridlocked downtown. For several weeks, the national guard was in the streets. Lots of concrete security barriers were put in place. Trucks were kept out of downtown. Then the anthrax attacks started. Thank God, things have settled down and we are getting the hang of unobtrusive security. |
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... For the victims of that day.
... For the hijackers whose deep hatred of life and all that is good has cost them their immortal souls. ... For the lost opportunity the US had to use the goodwill from the rest of the world (re: "We are all Americans...") to begin a golden age of global peace and prosperity. ... For the future as this darkness will not subside for a long time yet. |
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9/11 doesn't really mean much to me anymore. more people die in traffic accidents. Yes true, those are accidents and not intentional acts of violence. A better comparison would be to compare the yearly homicade rate of major american cities.
No one is truelly safe. It's just a fact we have to deal with. Death could come in the next minute. The media has made the world a smaller place. But in reality, New York city has nothing to do with where I live. It really shouldn't impact me in any way (but it did at the time for some reason). Yes I felt compassion for the victims. But I can only have so much compassion for those who I don't know. The news media has really hardened me to all the inhumanities in the world. As I said, the world is a smaller place. 200 years ago, it would have taken weeks for this news to travel accross country. Would it have had the same impact? I don't think so. It was some scary **** at the time. I could just imagine myself in that situation. Pretty bad. I just can't muster up the tears for it anymore. Days of rememberence always seemed weird to me. What am I remembering? Like I'm going to casually forget an event such as this. What, do they think I'm stupid or something? I'm not so sure living in the past is a good thing. |
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