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I was in Congresswoman Nancy Johnson's office in the Rayburn House Office building, in Washington, DC having arrived a little early for a 9:00 meeting. Another lobbyist and I watched CNN on a TV in her waiting room. We watched the replays of the second plane hitting the WTC, then we heard that the pentagon had also been hit.

We decided that we were not going to be having a business as usual meeting that day, left our cards and indicayed that we would reschedule our meeting. As we were starting to walk out of the building, I will never forget a Capitol policeman running down the hall, yelling, "everybody out, everybody get out of the building."

We had to walk from Capitol hill back downtown to our hotel, because the streets were in gridlock. I remember saying to my friend, "let's walk right down the middle of the mall, That way we have the museums between us and any further targets."

As we got to our hotel near metro center, a convoy of military buses and ambulances from Walter Reed drove past, fighting the grid lock, trying to get to the pentagon.

Later that day, I remember taking a break from the non-stop TV and going down to the street from my hotel room. The street gave me a surreal feeling. Where two or three hours before there had been gridlock, now the streetsof Washington, DC, at two or three in the afternoon were completely deserted. No one was walking, no cars were driving by, nothing.

About that time, I finally got through to my wife on my cell phone to let her know I was alright.

The next day, I was on the noon train out of Union Station. The first train leaving Washington, DC for Connecticut, where I live. As we rode up the eastern shore of the Hudson in New Jersey, The feeling looking out the windows at the Southern end of Manhatten which was now very smoky, and which was missing those magnificent twin towers, was almost overwhelming.

My hope as we take this time to remember, is that we will never forget, and that we will never allow ourselves to become so complacent again. We must redouble our efforts to stop terrorism. Not just against America, but anywhere in the world. Not just in the middle east, but in Africa, in Southeast Asia, in the Indian sub-continent, where ever it exists. Terrorism must be seen not as a legitamate way for the oppressed to strike at there oppressors, but as an EVIL, whenever, and wherever it occurs.
 
Thats truly one of the few days I will never forget as long as I live. I remember every single detail of that horrible day as if it was yesterday.

I wake up on the floor of my living room to someone gently shaking me, and saying "Er it wer". I hazily look around the room and asses the situation: I'm in the middle of the living room in just my boxers with 1 shoe on, using my girlfriend as a pillow. There's people laying everywhere: on the pool table, on the kitchen table, at least 6 on each of the couches. Theres also blue plastic cups as far as the eye can see & a pyramid of 4 kegs stacked in the corner(September 10th was my roommates 21st Birthday, & I doubt he can happily celebrate it again after what happened.) The front door is also wide open & my next door neighbor Alex is standing over me.

"What did you say", I reply as soon as I can work enough spit in my mouth to coat my sandpaper like tounge. "I said We're at War, look!". She says pointing at the TV(which was on cartoon network.) I look up & there's a CNN special report going on network wide. All I can think is Oh my god seeing the gaping whole in Tower 1 & flames licking at the interrior. Then no more then 2 mins after I wake up theres a streak across the back of the tower & the 100th floor of the 2nd tower erupts in a ball of flames. "Holy ****!!", everything around me is forgotten: the 6 hours of cleanup we're gonna have to do to get this place in shape again, the fact that I have to be in Psyc in 30 mins, & the fact that I'm standing in my boxers in front of a room full of people who have (mostly) woken up to my screaming.

I grab my cellphone & quickly dial my moms phone number(she lives in NJ, & worked on the 36th floor of tower 1, at Chubb Insurance). All lines are down due to the amount of calls going to that area & the fact that on top of one of the towers was radio antenea. My entire world disolves into panic. I quickly call some other close reletives, tell them to turn on the TV, & ask if they heard anything from her. No one has. It was while I was on the phone with my uncle(her brother) when the 2nd Tower collapsed. I hear "Oh God" & some prayers(I was upstairs throwing on some sweats, the idea of going to class seemed ludacris at that point), I quickly run downstairs & see a gaping whole in the NY sky line quickly being obscured by a rising cloud of smoke & debris. That's when I started crying & I didn't stop untill 4 hours later when my Mom finally got in touch with me. Luckily she missed her train for NY & was delayed 25 mins, it's funny how God works in misterious ways sometimes. Although she was ok she lost many friends(including her best friend a firefighter), & was a nervous wreck.

On a side note I went to visit my mom for christmas(more then 3 months later), & we took a side trip to NY city. One of the things I wanted to see was the spot where the Trade Centers stood. Erected around a 35' tall pile of rubble(which was still smoking) was a chain link fence with poems, banners, flags & many other heart warming things. At one side was a 3' wide couldron(like the ones you see witches brewing things in, in cartoons), ungaurded in the middle of NYC(which has a homeless problem rival to some 3rd world countries), which was filled to the brim with money. I'm not talking only change either, I saw multiple 20s & even a $50 bill. One of the most heartwarming things I have ever seen, & truly the one thing that made me regain my faith in humanity.

We will NEVER forget!!
R.I.P. Shelly Harrison, 1966-2001
One of the thousands of losses to this horrific tragidy.

P.S.--Sorry bout the novel guys. And I apoligize about the spelling, my hands are shaking while I'm writing this.
 
I was at work when it happened. At the time I was working at a Funcoland. My wife called and told what was happening. I got one of the TV's at the store working just in time to see the second plane hit. It was surreal from that point on for the rest of the day. People coming in and walking around with numbed expressions on their faces. By 300pm I called my boss and told him that traffic had stopped coming in and the major mall accross the street had closed for security reasons. I closed up and went to a bus stop(my car was in the shop). I waited 3 hours for a bus without seeing another person. It was like something out of those bad TV scifi movies from the seventies, no movement at all except for vagrant pieces of paper blowing accross the parking lot , and the flag. I spent my time looking at the flag and was comforted. I realized no matter what else happened in the coming days, months, or years, we would persevere. We would rise to the moment, and be stronger for it. In the two years since much has changed, much has returned to normal, but my conviction of our strength has remained.
 
Tuesday, Sep 11, just happened to be my day off from work. I was at homing quietly goofing around on the computer (probably playing Civ :p ). My wife, having recently given birth, was sleeping soundly in the bedroom as I maintained silence in the house.

Suddenly the telephone rang and seemed so loud. It was my sister-in-law. She began frantically muttering something about an attack in New York, blah, blah. She "made" me turn on the news. I took everything she said with a grain of salt because she is known for her acute hyperbole. I told her thanks for the tip, see ya, bye.

Well, lo and behold, she was right. As I began to put the pieces together of what had happened (I had joined the incident on the news just a bit after it had happened), I was utterly stunned.

My wife awoke (having been woken up by the phone) and came out wondering what was going on. I told her someone had struck the World Trade Towers with two passenger jets. She couldn't believe it and began watching the news with me. We were both simply stunned the whole day.

It was incredibly eerie. We just couldn't believe that something on that scale had happened IN the U.S. Our shock turned to outrage as we hoped our President had the nerve and where-with-all to strike back with a vengence at those who had perpetrated this act of war.
 
I went to my dad's house after finishing for the day - I had heard nothing by this point, as I walked home. There was nobody there. I switched on the TV and settled down to relax for a bit. I was flicking through the channels, and I remember it flashed up on the bottom of the screen that there was some business regarding a terrorist strike in New York.

I changed the channel to BBC 24, I believe, and I just watched. I don't think I thought or felt a single thing for some time. I just sat and tried to absorb the situation. I just sat, completely aghast.

I believe I never really recovered for the whole day. It was rather like having concusion.
 
I watched it as it happened.

It was like some surreal insane movie...Except it was all appallingly real, in all it's chilling clarity.

I will always remember my co-worker commenting with a look of horror on his face: "This is it, this is war..."

The sadness and fear was felt everywhere, slowly replaced with disbelief that this destructive event had actually taken place.

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My granmother died around 6pm on the same day.
Thankfully, she was awake to see this awful nightmare.

To the innocents, and my dear gran, I won't forget.

A day that will not fade from memory.
 
I'm not an American, but European , Belgium.
I was a very very a little child, but I can remember me the first american boy, I saw in my life. He was on the top of an armor, he threw candies and chewing gums to the kids along the main street of my village.
He was the liberator, straight to Bastogne and Germany, where perhaps he died.
But since this day I have a debt to America. On the september 11th, I've been ONE day near my radio. I was upset, and I am sad still now.
God bless America.
 
I was working at home when it happened, and had happened to flick the TV on to check out the news - it was deeply shocking and appalling. I remember calling colleagues in the office where I normally work in London as steps were being taken to evacuate our staff from there and other offices in Paris and Chicago as well as New York - nobody knew just where else might be attacked.

It's hard to remember just how much of a shock this was - for a moment it seemed that almost anything might happen next, than no-one was safe anywhere. I guess that's part of what the terrorists wanted.

And the hours and then days and weeks afterwards were horrific too, as the reality of so many ordinary lives lost came through, past the awfulness of the numbers.

Last week, I was working in Long Island, and, whilst driving around and chatting to people, I was impressed and moved by the extent to which 9-11 is still remembered, to which there is a strong sense of togetherness and community in response to the attacks.

I guess the attitude of some of the other non-US posters here confirms that, for many Europeans, the shock and the horror have been diluted by time, and maybe by distance. Maybe it's easier not to remember, just to write it off as something which happened far away, and to insulate oneself from it by blaming the US Government - but we shouldn't do that. This was a terrible, terrible atrocity, and the reality of so many ordinary men and women dying as they went about their ordinary everyday should be remembered - and we should offer all the sympathy we can, regardless of how infinitesimal it is in comparison to the loss suffered.
 
It is said to see even a remembrance thread can lead to flaming & trolling.

It shows how sensitive the topic is. It will probably always be.
I think 9/11 outranks other sigfnificant days in history. It was not just the action of one lunatic. It was not just one or two victims. Over 3000 civilians died. People just doing their jobs and trying to live their lifes.
But it was more than 3000 lifes. It was an attack on innocent people in a free and democratic place.

We may not always agree with american foreign politics, but nobody can deny that the US is one of the most free and democratic countries in the world!


I was in Antwerp for a business meeting. I heard the news when I made a call to the office on the way back. Our office assistant informed me. I simply refused to believe her, but did switch on my radio......
 
I was working on a story, still up from the night before. At the time, I was living in Seattle. I flipped on the TV. Then the second plane hit.

I didn't go to bed for three days.

I grew up in NY. I'm enough of a New Yorker to wear pinstripes into Safeco Field when the Yankees are playing the Mariners and Jets green at Joe Robbie when the Jets are playing the Dolphins. Doesn't matter where you live: a New Yorker's a New Yorker. Soon as you open your mouth, people know.

Anyways, a lot of my friends went into the FDNY and the NYPD. And there I was, on the other side of the country, unable to get through to anyone in area codes 914, 845, 212, 516, or 718 because all the phones were flooded. I watched them fall.

I cried for days.

They showed the reaction across the world. That got me going all over again--especially when the Brits played the US National anthem at Buckingham Palace. That really got me. THEN they showed a bunch of Pakistanis dancing in the streets. I loaded the pistol, jacked a round into the chamber, flipped off the safety and was about to blast my TV with a 147gr. hollowpoint when my dog walked in front of it. She looked at me with those sad doggy eyes of hers, head cocked sideways.

Can't ever go home again--and I'm still furious.

Kill my friends? Kill the people I grew up with? You want a holy war? You got it.

I might be too old to serve, but I ain't too old to fight. And besides, I can shoot better than most of these kids anyway.

I knew about Bin Laden from the USS Cole bonbing. I didn't forget that. I'll certainly never forget this.

I can't think of a justice more fitting than public execution for him. Take his 6'4" ass and string him up by his neck from the Empire State Building.

I'll be the guy in the Jets hat dancing in the street that day--and I hope someone in Pakistan sees it.

There's an anthology, SCARS, edited by Gina Osnovitch of Brooklyn. The anthology is stories and essays written by New Yorkers for NY. 100% of profits went to the Red Cross. I've got an essay in there, "Prodigal Son's Regret," if anyone is interested... http://shop.store.yahoo.com/shocklines/scaredbygino.html


Later!

--The Clown to the Left
 
I remember I was a junior in High School. I was just coming into Chemistry class when I heard about it. After that the rest of the day was spent just watching tv. Thankfully we only had a half day that day, so I got home around noon. I then spent the next few hours watching the horrific scene on tv. Then, my life rolled on like normal, and I went to football practice.
 
I was sleeping when my brother called me with the news. It was about 4:30 am in Hawaii where I was living. I felt like I was in a dream that wouldn't end. For days I was stuck to the TV or the internet. I haven't forgotten the aching knot that I felt in my stomach. Explaining it to my 4 and 6 year old kids was nearly impossible. How could I explain something I didn't really have a grip of.
I still have a burning anger inside. I'll never forget or forgive. Yes, Nad, the bear is on a rampage. It would be wise to avoid getting in its way.
One positive that has come from the ordeal is that my longstanding, but ill defined, love of the British and Australian peoples has grown far deeper. I've always admired them for their tenacity and courage, but they've proven themselves beyond reckoning. They stood by us in one of our darkest hours when many could only struggle to contain their joy. In many ways it would have been easier for them to have stayed neutral or held us at arms length, but they didn't and I'll never forget that. Any Brit or Aussie that I meet will always drink for free when I'm around (though it may well bankrupt me......)

Padma, thanks for removing some of the more offensive posts. I came very close to getting myself banned when I read some of them............
 
I actually first heard about this as it was happening here at CFC. Got in to work, jumped on 'for a few minutes' I thought... I don't feel I need to post here what I felt that day. Plenty have described what I felt and saw and thought. I think on it enough even if it is not the 11th of September.

But this does bring to mind the posts that showed up here in the following days and weeks. AOA brought tears to my eyes with his 1st hand account. Juize brought tears to my eyes, tears of anger. That day will NOT be forgotten. Few days in my life have caused that much emotional upheaval in me. Few days have actually changed me as a person the way that day has.
 
I work in a public school. After getting a call from my wife that something was happening at the WTC, a group of teachers and students and I sat in the school library watching television, mouths agape at the horrifying events unfolding before us. As I walk campus today, I am struck by how similar a day it is today.........clear, blue skies and cool temperatures, very uncanny. No one watching those events will ever be truly the same.
 
Reposted from another forum, but still my story:

I was on my way to work (I live on Long Island), listening to Howard Stern. Suddenly, he stops in the middle of his bit and says that a plane hit the WTC. Like some of you, I thought it was a little prop plane, so I didn't think much of it. Then, as I'm getting onto the offramp, he says that another plane hit the second tower. My first thought was "we're under attack".

My boss' cousin was killed. He was, understandably, a wreck.

My wife was on the Throggs Neck bridge going up to Rye, NY to a client at the time. They closed the bridges for most of the day. My boss gave me directions to go through Connecticut to get to the ferry to take down to LI (probably would've been at least 3 hours). My wife decided to get somthing to eat before she made that trip. That's right when they announced that they had re-opened the briges, so she got home quickly.

Someone in my office had a TV, so we were going in and out of her office all day. I saw one of the towers fall. After the second one fell, I couldn't watch any more.
 
Originally posted by Norlamand
Padma, thanks for removing some of the more offensive posts. I came very close to getting myself banned when I read some of them............
It wasn't me. I have been asleep or at work since I submitted this thread. If I had read some of them, I would be banned, too. But the Off Topic Mods take this thread very seriously, and I have been gratified by their discussion of this in Staff.

I remember, when the President's plane "disappeared" from Florida, and was known to be heading West, rather than North, turning to my wife and saying, "He's coming here." While it would have been politically expedient to fly straight back to Washington, his security advisors wouldn't allow it. Not all airliners had been accounted for, yet, and the situation was still too fluid. If he couldn't return to the White House, the only obvious place to go was STRATCOM's Command Center, which was designed to function as a National Command Center in times of Emergency.

I remember trying to comfort/explain to a pre-schooler, how sometimes bad men do very bad things. I remember trying to reassure all my grandchildren that we wouldn't let "the bad men" hurt them that way. I remember trying to reassure myself of the same.

I remember.
 
Might we remember those,
Who perish of the hate of another,
That we,
Mere mortals all,
Might learn to live in peace,
To accept each other,
To heal our wounds,
And so doing come to honor their deaths,
That they,
Victims of tragedy all,
Shall not have died in vain,
But that the light of their memories,
Should lead us to righteousness once more.
May they not be remembered only in words,
Let us remember them with deeds,
That we attempt to replace what has been lost,
Yet be that effort futile,
So that it our task shall never end,
Until peace has come to all.
Naught now shall bring them back,
We must strive to hold them with us,
Let us remember,
Woe on to us that forget,
The horrors that hatred has wrought,
We must cleanse ourselves of such feelings,
So that this shall never happen again,
Remember,
Remember,
So that this shall never happen again.

Self composed. 9/11/03
 
Originally posted by lord42
Might we remember those,
Who perish of the hate of another,
That we,
Mere mortals all,
Might learn to live in peace,
To accept each other,
To heal our wounds,
And so doing come to honor their deaths,
That they,
Victims of tragedy all,
Shall not have died in vain,
But that the light of their memories,
Should lead us to righteousness once more.
May they not be remembered only in words,
Let us remember them with deeds,
That we attempt to replace what has been lost,
Yet be that effort futile,
So that it our task shall never end,
Until peace has come to all.
Naught now shall bring them back,
We must strive to hold them with us,
Let us remember,
Woe on to us that forget,
The horrors that hatred has wrought,
We must cleanse ourselves of such feelings,
So that this shall never happen again,
Remember,
Remember,
So that this shall never happen again.

Self composed. 9/11/03

Nice poem!

My birthday is on the 11th of September so I remember it very well. I came home from school and was expecting my mom with a cake in her hands or something, but everybody was glued to the telly. I sat down and saw everything as it happened. A terrible day, altthough it is my birtday.

I also think it is important to remember all those innocents who died as a follow of all the wars that were to come. 'The war on terrorism' has also cost thousands of other innocents to die. Let us not forget them as we morn on the dead from this very day.
 
i came out of the recieving room of a home improvement store to see all the cashiers sobbing out of control when they told me. it didn't seem that bad at first till i got home and saw the vidio and it really hits you.

p.s. its really sad when the mods have to view this post by post to watch for flamers:(
 
I was in my regimental barracks when it happened.
I received an SMS on my cell phone saying, “America is under attack”, and then a security officer came in and informed us that NATO was under attack.
The lads and me went to find a TV to see what the hell was going on… and what I saw, I will never forget.

I remember...
 
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