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I was only 32.
I was still unmarried.
I had been with my wife for 10 years.
My sons, Caesar and Gage, were 3 years and 4 months old, respectively.
I was 5 months into my new house.
I had just rescued 2 dogs from an abusive home that lived a long and happy life with us.
I had just upgraded my pc to my first ever "gaming" config.
I was currently employed at a natural food store's deli.
I started my first day of college.
I met Shaun (a very close friend ever since) for the first time that evening at school.
I watched the 2nd of two planes hit the World Trade Center buildings.
I saw people jumping from the building to die on their own terms.
I stared in horror as both buildings collapsed.
I watched 3,000+ innocent people die.


...and I still feel that same horror and an overwhelming sadness every time I see a picture or read a news story about that day.


WTC victims, R.I.P.



Ghidorah

I was working in a health centre in Cornwall, UK, one of the therapists came into my office and told me someone had flown a plane into a skyscraper in New York. I pictured a cesna hitting a building and thought it must have been an accident.

As the day went on more was heard. All the staff gathered in the meeting hall and an elderly senior nurse, who was of the old school Cornish Methodist types, said a really nice prayer that was quite comforting and not annoying or preachy.

Later that day I went to my local pub on my way home, I remember how sombre it was and how much groundswell anger there was and how several of the old guys were talking of war.


Some days later, I learnt that a longtime friend of my family had died in the towers.

RIP Rick Rescorla. RIP the thousands murdered.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Rescorla


And I'd like to add a footnote about the first responders still suffering and dying as a result of the events that day, make a contribution if you can towards their plight and send an email to your congressman or woman to promote their care. They did their duty that day and it's our duty to help them, as much as the servicemen and women who are returned to us harmed.

I was in Cornwall, Launceston on the border to Devon to be precise. I was unemployed at the time after a stint at Tesco, but was looking at jobs in the area.

Was engaged to Aurelia, living in a small flat in the heart of town. Due to my work status I pretty much watched the whole thing live. Was shocked at the loss of life and have pretty much rejoiced in the death of anyone connected to al qaeda ever since.

RIP to all the Victims who lost their lives.



@MGS - I remember that man, there was a report on the local news about him a few days later. People noting that he kept on going back inside, back up for more people.

Although it must be painful to have lost someone you knew, I have to say, I can only hope that if I was ever caught in such a crisis, thats the kind of man I would be. I've a lot of respect for his actions.

10 years ago.
I was in America, Illionis, Northern Sururbs.
I was in 1st grade.
I didn't have any gashes or wounds.
I was hunky dory kid.
I still was innocent in that i didn't know things.
I had my first army of space marines.
It was my first time of hearing about video games.

Now All of these things have changed.

RIP WTC Victims,
Also RIP Master Sergeant Gary Ivan Gordon, and Sergeant First Class Randall 'Randy' David Shughart (medal of honor recipents) may they all rest in peace.

10 years ago I was seven.
I had just gotten through my first subject in second grade that day.
I remember the teacher turning on the tv and me thinking we were going to watch a movie.
I was wrong.
I remember people crying and praying.
I remember getting out of school early.
I remember watching and re-watching on the news the people jumping from the windows.
I remember crying myself to sleep.

My thoughts and condolences go out to the families of the victims.

Ten years ago, I was 9. Crazy that I can still remember it.

I was sitting in my class (4th Grade) when the phone rang in the classroom. The teacher picked up the phone, frowned, and told me that I had been called out by my mother. To my suprise, I found my younger sister also had been called out.

My mother quickly hurried us across a field with a concrete path through it (to allow the kids in the nearby neighborhood to walk to school). We got to the house of my mother's friend, where the kids were quickly gathered into the living room. I remember there being a lot of calls, and a lot of worried talking about 'bombings', 'war', where 'they' were going to hit next (this was early on in the news coverage).

The worst part was when I walked into kitchen, where a TV had been placed on the counter. Before my mother had been able to get me out, I had gotten a glimpse of the screen.

There were people jumping from what looked like (to me at the time) very high places in a couple of buildings somewhere. I couldn't see anyone catching them.

I still get sick whenever I see any footage of the people jumping from the buildings. I also later learned that my mother's cousin had been out of the Pentagon when the plane had hit it, which was a small blessing.

Ten years ago I was recently seperated.
I was talking online to a friend I have since lost touch with.
I was living in a rundown travel trailer in North Carolina.
I was selfishly thinking of how I wanted to spend my 38th birthday, my first one alone in a very long time.

I watched the news break live on tv just at the end of the Today show.
I felt anger and sadness and a little bit of shame....
R.I.P. for those that died....

That same morning my niece was also giving birth. Happy Birthday Emily.

Ten years ago I was in my second year of college.

I went to class that morning without knowing what had happened.
When I got there, half the class was missing and the professor informed us that "something" had happened in NYC and we could leave.
I stayed through the class and didn't see the news until I got back to my room.

I got home just as the second airplane hit.
I watched the towers collapse on live television.

Death was too good for the SOBs that did this.

Ten years ago I was in eighth grade, in a science class taught by Miss Pamela Ford.

I was sitting in the back of the room doing my homework for that day when the English teacher walked in from her planning period, where she always had the news on for background noise while she worked on her material for the day, telling Ford to turn on the news and make sure that all of the teachers knew that the school was going into lockdown under the principal's orders until the situation was made clearer.

We watched the second plane hit the South Tower, on live TV. I remember the girl sitting next to me crying and feeling, of all things, annoyed that I couldn't hear what the newspeople were saying over her crying.

I wasn't a stupid teenager, by any means. I knew that one plane clipping the Twin Towers might have been an accident.
Two planes hitting the Twin Towers full on was intentional.

After that happened, we went home for the day and I couldn't watch TV. I spent all day in my room reading novels, and the next week was spent painting and avoiding the news as much as I could.

September Eleventh, for better or worse, has shaped the America that I grew up in and has forever altered our reality.

I was 24.
I rented an overpriced room from a former coworker in Kalamazoo, MI.
I was getting ready to head to work at the mall.
I had turned on the TV to watch Hogan's Heroes before I left.
I was disappointed to see a special news report instead of my show.
I was still waking up mind you so I had little tolerance for the real world and its news.
Eventually I gave up and headed to work.
The car I was driving at the time, had a non working radio.
I got in to work and all my coworkers were across the corridor at the Radio Shack watching the events unfold.
My boss saw me and came over to ask if I had heard.
He told what had happened.
The mall eventually closed for the day and sent everyone home.

Ten years ago I was nine...I was sick that day so I stayed home from school...

I had gotten up early that morning as when I had woken up I was nauseous...watched TV for a bit, the Andy Griffith show came on and I remember my grandma coming into the living room and sitting down about half way through and asking me if I felt better...

The show ended and my grandmother turned the TV to the news, we watched it for maybe fifteen or so minutes and then the first plane hit the North Tower...It was really quiet, I remember my grandmother murmuring to herself, my uncle came into the room asking if we had seen what was going on, he sat down and started shaking his head, saying it was worse than what happened in 93...

I sat there watching, looking at the North Tower, thinking I'd never seen so much smoke come from one building...for some reason I just watched without thinking anything bad was happening, it was entertaining to me back then to see everyone in New York run around in a craze, I didn't realize how bad it was until later.

Then the second plane hit the South Tower...by this time, my Uncle, grandmother, grandfather, and dad were all in the room when it happened, my grandfather never said much but my grandmother gasped audibly, I could hear her praying quietly and my uncle became very angry, nearly broke a table with his fist and started cursing...my dad just shook his head and started saying things like "Start wheeling out the bombs, we're going back over there." He ended up taking me to the enlistment office later that day where I saw a lot of people lined up out of the building...

The South Tower fell...and that's when I think it hit me that people were getting hurt and dying even...I didn't watch the North tower fall until later, much later...that week I had a lot of friends that were missing from school, later I learned that there were a handful that had relatives inside the towers when they fell...

It wasn't until I was a bit older, twelve I think that I fully understood what had happened that day, I wish I was a bit older in 2001 so I could have, for lack of a better word, appreciated the disaster more...but I think my ignorant nine year old adolescence was a blessing, I dont think now I would have wanted to be there and be fully aware of what was going on, i know that if that were the case I would be a much different person than I am today.

It is my greatest hope that all the men and women in those buildings when they fell did not suffer, it is also my hope that in those final moments, they had some sort of peace...

Every person, man or woman, who has stood behind the men that perpetrated the attack have gotten exactly what they deserve, and I hope they enjoy hell...

10 years ago I was 10 going on 11
Heard a plane hit over the twin towers
Listened to my friend make up stories about what really happened. We thought a pair of planes crashed over the towers not into it.
School went as normal but I saw what happened when I got home
I didn't understand it at first, it took a little while to wrap my head around it

RIP to those who died.

Not wanting to be "that guy", but...

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/396117.page

Ten Years ago, I was in my elementary school, about 20-30 blocks or so away from the World Trade Center when it was hit. I was in my classroom, with the right side windows facing City Hall, the Twin Towers looming over the city as it has always done since the day I was born. I didn't know what terrorism was at that time. Didn't know people could hold such pure hatred for other people. What we all heard was a loud boom and crack, I thought an elevator in the school had dropped or something like that. Minutes later, our vice principal rolled a television into the hallway and everyone crowded outside to watch, and moments later the second tower was hit. Parents were immediately called, and school was shut down under conditions of emergency and evacuation. I would never forget that sight as I walked out of the school into the streets. No chaos, no screaming, just everyone staring silently at the two burning buildings, some people rushing to go home, others rushing to get to Tribeca, where they may hear news or find someone they know.

I don't remember clearly what feelings I had back then. Everything was muddled amidst all the confusion and panic. But I remember when I was walking home with my mother and sister, trying to get back across the bridge to Brooklyn. Not a few blocks later and some people screamed while others gasped. We looked back and watched as "what I didn't know as the north tower" caved in upon itself. This was the place my mother and aunt always brought us to. We played there every summer, visited the stores and vendors there, sometimes walking alongside the Hudson River behind the glass house and just enjoying the view. My sister and I would sometimes have a contest to see how much floors we can count, sometimes going up to numbers as laughable as 1342.

These terrorists think they have the right to feel anger and hate. They think they have the right to hold a grudge against "Americans". People that have not harmed nor have ever wished them harm. I know us New Yorkers might be rude, and always in a hurry to get things done, but I know the truth as it is. Most of us are good people and alot of us do as much as we can possibly give to help others. They may have had much to be bitter about, but they took it out on innocents. They made their own enemies, dug their own graves. We didn't become it until they stepped aboard those planes. I am glad that we went to war with them, and that is one thing I don't blame Bush for doing. We paid them back tenfold. (Still not enough IMO)

Ok I'll bite

10 years ago I was in 11th grade
Was in class, stuff happened, tv's went on, we get sent home early.
I remember finding out the death toll was 2000-ish, and I remember saying "Is that all?"
Cue my feeling bad for those who died, and moving on.

I was 15 and was woke up by my grandmother whom stated we've been attacked. She turned on the news and we watched the events unfold. School went on as normal except all of my teachers had the news on and we basically had open disscusion on what was going on and how it made us feel. I remeber this as the day that the country I live in changed and would never be the same. To this day I hope that nothing like this happens in the world again. 9/11 was a tragedy and has wonded a generation.

10 years ago I was 10 and in 5th grade.
I was in school, and I remember my teacher leaving in the middle of the lesson to speak in the hall to another teacher.
I remember one of my classmates, Brielle Saracini, being taken out of class. I would learn later that her dad was the pilot of flight 175.
School continued as normal, with a lot of kids going home early.
I got home, and my mother was sitting on the couch watching the videos being run over and over.



September 11, 2001: The event which defined a decade.

Ghidorah wrote:I was only 32.
I was still unmarried.
I had been with my wife for 10 years.
My sons, Caesar and Gage, were 3 years and 4 months old, respectively.
I was 5 months into my new house.
I had just rescued 2 dogs from an abusive home that lived a long and happy life with us.
I had just upgraded my pc to my first ever "gaming" config.
I was currently employed at a natural food store's deli.
I started my first day of college.
I met Shaun (a very close friend ever since) for the first time that evening at school.
I watched the 2nd of two planes hit the World Trade Center buildings.
I saw people jumping from the building to die on their own terms.
I stared in horror as both buildings collapsed.
I watched 3,000+ innocent people die.


...and I still feel that same horror and an overwhelming sadness every time I see a picture or read a news story about that day.


WTC victims, R.I.P.



Ghidorah

Who's that hot chick in your sig?

ROFL!!!
She's a "movie star". Family friendliness means I probably shouldn't state her name. PM incoming.

Ghidorah

Ghidorah wrote:ROFL!!!


Ghidorah

No, I was serious.