Then the horror and anger set in...
That anger has never left me and and a large part of it now goes toward my fellow countrymen who support all those traitorous Democrats!
I was on this forum.
Where was I?
Wampum, PA, at a facility called ALARON. We were doing some maintenance and repair on our equipment in preps to go to a nuke plant near Toronto, Ont.
I was dressed out, complete with respirator, sweating my somethings off. We were called out of containment and informed of what was going on. The facility closed for the remainder of the day.
I remember the surreal feeling of thinking... “They’re diving PLANES? into buildings?. To this day, I hold the passengers of Flight 93 as heroes.
That Canada job was postponed until some time in 2002.
I was asleep in bed. My old roommate, a girl who had moved out about half a year earlier, actually came in to my bedroom and asked me to wake up because “we were being attacked”. I don’t think she ever set foot in that bedroom the whole two years she lived with me, we were so scrupulous about things like that. She was badly upset and I really couldn’t follow what she was saying as she waited outside the door while I got dressed. I thought SHE had been somehow attacked. Then I came out and she had the TV on in the living room, and thats when I saw the replay of the second plane hitting the towers. A few minutes later the towers fell.
I imagine how difficult it will be for my daughter or her husband to sit their children down and explain why we face this evil when they are old enough to understand
She told me it was a BIG one, and when she said it was a commercial airliner, I said "that's no accident", and I watched the coverage on the TV when I got home.
I went back to my office, and I knew someone had crashed into the WTC on purpose. Not long after, the news of the 2nd plane was on the news and all hell broke loose from that point forward.
We lost two freepers that day; Mike Moran was a NYC fireman, and Barbara Olsen who was a member here also died in the Pentagon crash.
I thought it was an accident until the second plane struck.
People gathered around TVs in the exercise facility in the building where I worked and we watched thousands of our fellow Americans die horrible deaths. We all sobbed together as the towers went down.
Don't forget it, folks.
It didn't take long for the traitors to come out of the woodwork, did it? They are not patriots. They are traitors.
I'm not old enough to remember JFK's assassination, but I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard about Challenger.
Doing a bathroom job and listening to my morning rightwinghateradio when news broke about a plane hitting the WTC. I went down stairs and asked my customer to turn on the TV and we watched the second plane hit. Later we heard about flight 93 going down in Somerset, PA(early reports)my Brother and his family live there so I spent the next frantic hours of the 11th trying to get a hold of them. Our Citizen Soldiers fought the fist battle against Islamic fundamentalism and won, 10 miles away from my brothers home.
It’s been 6 years and I still tear up.
I was watching when E.D. Hill said that there was news of a small plane hitting the WTC, and the reportage of this "accident" continued until the second plane went in. I knew, then, and I think so did everyone else. I called my mother, who lives elsewhere in the state, after the second plane to get her to turn on the TV, and we called back and forth a couple of times during the morning.
My sister, who lived in Finland at the time, was visiting our mother; they had just been to visit me, and my sister had brought one of her Finnish friends to try to match up with me (it didn't take, and she's newly wed today), and they were back at Mom's, getting ready to fly back to Finland on the 12th (which obviously didn't happen...they got out 3 or 4 days later).
This friend was a structural engineer by trade. During either the first or second call, before it happened, she said "those buildings will fall; they cannot stand." We asked "how will they fall?" Fearing for those caught under them falling like trees. "Probably straight down," she said. So when it happened we were not terribly surprised, and I was immunized against all of the "deliberate demolition" conspiracy theories before they appeared.
What I find amazing is that 9/11 was such a momentous day, that I have recollections of the day before too! I remember that President Bush was to meet with President Fox of Mexico. I also remember watching a show in PBS, in which they highlighted the lives of two families in Chicago who were trying to make ends meet. One couple's son had just finished his basic training in the Navy. At the end of their story they mentioned he was stationed at the Pentagon. I always wondered how he fared on 9/11.
My girlfriend who works at Yokota AB called me. It was very early in the morning so I was really half-asleep. She said a plane had hit the twin towers (at first I thought she meant the Akasaka Twin Towers here in Tokyo).
I rushed to the TV and turned it on. Immediately, the first image I saw, was the from below shot of that one surprised guy and the plane hitting the tower.
I couldn’t believe it. This has to be Hollywood... but no...
Life changed then.
Then the horror and anger set in...
That anger has never left me and and a large part of it now goes toward my fellow countrymen who support all those traitorous Democrats!
Didn't leave that place for days.
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We returned from a Florida vacation the night before, getting in pretty late. My husband was up when the 1st plane hit. When I got up a little while later, he mentioned a horrible accident, a plane had crashed into the WTC. We sat, drinking coffee and watched, in shock as the 2nd plane hit the other tower on live TV.
He looked at me, said that he had to get to work, but also said: We are now at War. After he left, I let my little guy (3 at the time) have the big TV, Blues Clues and Bob the Builder were on. I spent the next few hours watching our small TV in the bedroom, talking to my dear MIL. Towards the end, I remember crying and begging for it to stop.
Finally, I took my little guy to preschool and a young girl asked me if it was true: Is the WTC gone? I said yes, she started crying. The next few days are a blur of sadness and anger.
MOgirl
My office and two others of our multi-office real estate company were attending a breakfast and ongoing training seminar at the Waterview Pavilion in Belmar, New Jersey.
At about 9:15 cell phones and pagers started going off. That is not uncommon in a room full of Realtors, but the number of calls was unusually high. Most left the room to take the calls, and hardly any returned. Ten minutes later the usually attentive staff had disappeared.
I overheard one of the agents at another table who had returned after taking a call tell someone that a plane had hit the World Trade Center.
When we had a break I walked towards the mens room, passing a closet or coat room. There was the wait staff and some of the kitchen crew, crowded around a small TV set.
By that time they were replaying the collapse of the second tower.