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Me - I was 3 hours into my usual workday, vigorously disconnecting various parts of the power system in Tennessee for the day's maintenance work. When the first plane hit, somebody in the back of the room saw it on the small monitor that we kept on for news coverage. He shouted, "turn on CNN - an airliner just hit the world trade center".

We obliged by turning our monitor on to CNN (we had a couple of news channels and the weather channel available) a few minutes prior to the second plane hitting.

When the second plane hit, the news bimbo said something to the effect of "what a coincidence - another plane has hit the second tower." My reply, aloud, was something to the effect of "that's no accident, that's an attack, you @^(^$% bimbo!" I can't fully describe the feeling I had when I saw that second plane hit. It was incredibly overwhelming. Shocking. Both scary and angering at the same time.

We spent the next several hours re-assembling the power grid, with one eye on the news. We weren't sure how big this thing was going to be, but we knew immediately that we didn't need any additional vulnerabilities in the power grid.

That evening when I got home from work, still in a bit of shock, I pulled the AR-15 out of the safe, loaded 4 magazines and taped them into pairs so that I could flip each 30 round mag for another 30 rounds. The rifle stood at the ready in my house wherever I went for a month.

I flew the flag daily for 2 years afterwards, shredding 2 of them through wear and tear on the front bricks of my house.

Now, I'll never forget that day as long as I live. The planes hitting the towers. The Pentagon. The people jumping. The people cheering in some obscure third-world middle-east country. And even the cheerfulness and 'blame America' attitude of certain leftists in this country.

I will NEVER FORGET!