Where were you and what were you doing on 9-11Follow

People say they never will never forget what they were doing or where they were when Kennedy got shot. I think it probly goes the same for 9-11.

Share your stories.

Me...I was at work, shearing coils of steel, listening to the radio. The whole plant was quiet. No one was working...just standing around listening for word to come. I remember saying to someone that when the plane crashed in the field...I bet it was heading toward the white house. I also remember saying to someone "this is gonna be bad"

Where were you?

Weird... I just posted about it on my lj not long ago...

I will just copy what I wrote...

[30 Jul 2004|03:38pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

while at work I keep reading the 585 pages long report of the 9/11 commission....
I already read around 105 pages and it brought the day it happened vividly back into my mind.

I remembered being in the horse stables with the twins, listening to the radio.... getting the impression WW III just started.
Tossing the babys into the Suburban, racing home and just coming back in time to see the towers collapse on TV.

Remembering how little Chad pointed at the dust cloud and said "`iiiig!" (big) .

Remembering how we decorated the frontyard with little cocktail pick flags the next day while the twins were napping.
When Chad woke up he saw them and started running towards them to pull them out.
I grabbed him and said "There a people with big bubus. Do you want them to be sad?"
He said "nooooooo!"
And I said "Then we don´t touch the flags, ok?"
He didn´t touched them.

15 minutes later his brother Garrett woke up. Saw the flags and started running.
I went after him, but Chad was faster. He got to Garrett, pulled and tugged on his T-Shirt and yelled

"NoNo Gaga (Garrett) ! Bubu! Nono `ad!!"

Both never touched the flags again until we pulled them back out a week later.

Mind.... the twins were 1 year and 11 months back then.


Remembering... that I planned to fly home that day. With a stop over in NYC. But couldn´t change my flight due to Au Pair regulations.

Thinking back I was probably way to busy to be posting, but I may have posted the next day.

I was also hung over because my birthday is 9/10.

I was on my way to work, heard it on the radio, then got a phone call from my mother saying that that nobody could get in touch with my uncle (Commodities Exchange), and that my cousins' husband had called her to say he loved her and goodbye, he worked at Cantor Fitzgerald and the floor was filling with smoke.

My uncle made it over to the West Side highway and got on a random boat ferrying people to New Jersey but wasn't able to get in contact with any of the family until after 5pm (we had experienced the same thing in 1993 when the bomb went off in the parking garage). He lost 4 of his employees that day.

I was at work about 20 miles away and we all went on the roof and smoked cigarettes (even the people who didn't smoke) and made frantic phone calls while listening to the radio and trying to make phone calls.


btw, I was in the lunchroom of my elementary school when the challenger blew up in 1986.

edit: The plume of smoke rising from the towers was clearly identifiable from 20 miles away.

Edited, Mon Aug 2 12:47:10 2004 by Bigkillian

At the time, I still lived with my parents. I was in my room getting dressed for work when my mom rushed in and told me to trn to NBC, or ABC, or whatever. It was on every major channel, like it mattered which one I chose. Anyways, at this time only one building had been hit. My first thoughts are something like "I know this is going to be something huge", but I didn't yet know what it was all about.

So I head off to work. At that time, I worked at Circuit City. We spent the whole morning in the video section watching it on TV. Everyone was arguing over what it was about, who did it, how could this have happened.....At some point, my boss made us get to work. I remember helping customers and having thoughts like "Are we going to war? Will there be a draft? Is the whole nation in danger?" I think everyone felt a bit vulnerable at that moment. I felt like we could be attacked any second and there was nothing that we could do about that.

Immediately following those feeling of fear and insecurity, I began to feel very angry, because I began to think about the deaths that had just happened. I know many of you here don't believe in God, but imagine that you did. The thought that so many people had just entered eternity at that moment, either to eternal paradise or eternal damnation, was pretty overwhelming. I mean, when the plane crashed, you literally saw hundreds of people die instantaneously. Crazy......


Hosswarrior, I noticed that you said that you were shearing coils of steel. Might I ask where you live and what company you work for? Just out of curiosity.


Edited, Mon Aug 2 13:33:46 2004 by Deathfromtheskies

I was a junior in college and I had just gotten off from my third shift job and I was at home getting ready to leave to go to class. Throughout the day everyone seemed to be in disarray. Its was very difficult to concentrate in any class because one person would end up sbbing and that would lead to an utter cry fest in each class... because most of us had realized what might ensue....a draft, many deaths, families broken. Life as we all knew it was about to change in a way we hadnt been accustomed to as our parents had to deal with the same with the Vietnam war. It was very surreal and a very bleak time for me...as well as many of you that weer old enough to have it effect your everyday lives, as a ominance of death and destruction had filled our countrys veiw.

Wow, someones got some issues...

anyways, why dont we keep on subject and just try and discuss our experiences and try and relate them in a dignafied manor... This event effected us all and to see how it effected others who have the same interest as you can be very theraputic.

i was in math class, we were learning about 2 step equations. I was in 7th grade. My teacher told me what happened.

7:30 am, PST, I was awaking to go about my day at work. I looked at my monitor (I always left the tv running thru my comp while I sleep) and I saw a split window live feed of what I recognized as the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center and the Pentagon shaped structure of the Pentagon... both aflame and blazing away.

I rubbed my eyes to see if I was truely awake, and as I could feel the crust brush away from my eye linings, I still could not believe what I was seeing was news worthy. I flipped the channel to find it was indeed fact, not fiction, and was covered by nearly every television network there was.

I went onto work, and while in our breakfast meeting at the near-by deli, we watched the towers collapse and decided it was appropriate to return home rather than begin our day of door to door work. I went home in remorse and chatted with many other awestruck individuals in a general chat room. Some dumb asshat came in claiming to be Bin Laden and claiming responsibility of the attacks and stating US deserved it and yada yada... needless to say, there were many anonymous tips to the FBI on that chatter. Internet Anonymitity only goes sooo far...

Being English the first plane hit early afternoon our time, i was hosing down the warehouse floor at the time.

It's a pretty big warehouse <supplies the entire naval base so it has to be> and some chef from the building next door shouted accross to the two of us that 'A plane just hit the second tower!'.

We had no idea what he was talking about, we finished up and walked back to the office upstairs and everone was just sat around staring at nothing and the Warrent Officer was on the phone really serious.

We had to lock down the base to security state Amber which is immenant but not imeadiate threat. It was a very tence time, i did not enjoy the feeling at the time because no one knew what had happen or who had done it.

I managed to get home in time to see the second tower fall, my girlfriend <now my wife> and I just sat and watched, it was to important an event to miss.

I found out later when i finally got through to my mother that my cousin was missing, She got the subway that went under the WTS i believe.

Luckily she was above ground when the first plane hit and got to safety but with the mobile phone network shot to hell she took 12 hours to get in touch with my Aunt.

It was my day off, i planned on sleeping in. Someone woke me up to tell me that a plane had crashed into the world trade center.

I told them to **** off. Everyone left the house, i couldnt fall back asleep so i got up and poured myself a bowl of cheerios then sat down and turned on CNN to see what was up just in time for the second plane to hit.

I spent the rest of the day just watching the news and such.

Was sleeping in my dorm room. My Grandma called me and woke me up to tell me about it. Skipped classes and watched TV all day.

woke up before my alarm, with a weird feeling, quiet all around me. went to my moms room and saw the first tower on fire. damn thats a pretty bad accident. what if its a terrorist attack. BOOM. it is. and that was it. i knew, its all f'd up now. work sucks, but that had to be the worst monday ever for the lives of those there and the lives related to those that were there. innocent lives lost, because two guilty forces had started a quiet war long before, and now, we can hear it, aloud. and the screams are deafening, and they cant be ignored. it will affect me, and in the future it will affect my kids if i have any.

i have to quote something from a comedian, from a silly movie, yet it expresses a real feeling and is very true:
"war is hell, and the last thing we want is a fight."
jim carrey, ace ventura: when nature calls