I was a freshman in college and had just got home from wrestling practice. Very surreal, still feels that way at times.
I was 26 years old and at work on a big brush clearing job with my dad about 40 miles from home in KS on a ranch. Pulled up to fuel up the second dozer and looked up and a passenger jet was making a U-turn overhead (weird sight). I told dad hey look at that and he said something must have happened and they diverted air traffic. We turned on the radio and listened as the second plane hit. Odd part to this story is come to find out the next week the ranch owner was down from KC and came by and was telling us his daughter and son-in-law were across the street and watched the planes hit from the ground. The family owned/s a big insurance company of some sort and had one entire floor in one of the buildings and their company lost 800 employees in the attack. ....Small world....
I was working in st.Louis pouring concrete. One of the home owners on the street we were pouring came out and told us, wheeled his TV out . Then the second one hit, we didn't say much that day.
I had just turned 4 a few days earlier and I was in pre-school, I had no idea what was going on at the time.
I was a sophomore and had just got settled in to mr. Stone's history class. He came in late and frantic with fear/terror in his eyes. He grabbed his coat, and briefcase and told us all to get to the library and remember this day because history was unfolding. We got to the library and were watching the tv just before the second plane hit. We never saw or heard from mr. Stone again that year. Turns out his brother was on that first plane. I remember feeling helpless and vulnerable. Thank you to those who've posted before me that served after this tragedy.
I was at my full time job, heard about it on the radio, turned on the tv and saw the second plant hit. Left work to report to work as a Paramedic and made in to Chelsea Pier in NYC by 3 that afternoon (out of CT). Got to Ground Zero around 4 and stayed until 9/13 triaging FDNY crews searching and helping where we could. Most horrific 3 days I could ever imagine that still haunt me to this day. May God bless those who lost their lives that day. Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk 2
I was a junior in college. Just walked out to my truck and usually the radio was always on 810 sports. Well without paying too much attention it was the news and I kept flipping through the stations trying to find something different. I sat there and listened, turned off my truck, walked inside, woke up my roommate and watched CNN all day.
I was a special education teacher. I remember my principal telling me and the kids caught on. They were severely stressed and we had to manage 10-14 year old emotionally disabled kids the rest of the day...it was tough on all of us. That and my father was employed at the Pentagon at the time and he was on the side of the Pentagon that was struck. He was staying with me and my wife at the time because he and my mom had just separated. I tried calling him all day, but he never answered his cell or work phone......he came home around midnight on 09/11/01. His clothes were torn, face scratched up and his lungs were full of jet fuel. I had to take him to the ER because he could not breath and I was worried his lungs were shutting down.
Was working with a team demonstrating cutting edge technology to Centcom commanders when the news broke. As isolated the AC on radar and watched the news, got a very sick feeling of uncertainty. Within days I was overseas.
