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SeraRelm
Looks like y'all were wrong.
Yeah, I guess I wasn't around last year here, so I guess now I'm curious what are y'alls "where were you 8 years ago" 9/11 stories?
Mine isn't that interesting, I played hooky from school and was online/watching TV throughout it all. The internet that day was really weird and there were insane rumors flying everywhere.
Mine isn't that interesting, I played hooky from school and was online/watching TV throughout it all. The internet that day was really weird and there were insane rumors flying everywhere.
ElJuski
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I was a sophmore in Highschool in Geometry class, and this kid who was taking a make-up test came in and said, "Whoah hey bros somebody crashed a plane into the pentagon or something." And we all made fun of him (even the teacher) for a solid twenty minutes until slowly the teachers got info and told us what EXACTLY happened.
One of my bigger collar pull moments, for sure.
One of my bigger collar pull moments, for sure.
http://maps.google.com/maps?q=September+11+attacks [ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNNTcHq5Tzk[/ame] -Adam
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I was at the SEG (society of exploration geophysicists -- aka the people who find oil) conference in San Antonio. Actually, I was driving there from College Station, when a normally really off-the-wall DJ (who later got fired for his actually amusing prank calls to old ladies) broke into the music and started acting really serious. I assumed it was another prank at first, until he kept going. When I got to the conference, several of the exhibitors who had big displays had removed their software demos to stream the video feed from CNN. It was strangely quiet and somber. Now, I'm not a crier by any definition, but the idea of all those people...it really got to me. It must've been on my face, because my phd advisor was there, and he put his hand on my shoulder and tried to say some nice things.
I first heard about it about 5 or 10 minutes after it happened. I had just woken up and I turned the radio on I heard a small blurb about what had happened. I have to admit it took a few minutes afterwords for the reality of what happened to really sink in. I remember when the reality first hit me it really shook me. For days I was glued to the radio and the TV my heart went out to everyone. It was strange cause on one hand it felt so far away cause I was in Lakewood, WA and it happened in NY. But at the same time it felt as if it had happened right across the street.
I was in basic training for the Navy when this all went down and up until today I have only seen a few minute clips of the 2nd airplane hitting the building, but I'm going through that archieve thing now watching it. This is honestly my first time to see full length video of this.
I was an account manager for a security company at the time. I remember seeing what was going on on TV and then getting a phone call to come up to the North Jersey office. We had guards in the trade center at the time so the phones were blowing up with calls from their families/friends.
The higher ups were also already trying to put plans in motion for us to hop across the river and help out in any way we could.
That was one crazy day.
The higher ups were also already trying to put plans in motion for us to hop across the river and help out in any way we could.
That was one crazy day.
I was getting ready for class. My clock radio was set to NPR and it turned on and I think Robert Siegel was talking about the tragedy on the east coast. I didn't think much about it, and jumped in the shower. When I got out I heard him say that a plane crashed into the WTC, and other planes weren't accounted for. I ran to the tv and watched coverage. I called my dad, and sat talking to him when the second plane hit.
I went to class. Honestly, I was completely pissed off. I went to campus with the intention of beating the shit out any Middle Eastern-looking individuals. Thankfully, I only ran into some Indians, who I glared at out of idiocy. I was mad and felt like someone needed to pay for it. It didn't make any sense, but that was my initial reaction. I'm glad I didn't get into a fight, and beat some poor kid for no reason.
My anger turned to sadness and heartbreak when I got home and watched the coverage.
I still get a littler angry from time to time when I think about it. When I went to NYC, I got pissed about it again. I still sometimes wonder if nukes should have been used in retaliation. I know it's extreme, but part of me wants that.
I went to class. Honestly, I was completely pissed off. I went to campus with the intention of beating the shit out any Middle Eastern-looking individuals. Thankfully, I only ran into some Indians, who I glared at out of idiocy. I was mad and felt like someone needed to pay for it. It didn't make any sense, but that was my initial reaction. I'm glad I didn't get into a fight, and beat some poor kid for no reason.
My anger turned to sadness and heartbreak when I got home and watched the coverage.
I still get a littler angry from time to time when I think about it. When I went to NYC, I got pissed about it again. I still sometimes wonder if nukes should have been used in retaliation. I know it's extreme, but part of me wants that.
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ThatNickGuy
I had worked late on an overnight shift the night before and was sleeping in (probably planning past noon). I woke up to hear the TV upstairs being RIDICULOUSLY loud, which is odd for my parents.
So, I go upstairs to ask them to turn it down and why it's so loud. Dad just looks at me and says "Don't you know what happened?!" By this point, I think the first tower was about to fall, but I can't quite remember.
I spent the rest of the day (day off) glued to the TV. I remember at one point, just to get out of the house and get my mind off of it, I went to the mall. Everyone there was just walking around in this blank, zombie-like state. At a RadioShack in the mall, there was a TV playing the local news and about a dozen people surrounded it.
Honestly, the whole thing still feels so surreal, but unfortunately, the government's reaction to it ("Just go back to work! Buy stuff! Or the terrorists win!" and "We'll get those bastards...so we're going to Iraq!") destroyed some sympathy for the US in general, but certainly not for New Yorkers or the families of those killed.
So, I go upstairs to ask them to turn it down and why it's so loud. Dad just looks at me and says "Don't you know what happened?!" By this point, I think the first tower was about to fall, but I can't quite remember.
I spent the rest of the day (day off) glued to the TV. I remember at one point, just to get out of the house and get my mind off of it, I went to the mall. Everyone there was just walking around in this blank, zombie-like state. At a RadioShack in the mall, there was a TV playing the local news and about a dozen people surrounded it.
Honestly, the whole thing still feels so surreal, but unfortunately, the government's reaction to it ("Just go back to work! Buy stuff! Or the terrorists win!" and "We'll get those bastards...so we're going to Iraq!") destroyed some sympathy for the US in general, but certainly not for New Yorkers or the families of those killed.
I was grabbing a bagel in Manhattan, doing my homework on my way to my Japanese class. Then all of a sudden, I realized the cafeteria I was in was empty, and then the lady working the cashier grabbed me by the arm, and whispered, "they bombed the World Trade Center!"
I saw the second plane hit on the TV in the cafeteria lounge.
I don't remember much of what happened after that. I do remember calling my roommate in panic, stumbling around campus in shock, and somehow finding myself on the roof of my dorm, 3 hours later, watching the smoke cloud.
I remember freaking out, grabbing a friend I knew from class, and crying about how all those people were dead. I spent an hour trying to call my mom (everyone on campus was doing the same), and telling her that I was fine, I'd been no where nearby (and I hadn't been, but from an ocean away it probably seemed to her that I'd been right next to it).
I saw the second plane hit on the TV in the cafeteria lounge.
I don't remember much of what happened after that. I do remember calling my roommate in panic, stumbling around campus in shock, and somehow finding myself on the roof of my dorm, 3 hours later, watching the smoke cloud.
I remember freaking out, grabbing a friend I knew from class, and crying about how all those people were dead. I spent an hour trying to call my mom (everyone on campus was doing the same), and telling her that I was fine, I'd been no where nearby (and I hadn't been, but from an ocean away it probably seemed to her that I'd been right next to it).
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The whole thing just makes me sad and angry. I wanted (and I still do) to find the people who did it and subject them to all the crying children, parents, wives, and husbands. But I know that though it may sadden them, it would ultimately be a mark of their success. I also think about other terrible events and try to put this in perspective. But the malice in such an out-of-nowhere attack on civilians--especially attacks designed to evoke fear by making nightmares come true--you can't help but feel angry.
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Chazwozel
I was in physiology class, my sophomore year of undergrad. My professor had a really, really thick East European accent, so I didn't know what the hell he was talking about when he was referring to "the two plane hitting into 'the' buildings." When I went back to my house, my roommate came running to me (he knew I had lived in Queens). "Dude, call your parents right now, New York City is under attack and being bombed by suicide hijackers. I promptly freaked out and called my rents. As I'm on the phone with my dad (who had a view of lower Manhattan from his office), he starts screaming into the phone. "HOLY JESUS, MOTHER MARY OF GOD! THE SOUTH TOWER'S COLLAPSING, son I'll call you back don't worry everything is fine with us."
I was so goddamn pissed off and scared that day, I was ready to enlist to go to war.
I later called my friend who lived in Maspeth and also has a view of lower Manhatten. He told me that his dad had come into his room and turned on the T.V. after the first plane hit. As he looked from the T.V. over to his window, he saw the second plane hit.
I was so goddamn pissed off and scared that day, I was ready to enlist to go to war.
I later called my friend who lived in Maspeth and also has a view of lower Manhatten. He told me that his dad had come into his room and turned on the T.V. after the first plane hit. As he looked from the T.V. over to his window, he saw the second plane hit.
Where was I? I was hitting on this cute girl in the campus library while she was trying to do some internet research for a paper. When the net started slowing down alot, she got up to complain to the librarian who was white as a sheet. After she explained to the girl, both of them just stood there in shock staring at the librarian's laptop. I asked what was up and they told me that two planes had crashed into the tower.
My first instinct was laughter, I thought "Damn, someone was nuts enough to do something like that?" then I began wondering who did it. So I headed home to see if there were any videos uploaded yet. Spent the entire afternoon watching videos from different angles of the planes hitting, people leaping from the higher up floors, and all those who were running during the collapse.
I checked in with a few friends on the forum I frequented at the time, who were from New York, all but one checked in (who later did) and just sat back imagining what it would have been like to watch it all unfold in person. It was an exhilarating day all in all. I remember my heart was beating fast for days afterward.
My first instinct was laughter, I thought "Damn, someone was nuts enough to do something like that?" then I began wondering who did it. So I headed home to see if there were any videos uploaded yet. Spent the entire afternoon watching videos from different angles of the planes hitting, people leaping from the higher up floors, and all those who were running during the collapse.
I checked in with a few friends on the forum I frequented at the time, who were from New York, all but one checked in (who later did) and just sat back imagining what it would have been like to watch it all unfold in person. It was an exhilarating day all in all. I remember my heart was beating fast for days afterward.
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Mr_Chaz
I hope y'all don't mind me posting my story.
I'd been at school (it all happened around 3 pm for us) and had just got on the bus home at the end of the day.
Radio's playing some old classic, can't really remember what. At the end of the song the DJ says something about planes hitting the two towers, but I wasn't really listening, never really did listen to the radio on the bus. Another song starts and I turn to a friend and say something like "Only America could let two planes get hijacked in a day," or some snide joke like that.
It wasn't until the end of the song and the DJ told it all again that I started to listen, and the enormity of it all actually became apparent. I started to feel pretty bad around then.
Short bus ride home, got in the door and walked straight into the kitchen, whole family watching the TV, I dumped my bag, sat down and didn't shift for a good few hours.
Not gonna forget that any time soon.
I'd been at school (it all happened around 3 pm for us) and had just got on the bus home at the end of the day.
Radio's playing some old classic, can't really remember what. At the end of the song the DJ says something about planes hitting the two towers, but I wasn't really listening, never really did listen to the radio on the bus. Another song starts and I turn to a friend and say something like "Only America could let two planes get hijacked in a day," or some snide joke like that.
It wasn't until the end of the song and the DJ told it all again that I started to listen, and the enormity of it all actually became apparent. I started to feel pretty bad around then.
Short bus ride home, got in the door and walked straight into the kitchen, whole family watching the TV, I dumped my bag, sat down and didn't shift for a good few hours.
Not gonna forget that any time soon.
I could hardly forget my country's national day.
8 years already?
Every time I look at the clock, and it's 9:11, I'm reminded.
When I was a kid, I didn't understand the whole "Where were you when JFK was shot?" thing. Now I do.
Every time I look at the clock, and it's 9:11, I'm reminded.
When I was a kid, I didn't understand the whole "Where were you when JFK was shot?" thing. Now I do.
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Twitch
My radio was reporting that a pilot seemed to have accidentally crashed into tower 1, and this was early in the morning here, when he stopped and said that the second plane had hit right when I got home.
I was in my first year at university, in the computer lab in the student union. I was mudding at the time. Someone logged into the MUD and used the MUD-wide chat line to ask, "Are you guys watching the news? If not, turn it on."
I switched the television set in the computer lab to the news and watched as it all unfolded. People on the MUD were sharing their shock, disbelief and horror on the various chat lines.
I remember it not really sinking in until I was walking back to my dorm room, about an hour or two later. All those people, all that death.
I switched the television set in the computer lab to the news and watched as it all unfolded. People on the MUD were sharing their shock, disbelief and horror on the various chat lines.
I remember it not really sinking in until I was walking back to my dorm room, about an hour or two later. All those people, all that death.
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Wasabi Poptart
I was living in New Jersey. I had just stopped working in Atlantic City so I could help my parents with their business. My dad was helping me learn my delivery route. It was shorter than the usual route that day because my mom was in Italy for her God-daughter's wedding and they cut deliveries to make it easier. When we got back from the route, I was heading into my house when my dad said that something was reported on TV about a plane hitting one of the Twin Towers. I told him that it must have been some kind of accident. I went into my house to clean up and turned on the TV in time to see the second jet hit.
My dad is a volunteer firefighter. He was waiting for word about whether he and some of the other guys in his company would be sent up to NYC. My mom was indefinitely stuck in Italy. And the guy I was interested in, at the time, worked in the financial district in NYC. I cried for a week straight.
My dad is a volunteer firefighter. He was waiting for word about whether he and some of the other guys in his company would be sent up to NYC. My mom was indefinitely stuck in Italy. And the guy I was interested in, at the time, worked in the financial district in NYC. I cried for a week straight.
I was asleep when my mom called me, told me some gibberish about their being a huge terrorist attack in New York. I was half asleep and could barely understand her. I turned on the tv next my bed in time to watch the second plane hit. It was fucked up. I was glued to the tv for 6 hours until I had to go to work.
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