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Nope. I did not.

Never forget.

In fact, I've been watching this site for most of the morning. It's kind of amazing to see what they were all talking about right before the breaking news and how they all react about 9:02.

How could you forget this date? The world changed a lot after what happened on 9/11

I can never forget and I will do my best to make sure no one ever does forget what happened.

Yeah I forgot, I forget a lot of things.

I cannot forget. I was holding our first son as I watched the buildings fall, and I remeber knowing that I was watching innocent people dying live on national television.

-Adam

Looks like y'all were wrong.

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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.

Was it really 8 years ago??

Was I really a senior in high school 8 years ago???

Damn.

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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.

http://maps.google.com/maps?q=September+11+attacks [ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNNTcHq5Tzk[/ame] -Adam

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.

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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.

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 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.

I had slept in that day, and was awoken by my father on the phone. I thought it was a bad prank he was playing on me, until I turned on the TV.

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).

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

I was in Gr. 10 science class, and the principal came on the PA and told us about it. My first reaction was laughter too, as if it was a mistake, and some pilot was waaay off course. But then the realities sunk in and I was mortified. I still get twinges of guilt.

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 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.

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.

Asleep in my room. Buddy of mine from the other half of our duplex came busting in my room yelling "turn on the TV" to which I replied "what, are we at war or something" (which was until that day had been my standard reaction to being woken up out of a sound sleep and told to do something). When he replied "yeah" my blood went cold.

Spent the rest of the day watching the TV.

Only year I can't remember wishing my Mom a happy birthday even though I remember talking to her multiple times on the phone.

I remembered. I just thought I shouldn't post about it, in case it turns into another political rantfest with extra douchebaggery. *shrugs*

Where was I... Hmm... I was driving home from high school. I remember I was worrying about my written French exam in my matriculation exams and listening to the radio. Radio Nova, all music all day... but when I drove past my mom's workplace, the music suddenly stopped and the channel's news reader informed that the Twin Towers had been the target of a terrorist attack. The first plane slamming into the WTC didn't make big news (I guess; I don't know for sure as I was at school at the time), but when the second did... it was on every station.

I pulled over and started laughing like a madman. It was just so goddamn surreal that my brain just couldn't handle it. I sat there, laughing and thinking "Holy shit, holy shit, this is how World War III starts!".

I was pretty much glued to the TV for the rest of the day, following the latest news about what was going on in Manhattan.

When unbelievable events happen like this, our first reaction is to joke about it while our brains absorb what's really going on. Although this is perfectly natural, we still feel guilty.

So, eHugs for everyone today.

I was in Junior High at the time. I was three months from my 13th birthday. I remember that all of the teachers had a really somber attitude that day, but nobody told us anything. That afternoon, I went home like nothing was wrong. The first news I got was at 3:30, when my friend called me in tears (he was a few years younger) about someone invading America.

I turned on the TV and watched for a bit. I must not have really understood, but I can't remember not understanding. I went to my parent's room, where my mother was sleeping (she had worked the night shift). I told her I was going to my friend's house, and briefly told her that somebody was attacking 'us.' She didn't believe me, so I turned on the TV.

When I got back home for supper, my mother was on the phone with someone from our church, about setting up the church's summer camp as a shelter for delayed travelers. Newfoundland received an incredible number of flights, since we're right on the America-Europe route for aircraft, and since we're rather remote.

One of my best friends' father worked with the Air Traffic Control center in Gander, Newfoundland. They're responsible for all flights coming to and leaving North America over the Atlantic Ocean. He said there was an incredible tension in the air traffic control center: there was a real worry that there might be a nuclear bomb aboard a (or several) plane. And yet, these air traffic controllers were landing the planes in their own hometown, potentially damning their own families to a fiery death.

It gives me chills to think about it.

I was in 10th grade. It was in second period that I learned what happened & the rest of school was spent watching tv. I have a half-sister who lives in New York & was worried if she was all right.

It's my birthday too. My friend, not knowing what happened yet, walked into class & shouted 'Happy Birthday' & handed me a b-day balloon. It was awkward carrying that balloon around & it didn't seem right so I finally got rid of it.

I was my "Junior" year of college. My first class wasn't until later in the day so I was relaxing watching some cartoons. My brother comes in and says that someone crashed a plane into the Trade Center. At first I figured it was just some tool in a little personal prop plane. Then I changed the channel and started watching. I went to school and then ran some errands. Watched the news later that night.

My mom was in Las Vegas at the time. Her flight was like 30 minutes after the second plane hit. Since all the flights were cancelled she stayed there an extra 4 days or something. Luckily her parents live there so she wasn't terribly put out.

We have a lot of planes here in Tucson. Our airport isn't terribly busy but we have an Air National Guard and a fairly large Air Force Base. There are also a lot of hobby aviators. So normally there are planes throughout the day, you don't notice them since they're always kind of there. But it was really surreal that day because none of them were flying. Pardon the oxymoron but the silence was deafening.

It's my dogs birthday as well.

Wow, what a snotty thread title and OP.

I was working evenings in the theater, wife was working a slightly early office job. I was usually home around midnight, she'd head out the door around 6ish. It helped work out day care for our, at the time, 18 month old. She only needed to spend a few hours at grandpa's before mom was home early evening.

So while the baby usually would have me up by 9 or 10ish, that morning, I got the call just after 8. Wifey called in a panic...barely able to speak, and me barely awake...:

Her: They're flying planes into the Towers, I'm coming home....
Me: (thinking) probably "A" plane but she's only lived in the city for the last 2 years now, and she is only a few blocks from their, that's gotta be creepy..."OK hunny, do what you gotta do, it's OK, I love you.
Her: Iloveyoutooigottagonow...

Me..simultaneously seeing the baby-head is still sleeping and turning the TV on just as NBC is reporting but NOT confirming a second hit.

The next few hours are mostly a blur of me starring mouth agape at what's happening to my city, my playground, my backyard. (Living in Queens, but, as mentioned, wife was working on Maiden Lane, a few blocks west of the Towers, I grew up in the City) Logged onto ICQ, AIM, whatever I was using back then to contact anyone and everyone I knew from a couple online communities, partly to let them know I was ok, more so just for the human contact. A lot of talking back to the TV in shock/disbelief. I don't remember when the little one woke up, at some point I know she did because I had to finally back away from the TV, flipped on Nick for her as they were, thankfully, showing mindless toddler cartoons..but I was focused on communicating online.

All the time I "knew" wifey was on her way. No idea where she was or if she got on a train or was walking or a bus or how far she was when the towers came down...just one of those instinctual things...it was nearly 4:00 pm by the time she made it home...

The next few days, all she could do was sit on the couch and watch the news...in shock...she was in a bad way for months after that...and even still to today, after what she saw. She copes by taking in all she can on tv..the documentaries, the National Geographic/Discovery shows...I can't....I know she lived through a lot of it in person, but for me, I lived through it through TV...and I can barely stand to watch any of the recap/memorials that way....

^ What rabbit said, the next day was so surreal because I lived under a major flight path. The noise of jets is just a part of the back ground noise. I remember stopping for gas, then I noticed there were no cars on the 5 lane street, and no planes in the sky. I don't even think the birds were singing that day.

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(Living in Queens, but, as mentioned, wife was working on Maiden Lane

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Holy shit, that was basically in their shadow.

I can't imagine how terrifying that must have been.

Where were you
when they built that Laaaaadder to Heeeeaven?

rabbitgod said:

So normally there are planes throughout the day, you don't notice them since they're always kind of there. But it was really surreal that day because none of them were flying. Pardon the oxymoron but the silence was deafening.

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^ What rabbit said, the next day was so surreal because I lived under a major flight path. The noise of jets is just a part of the back ground noise. I remember stopping for gas, then I noticed there were no cars on the 5 lane street, and no planes in the sky. I don't even think the birds were singing that day.

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This was noticable here as well - I've got two major airports nearby, but no planes, no contrails, etc.

It reminded me of the huge northeast blackout - life had paused while we all took stock of the situation.

-Adam

ZenMonkey said:

Wow, what a snotty thread title and OP.

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Wow, what an unnecessary post.

Methuselah;253051][quote=ZenMonkey said:

Wow, what a snotty thread title and OP.

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Wow, what an unnecessary post.[/QUOTE]

Wow, I can't believe it's not butter.

Methuselah;253051][quote=ZenMonkey said:

Wow, what a snotty thread title and OP.

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Going two for two then, are we?

Methuselah;253051][quote=ZenMonkey said:

Wow, what a snotty thread title and OP.

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I disagree, but am amused by your adding to the "problem."

Methuselah;253051][quote=ZenMonkey said:

Wow, what a snotty thread title and OP.

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Well, it was snotty.

I had a fight with my then wife that morning. Don't even remember what it was about anymore but after driving her to school fighting the whole way I was looking forward to some Howard Stern as I drove back home. Turned on the radio and it was all talk about the first plane crashing and I wasn't even listening as my mind was so preoccupied with the fight I was having. Took me until I was nearly home before the second plane crashed and they were talking about that when it finally registered.

As with most others, I was glued to the TV for the most part of the day after that.

North_Ranger;253063][quote=Methuselah;253051][quote=ZenMonkey said:

Wow, what a snotty thread title and OP.

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Well, it was snotty.[/QUOTE]

And I can confirm that there was, in fact, both a thread title and an original post.

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As with most others, I was glued to the TV for the most part of the day after that.

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Despite the fact that my teachers told us nothing about the attacks on the 11th, for the rest of the month they had CNN on the screen in the library, where myself and some others would gather and watch during lunch hour.

For a while they would send the guidance out with us every so often.

My story:

Was asleep till 11 am that day as I had classes at ITT Tech on M/W/F that didn't start till 1pm. I had my radio set to a music channel, so I woke up to low voices, which confused me at first. Once I managed to focus I heard something about an attack on the Pentagon, which piqued my interest, so I got up and headed downstairs to turn on CNN (Back when it didn't suck)

Almost immediately there was video of the airplane hitting the twin towers, but in my post-waking haze it looked like a missile to me, so I spent the first half hour thinking someone was launching missiles at New York, which had me a bit freaked out.

Once all of the important facts were finally listed while I was listening fully, I caught on to what was happening and called my parents.

I spent the rest of the day hovering in front of the TV, letting the whole thing sink in.

The next day at class we basically had a group therapy session, talking about it and watching the news.


My mother's flight was the very first one to be cleared for actually taking off about a week later, so she got on the news, talking about all the new security added and how she left for the airport 4 hours early and ended up with less than an hour of spare time before the airplane took off.

I was in class. Don't remember the name except it was a class around business management.
I had the dean as the teacher for this class and his secretary came in with the message about the first plane. She had no details except that a plane had hit.

During the break, since this class was a double block in the morning, I called my mom and asked her for more info. All she knew was that a plane had hit and that was about it. Went back to class with no more updates or information.

I went to a private college and they have campus wide chapel meetings every day at 11. So After the class and before the meeting, I ran over to the campus snack shop since it had the closest tv that I could access. I ran into my girlfriend and she had not heard anything at that time. We ran over and got caught up on what had happened.

Within 10 seconds, I saw the horror of seeing two planes crashing into the towers and seeing that one of the towers had fallen.


8 years later, I turned on the news this morning to see what coverage was going on with the anniversary. I saw nothing within the 5 minutes I had to watch before going to work. I saw the Early show was focused Ellen DeGeneres' being named a new judge for American Idol. I listened to the radio...music, but nothing being talked about by the local DJ's.
I haven't forgotten. Looks like many of has haven't either, but my impression from today is that there are many that don't consider today to be that big of a deal anymore.

I was just mocking the whole "never forget" thing and pointing out there wasn't a thread about it yet.

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I was just mocking the whole "never forget" thing and pointing out there wasn't a thread about it yet.

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Thank you, Charlie, for helping us to remember.


Unfortunately there's just nothing more to discuss about this anymore than recalling what we were doing that day.

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I was just mocking the whole "never forget" thing and pointing out there wasn't a thread about it yet.

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I thought about it, even had the title and post planned, but don't have access at work, and knew that eventually someone would post it.

The local fire department had their trucks out in front with a big banner, "NEVER FORGET 9/11" which was awesome to see.

On the one hand it's a horrible tragedy, on the other hand we had an incredible sense of national unity (not to be confused with patriotism - that was there, but unity is more important).

Wish we had that unity now rather than all the bickering back and forth between the replicons and duplicrats. Get it together guys!

-Adam

Forgot? ...eh? is it someone's birthday or something? My Bad

History Channel sure didn't forget. They aired a lot of programs, including '102 minutes that changed the world' a real time archive of footage from the morning. Some of it was quite disturbing, including footage of the jumpers and these college girls who screamed very distressingly when the second plane hit.

I haven't forgotten, I just refuse to let it define me. It was a horrible tragedy, don't get me wrong. However, I will continue to endure and refuse to let it change my thoughts and opinions on what is right. Those men who committed that crime wanted it to affect our judgment. That satisfaction I will not offer.

That footage still hits me in the gut. I remember waking up that morning, newly moved to Minneapolis, laying on my mattress and turning off my alarm. Then I rolled over and turned on my radio.
The very next thing I heard was Dan Rather saying: "America is under attack"
It was... quite a shocking wake me up.

Went and turned on the TV just in time to see the the first tower fall.
It was the most horrific thing I have ever seen, and I've literally carried my own intestines.
That's not said in jest, that's meant to be totally serious.

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It was the most horrific thing I have ever seen, and I've literally carried my own intestines.
That's not said in jest, that's meant to be totally serious.

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Not meaning to derail, but sometime you're going to have to elaborate.

I believe I have told that story here (well, not here, but at our various homes before) a few times... but should a thread about it come up about wounds, etc, I would happily relay it.

It's cool. I mean, unless you're carrying them right now, I'll hear it eventually then.

Sadly, I was at home, and some mates called me asking me to come over to a bar, where they were celebrating and betting where the next attack was.

The days after kinda sucked, because as I was often mistaken for an american there I'd often hear some snarky comments or jokes about it in Malay

I was in 7th grade. I guess the first plane had hit before I left for the bus stop but I was still tired and wasn't paying attention to the tv and my mom didn't mention it.

So when I get to bus stop a girl says that there was a bomb attack in New York and I was like hmm whatever... didn't really phase me.

Most of the day was normal we just went on with class but some teachers were showing it on TV so I got word on what was happening in the halls between periods and at lunch.

I didn't even know what the WTC was before that day and I don't know it just felt distant, it really didn't effect me till a year after on the anniversary when they were showing clips and I just broke down crying... I do almost every time I see videos or read about it now. As I read this thread I cried the whole time... It was just such a horrific thing, I don't get how anyone can do it... I understand killing in war, but going and attacking and killing civilians is different... you aren't just attacking those people, you are attacking their family and friends and because it was such a big thing everyone in America took it as a personal attack. It united us all under a common cause, the grief for those people and a need for vengence.

I was in the field on a company field problem. After the base was secured I was issued a 30 round magazine of live ammo and flown out to a strategic point here on Oahu. I spent the next two weeks, providing medical care for my platoon as we pulled security.

i was playing Asheron's Call at home that day.

All of a sudden, we got a server wide message that something bad had happened and we should turn on the tv.

my best friend was in the US at that time but in South Carolina so i knew he was safe... but still i couldn't help being worried as hell and almost physically sick from seeing people jumping to their death from the towers.

I was playing hooky from school by pretending to be sick. I watched it happen live. Nuts