I was in High School. 2nd period. lol.

 

I was working in a calibration lab at Mountain Home AFB in Idaho. Our break room had a tv and just as I was going into the lab we saw the first plane hit. There was a lot of speculation of what had happened. Most thought it was an accident, until the second plane hit. Uh oh, better start packing. Then the Pentagon, pack fast. Then a plane down in PA. Say goodbye to the family.
We never did deploy and I still have mixed emotions about that. I was ready to go and wanted to do whatever I could to help. But, I also had a 2 year old boy and a 5 month pregnant wife at home who I didn't want to leave.
So I want to give thanks to all who did go (and still are there) for trying to keep this world a safer place and my heart and prayers go out to all those who haven't and won't be going home.
Mike

 

I had just dumped a load of gravel at the cement plant and was taking the dump truck and pup back for another load when I heard it on the radio.

 

Yea, what Ryan said.

 

at Johns Hopkins, Balitmore, MD... had class from around 8 to 11... didn't even know about it till the towers collapsed... got back to my room and couldn't believe what i was seeing, couldn't believe the towers weren't there. i live south of the city and can see the city from various places in my hometown and at the beach, and when mtn biking, very familar sight. tryed callin home to my family but couldn't get through to anyone... lot of people from my hometown (middletown, NJ) work in city, 37 lost their lives. as mush as i ****es me off and makes me wanna kill, part of me just wants to forget about it, but i know i can't

 

I was working for the Reno Gazette Journal printing the paper everyday. It just so happened that it was my Saturday. My mom called me, (I was still asleep after working until 4a.m.), and she told me about it. I turned the T.V on, and watched it in disbelief. About noon, my boss called me and asked me to come in and help them print a 3RD edition for the day. We had 3 editions for about 2 weeks and someone had to stay 'round the clock in case there was another attack.

 

I was working 3rd shift, 11pm to 7am. I had gotten off work and driven home and was outside working on my combine, getting it ready for harvest. My then-fiancee also worked 3rd shift and had stopped to pick some groceries up that morning. When she got home, she turned on the TV and saw the first plane hit. She told me that she thought it was just an accident, and she went to bed. About noon I came in and showered and went to bed as well. She woke up about 4pm and was watching TV when I woke up around 6pm, and we watched until it was time to head back to work. We did'nt get much done at the warehouse (no orders to pull; September is part of our 'slow season'), so we sat around the supervisor's office listening to the radio and talking about what had happened. Next morning, there was a plant-wide meeting about it, what we should do if we saw suspicious packages, etc. The National Guard Armory is just across the road from our warehouse, and it was on high alert by the end of that week.

 

i called my mom to make sure she was ok. she used to go to meetings in the WTC and after the 2nd tower got hit and the pentagon, i was just left wondering what was gonna get hit next. a lot of people died that day. i hope they get the guys that did it

 

I was in first period Spanish class. Juinor year in HS. We just turned on the TV after the second plane hit. I remember they kept playing re-runs of the planes hitting. My teacher was like "those are not commercial planes, the look more like small passegner planes." I thought to myself that these were actual commerical jets, hauling at least 200+ people per jet. It all seemed like we were watching a movie.

 

I was running late that morning getting to work. My girlfriend at the time (now and ex) called me and told me a plane hit the World Trade Center. I figured it was a small tourist plane that got too close. I hopped on the train to go to work in Manhattan. As the train pulled out, cell phones were ringing and someone said the second tower was hit. After the first stop, there is an area where you can get a pretty clear view of the towers. We saw both of them burning.

We continue on, our journey was a bit slower (I imagine they were starting to figure out this was a terrorist hit and the train engineers were not sure if they were to continue in or not). As we were getting close to the next to the last stop, my boss called me, he told me one of the towers collapsed. After we left Newark, you could get another view of the towers.. one building remained. At this point they shut Hoboken terminal down, so they decided to send the remaining trains back.

On our way back, I spoke with my boss again. He told me the second building went down. When we got closer to home, we came upon the area you can see lower Manhattan. I could not believe my eyes, the towers were gone, just a large plume of smoke rising is all I could see. It was very surreal.

My first instinct was to head to the firehouse. People driving around just had blank looks on their face. Everything stopped. People stopped working, most everyone just left and went home. It's definitely a day I will never forget.

 

I was a sophmore in HS and we were in first period and another teacher came to our door and told our teacher something and he immediately turned on the tv. We tuned in right before the second plane hit.

I remember it like yesterday.

Bryan

 

Well I live on the west coast so I was sleeping when my brother called from Dallas in a panic. Spent the rest of the day watching the coverage on TV.

 

My husband and I had a disagreement early that morning and he left without saying he loved me or me saying i love you and come home safe as I always had done (and still do) I was in bed still crying and he called fom work and told me what was happening and that he loved me more than anything else and that he was sorry for his words of anger and his not leaving me with words of love and devotion.

 

i usually let her stew in it a little while....

 

I was born and raised in NYC. Left there for California in '76. I had retired in January of that year and was home when a friend called. I turned on tv and watched in disbelief. I called our son, who still lives there, and he was ok. His fiance's dad was in one of the surrounding buildings that was damaged but got out ok. I called several other friends who worked in the financial district but couldn't reach them till later. All got out ok. Our son was married on December 8 of that year-3 months after 911. I flew to NYC with my wife and daughters to attend the wedding. We were all a little nervous. We visited Ground Zero and the emotional impact was overwhelming.

The subway line was stopped one station before Ground Zero. When we got off the train the smell was indescribable. It was a mixture of smoke, wet concrete, dust, fuel and other things. They were still working 24/7 to retrieve bodies and clean the site. There was a pall of dust rising over the site and firemen and police were constantly coming and going. Every group that came out had to be sanitized by water showers. There were paper notices all over temporary bulletin boards particlulary in front of St Paul's church. The church was closed to the public and was used as a resting place for workers. There were also counselors in the church for those that needed them. We wept at the sight of the destruction and the sadness of the notices. People left notices asking if any had seen their father, husband, son, wife, daughter or other loved one that was still missing. They wanted some kind of information. They wanted some hope. I can't describe the scene or the tears and sorrow of those who were there. I will allways remember the faces of the workers whose job it was to sift through the debris for remains. Their exhaustion and sadness. Please don't forget what happened on 911. It was an act of war. More people were killed on 911 than died in the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7,1941. If you had visited Ground Zero as we did and seen and smelled the destruction and seen the pleadings for information and hope for missing loved ones, you would never forget.