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Where was you at 9-11-2001

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I remember that day. It was around 14:30hours (local time Netherlands), when people at my office asked me the site of CNN and other newschannels. A lady told me that the WTC was hit by a plane. My question to her was: Is it foggy in America and is it a Cessna?. Than the news came on the radio. I get my answer. It was a Boeing 767. And more people asked me how it can happen (I'm planespotter, that's why people asked me). Than I drive home and watch the news. Live on tv I saw the first and than came the second tower down. Strange to see it. It looks like a movie, but a voice in my head keeps telling me: "this is real".

 

So this is a fraction of what remember.

 

Remember the people that fallen at 9-11.

 

Salute

Dutchy

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I had just gotten off of Mid Shift at 0700 that morning. I was awaken by a phone call by my wife from work telling me to turn on the TV and that something was going on. I got up and went to the living room, turned on the TV and stared at a screen with black smoke and NYC. A few minutes later another phone rang, My Flight Chief said we were now on alert and were standing by to respond to whatever we were tasked with. At the same time our Wing HQ base was lauching F-15Es with Live A2A 120s & 9s for CAP over the Eastern Seaboard.

 

 

to all those who parished.

 

a moment of silence.

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I was sitting on reserve for United Air Lines waiting for the call to go to work and cover a flight that a scheduled flight deck crewmember could not make.

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I was at work in Washington DC about 5 miles or so from the Pentagon when the first plane struck the tower.

We pulled out the mini TV we keep here and could not believe what we were seeing and hearing. Needless

to say that they started evacuating our building

after the Pentagon was hit, I opted to stay around do the mass exedus from the area. people panicing and and all sorts of stuff.

 

Now 2 years later nearly at the same I day I sit exactly

where I was then and recount that most awful day.

My heart goes out to the victims and thier families as I offer up a silent rememberance to the men, women and children

who perished that day. Let us never forget.

 

God Bless.

 

BirdDogg.

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I was supposed to be at school but instead was sick at home. I remember being woekn up by a call from my mom, then rushing down to turn on CNN in my skivvies. I watched the entire thing, all day.

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My wife called me and told me about the first strike,I was a bit lazy in getting up but turned on the tv to see the second human filled missile hit...I then knew it was no accident as my wife had said....said a quick prayer for our young Men and Women that I knew soon would be laying it on the line...

 

to those innocent souls that died that day.. I know you were welcomed to fiddlers green......

 

to our enemies....we did come for you,we WILL continue to do so..as was said by another cowboy President of this Great and Free country,you can run but you can NOT hide...

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I was in my freshman year at Brevard Community College, I found out about the mess from a guy in my Algebra class. At first I couldnt believe him, I dont think many people knew what was going on, cause nobody was talking about it, or even seemed knowledgeable at the time.

 

I dipped out of Algebra like 20 mins early and drove home to see what was going on. I wasnt shocked, since people had been telling us it would happen someday, but I was very very sad since it was clearly the most absurd tragedy to date.

 

I went back to school, and by then the admins had wheeled out tv's into the open walkways, and people were huddled around them.

 

I went to my Western Civ. class, and just sat there like everybody else... speechless, horrified, morbid, and furious.

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I had just gotten out of marching band practice and our teacher told us we needed to have an important meeting. I skipped it and changed in the bathroom. When I came out they said a plane had hit WTC and I thought, "Oh must've have foggy and asome dude in a 172 got killed" but then they two hit and I knew it terrorits but when they said it was 757 I was like, what? And then someone said a bomb or plane had hit the pentagon and I freaked. So I headed down to student naturlaits teachers room where he had CNN on and I saw both towers and the pentagon on fire, and I nearly puked. I NEVER forget where I was or what I doing when I found out. Its too burned ionto my memory. :cry:

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I was at class, it was my junior year in high school. We got sketchy reports of what was happening, but it became apparent through cell phone calls that something was going south fast. My math teacher brought a radio to class and we listened to the live broadcasts from Washington and NYC the entire time. Another teacher managed to get a TV hooked up and witnessed the 2nd plane crash.

 

The entire school quickly became flooded with news and rumors, crying kids, and worried teachers. Many kids were being pulled out early by their parents, some had no idea where their parents were (our HS was about 60-70 miles north of the city, plenty of parents working there). My father was with FDNY and he pulled me out early and then went down to search at the WTC site with other firemen from his company. I reported to my volunteer fire company's firehouse, where we were put on standby for possible duty in the city, or covering for other departments closer to the city who were supposedly already in route to NYC. Then we got word that our mission would probably be setting up landing zones for helicopters carrying casualties to hospitals in our area. However, that never materialized, because most of the people who were supposed to be trapped were actually dead. The large amount of wounded never materialized.

 

I got home late that evening, but my father searched at the site for two days straight, then went back a few days later for another shift. He might have had a 3rd shift, but I can't remember exactly. He lost a lot of friends, and I knew some of the firemen very well too. The rest of the year was just one memorial service after another; I helped play echo "Taps" at two of them, because the FDNY was short of buglers.

 

I will never forget what happened that day, or what followed.

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I was at work. Across the street. In One World Financial Center. I saw everything unfold in stark, vivid, reality. Everyone in my company (at that time I worked for Fidelity Investments) made it out alive, but not everyone in the building did.

 

The building was heavily damaged, and some of the people were standing outside watching when the first tower fell. They must have been killed instantly from the falling debris as 1WFC is a mere 40 - 60 yards across the street. Standing outside, in front, facing West Side Highway, when the building came down would have been fatal.

 

My wife, who works in the same building as I do (for a different company), was pregnant with my first child at the time. She called me from out front only 20 minutes before the building fell. I made her go around the back of the building by Foxhounds (a favorite restaurant of ours for lunch). She reluctantly did as I asked. Then she called from behind the building complaining that she could no longer see what was going on. Then the cell phone went dead... The 1st tower was falling. I went into shock. I was nearly 7 heart-wrenching hours later before I found out that my wife (and our unborn daughter) was okay. I was lucky. My family survived.

 

I had managed to make it to the GW bridge before the building fell. The sight of that will be etched into my memory for all time. I cried for nearly an hour. For all that was lost. For the people who died, their families, and for New York. Things will never be the same. Not for NYC, and not for the US, and not for the world. Everything is different now.

 

I will never forget the events of that day.

 

Remember 9/11.

 

 

-Skater

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I remember how angry the people in San Diego were when the SD Padres were so ill treated by the Yankees fans when we played ball there back in 1999 I think it was. Then when this happened, the anger all blew away. You werent New Yorkers anymore, you were Americans who had been attacked. We cried with you, and sometimes still do...I havent heard a bad word against New York since. You shoulda seen all the I love New York T-shirts being worn.

 

Your story brought tears to my eyes Skater. I am so glad that you and your innocent family made it out of all that alive. Thank God. Hold them a little closer today.

 

I was woke up around 6am by a freinds wife calling, telling me that New York had just been attacked. My first thought was, "you better have a better reason than that to be waking me up at this hour on my day off". When I said so, she said simply, "Go look at the TV". I sat there for the next 2 hours looking at the images, my mind numb, my eyes filling with tears, and my heart growing more angry by the minute. I watched live as the second plane hit. I will never forget what happened that day as long as I live. The people who did this are my enemies, its all black and white. And I will never be convinced that hunting terrorists were ever they hide isnt right. And whoever supports or comforts them.

 

God bless America... God bless those brave souls on the flight in Pennsylvania...God bless those who suffered in Washington...God bless New York and her fine American people...

 

LETS ROLL!

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I was on the way back from the dry cleaners with my Khaki CPO uniform. I am retired, but my soon-to-be wife wanted me to be in uniform for our wedding, the next day. As a result of the events of 911, we were'nt certain that the local courthouse was going to be open for business on the 12th! As it turned out, it was, thank goodness.

 

At first, I thought (as did most people) that it was just an accident.

 

And then the second plane hit.

 

I don't care how long it takes, but terrorists must be made to understand that they will NOT win their war against the West.

 

There will always be people who dislike our way of life. Fine. I can accept that. But killing innocent people is NOT the way to express such disdain.

 

Personally, I wish they would dispense with capturing the terrorists, and simply shoot them on sight. Maybe THAT would send a message to the idiots that we are not going to put up with them.

 

Navychief

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Sept. 11, 2001. I was at school. We came in from marching band, and went to our second hour classes. When we got in there, our teacher was like "Has anyone heard about the WTC being hit?" and since it was a computer class, we all got on the internet and looked for info. Since it was still early, we didn't find much. I persoannly thought it was a little cessna or something. I actually found it funny. Then 4th hour came, and I was talking to some girl in my hour, about how i thought it was some stupid joke, until she said, and I can still quote her.

 

"They've fallen. The WTC is all rubble now."

 

THAT was when it hit me that this was serious. Our class went to the cafeteria, where they had a couple TVs set up for us to watch. That was where I first saw what had happened, and saw the towers collapse. I don't think I've ever seen so many kids (mind you, a school of about 2000) so quiet and attentive. The rest of the day was filled with rumors, kids crying, people taking about their parents/siblings/other relatives in NYC. Once at home, I spent time with my squad mates in CFS1. Pretty much no one was flying, there was an unofficial "No fly night" that night.

 

What a night.

 

 

 

 

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I was at work when one of the guys yelled for all of us to come and see this..I was in shock.The next thing I know I was being called into my bosses office and told to go to the fire station(I've been a vol. firefighter for over 20 years,and had just got my medic)we have an Army ammo plant near here..so I lived at the station for the 36 hours...we even vol. to go to NYC to help find our brothers.

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