9/11/2001

white avenger

white avenger

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(This is mostly for those of us in the U S, but if anyone else wold care to contribute, feel welcome)

I was at work. We heard on the news that an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center. Most of us in the shop figured that either a pilot had had a heart attack or there had been some sort of mechanical malfunction. Then, while we were watching, the second plane hit, and everyone realized that it wasn't any sort of accident.

I know that this sort of thing has been happening all over the world, with some group of fanatics thinking that Killing a bunch of innocent people will make some sort of political statement, and I've never understood that sort of thinking at all. Murder is murder, and there's no excuse for it. But this was the first time that anything of this magnitude had ever happened to us, and It's changed every part of our lives here ever since.
 
I was young, and don't remember it, but I was told I was taken out of school. My whole family just sat there at home, watching the news.
 
I was in school, and there was a tv on in the "sick" room, didn't really register what was happening until I got home and saw the news
 
A tragedy is always a tragedy but when it hits close to home so to speak it feels so much worse than words can describe.

I first caught a glimpse on tv (pretty obvious) and wondered what movie I had one. When I realised it was for real I couldn't handle it. I just got numb.

My thoughts go to everyone that got negatively affected by this horrible act and what goes way beyond people knowing people that died. Definitely my strongest "world event" to date and nothing I'll ever forget.
 
BuffyElevated
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I was, don't know where, and my dad picked me up with his car and we heard the news in the radio, right before the second building crashed down. I was glad (if you can call it 'glad') that at least not both buildings went down. Then the second one crashed down also.
 
I was in the student center at my university watching the news coverage of the plane crash into the first tower when I saw the second plane hit. And later the towers both fall. I remember being really scared and confused as we didn't know when it would end or what was going to happen. I was a sophomore at the time. I remember just sitting in the student center until they closed the school and then driving home while trying to get in touch with family in NY. It is a day I will never forget.
 
I was at school. I think I was a Junior. We had something a little ways from the school called the B&I Complex where we had some classes. When I got on the bus to head back to the school, I heard some students telling of how a plane had crashed into the twin towers and pentagon. Most of the teachers had it on TV that day, glued to the screens just like all us students were.
 
I know I'm not in the U.S but I have a strange connection to it. Today it's the 12th in New Zealand but the 11th in America. Today it is my birthday. So, 9/11 for us is really 9/12 and I was having my fifth birthday or something...or going to wake up to it. Wonderful, right? But it makes me so sad, really it does.
 
I was working a 12-8 shift that day, so I took lunch from 3.45-4.45 which was just as the towers were collapsing- I was one of about 20-30 people who watched it on the television sets in the window of an electrical shop in Leeds city centre. The main feeling I can remember is of wondering what happens now- by definition you can't retaliate against a suicide bomber- and I remember that evening's shift as being very quiet although I don't know whether it actually was. Most people probably weren't in a mood to ring their insurance company.

I've avoided a lot of the media coverage because I didn't think there was much that was new to say, but I was impressed with one young man who was interviewed by the BBC last week. He was one of the children in the class that President Bush heard reading that morning and he was telling the interviewer that as he's grown up, it's made him want to study international relations so that he can understand why the attacks happened.
 
Ianigsy said:
I've avoided a lot of the media coverage because I didn't think there was much that was new to say, but I was impressed with one young man who was interviewed by the BBC last week. He was one of the children in the class that President Bush heard reading that morning and he was telling the interviewer that as he's grown up, it's made him want to study international relations so that he can understand why the attacks happened.
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Wow, that's awesome and so cool. I never really thought about those kids who were in that class when Bush got the call, but that is such an inspiring story. Wow.
 
I'm watching a documentary in two parts called "september 11th: the twin towers" right now on viasat history. The first part just ended. I think it finally hit me how terrible this really was. I mean, I always knew how devastating it was, but not like THIS. to see these Interviews, hear 911 calls... I feel sick. Like literally fysically sick.
 
I was in fifth grade math class. We were playing a game called the secret number game. The way the game worked was that my teacher would come up with some scenario (usually involving the government and the CIA) and we were to help them break some sort of code or find the lock numbers or whatever with a set of clues. My teacher was about to start telling us a new scenario when he was called to the door by the principal. When he came back in he said "Planes have just flown into the Twin Towers in New York." And we were like "how are we going to get a code from that...." and he saw us writing it down and he was like "No. This isn't part of the game... this is real. I'm not allowed to turn on the TV right now, because the principal told me not to... but when you go home, you'll see it. This really just happened." The kid beside me said his mom was on a business trip up there... and the whole class just cried. We were only 10 years old, but we all understood the gravity of the situation. I remember going home and after watching the footage on the news a thousand times, I went outside and sat on my front step and just yelled. I screamed about how the world would never be the same again... and how this wasn't fair. Innocent people died that day for no good reason at all. And even though I didn't know anyone personally who died, I felt their deaths. At only 10 years old, I felt it all... and I had no idea what to do with myself. That was the day I really started questioning my religion... And on that note, the best thing I've found that described my feelings on that day is a song. It's an unreleased song by Taylor Swift. I'm linking to a tumblr post I posted with the song. It's called "Didn't They." The entire thing is a question to God about why it happened. It's really beautiful, especially when you note it was written by a 12 year old. http://zobothehob0.tumblr.com/post/10071176223/didnt-they-taylor-swift-im-sorry-traders-i
 
BananaBuffy
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Ohh....wow.
To me, personally, this was not just an attack on America but on the world as it happened to the World Trade Center. Even though it happened in New York City, I've heard stories about various Brits, Canadians, French, etc, who were killed too.

I was in class that morning when another teacher ran in wanting to watch the news on tv [we were in the AV room]. I didn't hear all of the conversation but I heard 'twin towers', 'falling', and 'New York'. I was feeling pretty sick so I went home after class. As I was walking, my shoelace came undone. THere was a lady on the front porch of her house and she had the news on. That's when I heard that there was a possible terrorist attack in New York. I got scared and sort of walked/ran the rest of the way. I got home, turned on the tv...and watched live footage of people jumping out of a high skyscraper. That's when my world changed.

A few days later, I was in bed and I woke up crying. I rushed to my mom's bed and bawled. She asked what was the matter and I told her that I could've stopped the attack. See, the month before, my aunt and I watched a movie and one of the previews was for Spider-Man with the webbing between the two towers? Also, I was reading a book by Caroline B. Cooney entitled The Terrorist. There was also one more thing that caused me a great deal of panic but I forget what it was. Anyway, my mom tried to calm me down by saying that even if I told someone, who would've believed me? That helped, but only a little. I still felt that I should've known what was going on and told somebody. I still wonder about that today.

Ever since 9/11, I try to wear red, white, and blue in support of America...even though I believe that it was actually an attack on the world. But it still happened on American soil.
 
I was in Spanish class when the first plane hit, but none of us knew it. It wasn't until the second tower fell that we even heard the news. The principal came over the loudspeakers and asked all the teachers to turn on the TVs in their rooms. My math teacher started crying. Her husband was supposed to be on the first plane. As we were all crowded around consoling her, her phone went off. It was her husband's ringtone. He had missed the plane by 5 minutes. He couldn't get the call to go through any earlier.

I just remember how it felt that day. The air itself seemed sad. The entire country was in pain and shock, and the rest of the world too. It's a day I'll never forget. My grandmother saved the newspapers from the 12th and 13th. It felt like a horrible nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. I was 13, and that event made me grow up very quickly.

I still feel for those who've lost their loved ones in an event that you can never forget. Every year, instead of a quiet reminder that most of us get, the whole world reminds them of what they've lost. I only hope those lost souls have found peace.
 
I was in 5th grade, and I was in homeroom. We were all sitting when one of the teachers came into my classroom and started talking to my teacher. Then she turned the television on. I remember sitting there, and taking a moment to realize exactly what was going on. Then I saw the second plane hit. I was old enough to understand the gravity of the situation, but in that moment all I remember feeling is shock. Shock that planes were deliberately crashing into a building, and also shock of seeing a building there one second, and crashing down the next.

In the spring, I took a class and we read Falling Man by Don DeLillo. It is a 9/11 book that focuses on a man who was in the world trade center that day, his wife and child, and then there is a section where it follows one of the terrorists up until the attack. The book began with the towers falling in the man's pov, and ends with the terrorist's pov of crashing into the tower. Honestly, it was too much for me. It was too much too soon. I know it has been 10 years, but to see it written in that amount of detail with the lives of (fictional) people and their families just made it so much worse. It was a good book, but I was just soo sad while reading it and discussing it and then writing a paper over it.

Oh, and if you don't know what Falling Man refers to, it refers to people who knew what was going to happen, so they jumped from the towers. If you want, you can google falling man and you will see very famous photos of someone falling from the towers.
 
I was in first grade and five almost six when this happened. All of my friends remember this day, but I am not able to. All I know was that the school had lost me somehow and when my mom got off of jury duty and came to pick me up I was no where to be found. It is just really sad that so many people's lives were stolen.
 
I know this is a bit off topic for the question, but today, at soccer, we sang the national anthem. We never do this, because we're rec soccer, and I thought it was a nice gesture. And instead of our team cheer, we simply said,"In memory of 9/11."
 
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brinkster130
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I was at home getting ready for school when the first plane hit and I remember hearing my dads voice raise as he was watching the news all I could make out was "somethings not right". My curiosity peaked so I went into the living rooms and started watching the news coverage with him, a few minutes later we watched the second plane hit and we instantly knew we were watching something horrible unfold.

That day at school all we did was watch the news coverage. We watched people jumping out of the burning buildings to their deaths, we watched the towers collapse, we watched as two other hijacked planes crashed, and we listened to the horrifying phone calls that people trapped in the towers or on a planed made.

That day changed our country forever.
 
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