September 11th
2001
9.46AM
http://youtube.com/watch?v=SgIDByJqq-E
It's been 5 years since this horrible event and the world wasn't the same as it was before since then. This thread is for the people who want to talk about the events on that very day.
Where were you, what were you doing, how did you find out etc.
Never forget.
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I hate terriorists,
In my opionion, even rotting in hell is too good for them.
In my opionion, even rotting in hell is too good for them.
I remember it quite well: I was at home from college, watching music videos, and my mom told me to turn it on the news channel...I couldnt believe my eyes!!!!
I was watching TV [it was 11pm here] and I wasn't supposed to be up, being only 10 years old, but I was watching the late news, and suddenly the smoking tower was on TV. I remember the sick feeling I got as we watched the second plane hit the south tower live.
I watched such an amazing documentary last night on CBS.
Some man who was making a documentary with the NYFD before the 11th made it. He got everything on tape. And went into the building. Was inside the building as it collapsed and got it on tape. And he survived. And was oustide when the second tower collapsed and got that. He got everything imaginable on tape. As he was inside with the fire department crew in the lobby, you could hear people jumping off the building and smashing against the ground right against the front entrance. It's so sad.
I hope all of the families involved are doing alright.
Some man who was making a documentary with the NYFD before the 11th made it. He got everything on tape. And went into the building. Was inside the building as it collapsed and got it on tape. And he survived. And was oustide when the second tower collapsed and got that. He got everything imaginable on tape. As he was inside with the fire department crew in the lobby, you could hear people jumping off the building and smashing against the ground right against the front entrance. It's so sad.
I hope all of the families involved are doing alright.
It's weird to think that it's been that long! I was on my way back home after staying with a friend in Swansea. I was changing trains at Cardiff when I got a text from my brother saying that a plane had gone into the side of the WTC, which obviously seemed like a tragic accident at the time, so I tuned into Radio Four on my walkman (as did about half of the other passengers I think!) and listened to the news all the way back to Walsall as events unfolded.
What a strange and disturbing place the events of that day seem to have led to....
What a strange and disturbing place the events of that day seem to have led to....
I was in school. I was at first year of high school and I remember being in my Geography lesson when my teacher got a message and it was about the 11/9. I remember the whole class being silent. I remember chills down my arms and legs. We were all told to walk home with someone and not alone. To keep safe. I remember going home in the car with my parents and I couldn't stop looking up in the sky, scared to death just incase an airplane came and bombed a building here.
R.I.P To those who passed away on this day. My deepest smypathy gos to the familys and friends of these people.
R.I.P To those who passed away on this day. My deepest smypathy gos to the familys and friends of these people.
I had a hard time getting online that morning. When I finally did, the AP headline was 'Plane Crashes into World Trade Center'. Just a week or so prior, a nut in a plane or parachute (can't recall) tried to pull off a stunt and failed - slamming into one of the towers. I thought this headline referred to yet another stunt gone wrong. I logged off and my phone rang. A friend's desperate voice said, "Did you hear? Turn on the news." I still get the chills when I think of the panic in his tone.
All the channels carried it. As we watched the tower smolder, we saw the next plane veer around and slam into the other tower. We went numb with shock for I don't know how long. When we heard there were other planes unaccounted for, we rushed out to get our first-grader from school. The need to be together as a family was that great.
The stench and smoke hovered for days. You couldn't walk out of the house without it smacking you in the face. But the thing I remember most about the immediate aftermath was the silence. All planes had been grounded and since we're right near La Guardia, we hear planes take off and land all the time. Except that day when it all went quiet.
http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/1426/wtclightsxw1.jpg
btw - Thanks for starting this thread, Fairy King.
All the channels carried it. As we watched the tower smolder, we saw the next plane veer around and slam into the other tower. We went numb with shock for I don't know how long. When we heard there were other planes unaccounted for, we rushed out to get our first-grader from school. The need to be together as a family was that great.
The stench and smoke hovered for days. You couldn't walk out of the house without it smacking you in the face. But the thing I remember most about the immediate aftermath was the silence. All planes had been grounded and since we're right near La Guardia, we hear planes take off and land all the time. Except that day when it all went quiet.
http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/1426/wtclightsxw1.jpg
btw - Thanks for starting this thread, Fairy King.
I remember it as if it was yesterday.
I had just started my new school year and when I was being picked up, my mum told me that two planes had crashed into the WTC and one had collapsed. I immediatley switched the TV on when I got home and there it was.
R.I.P to all those who lost their lives that day. I will remmeber you all in my prayers tonight. I will also remember the people who have lost loved ones.
I had just started my new school year and when I was being picked up, my mum told me that two planes had crashed into the WTC and one had collapsed. I immediatley switched the TV on when I got home and there it was.
R.I.P to all those who lost their lives that day. I will remmeber you all in my prayers tonight. I will also remember the people who have lost loved ones.
CNN is broadcasting THE coverage of the events in real time. So the South Tower will collapse in 5 minutes from now.
It would be cliche to say I remembered it like it was yesterday....most people have said that so far. Although it is funny that it's the fist event in my life that still brings back the physical feelings I was feeling at the time.
It was my second week at CMU....my first year away from home and my parents (although they were only 45 minutes drive from me). Things were going great, as far as the adjustment there went.
I was up at 7:30 that morning, because I was a vocal music performance major at the time and I had a voice lesson with a member of the voice faculty at 8:00 that morning. We didn't do much in lessons that day....it was only our second lesson. We pretty much just worked on vocal warm-up techniques and breathing/posture stuff. Anyway, after the lesson ended at about 8:30, I walked out and was thinking about how tired I was (I'd spent the night babysitting my drunk roommates, to make sure they didn't drown in their own vomit), and how much I wanted to curl back up in bed and sleep before my next class at noon. As I was walking away, a few other faculty members came up to Dr. Enman, (my voice prof), and I briefly heard them mention "The Pentagon" and "The World Trade Center" and "Terrorists". But I was so tired, I didn't really know what they were talking out.
Ten minutes later I was walking into my dorm room, and my roommates (2 of the 3 anyway) were up, and their eyes were glued to the TV. I remember thinking that it was strange they were up so early after the night they'd had, but then I looked over at the TV just in time to see the second plane hit the second tower, live on TV. I asked my roommates what movie they were watching, because I just assumed that's what it was. They both turned and looked at me, a deadly look of seriousness on their faces, when Carrie said, "This is real....we're being attacked".
I dropped by bookbag in the doorway where I was still standing....I couldn't believe it. My other roommate, Molly, was bawling because her father was a consultant who was supposed to be a few buildings down from the WTC for a project he was working on, but luckily he had taken that week off to do something at home. I just walked over, sat with them in front of the TV, and watched for hours. I don't even remember how long I was sitting there, all of us, glued to the TV.
At some point, someone came running down the hall, saying gas was going to skyrocket so those of us with cars had better go and fill up now, and a mass exodus of students went to go fill up. I went across the hall, to my RA's room, and just sat there, in stunned silence, at the whole thing. Eventually, I called my mom, and it was the shortest conversation of my life with her. She asked if I was watching the news, and I said yes. She said, "This is exactly how I felt when JFK got shot...you said you always wondered what it was like to remember something so vividly." My breath caught in my throat, and all I could say was, "I wish I would never have said that. I love you, Mom, and tell Dad and Ashley I love them too."
That was the only silent night in the Towers Dorm Complex at CMU. They moved the big screen TV into the lobby where the 4 buildings met, and let us take our food from the dining commons out to the lobby so we could continue to watch the coverage of the events. I just spent most of the rest of the day in a daze....knowing that I was directly in the middle of a major historical event, and emotions were roiling all over the place. They placed the International Hall on lockdown, because they were afraid of retaliation on some of the international students, but luckily nothing ever happend.
The next day, I went down to the lobby and got all 4 newspapers that they sold there, to keep forever as a memory of things. Two years ago, as part of my museum studies minor, I preserved them. I still have them, to this day.
It was my second week at CMU....my first year away from home and my parents (although they were only 45 minutes drive from me). Things were going great, as far as the adjustment there went.
I was up at 7:30 that morning, because I was a vocal music performance major at the time and I had a voice lesson with a member of the voice faculty at 8:00 that morning. We didn't do much in lessons that day....it was only our second lesson. We pretty much just worked on vocal warm-up techniques and breathing/posture stuff. Anyway, after the lesson ended at about 8:30, I walked out and was thinking about how tired I was (I'd spent the night babysitting my drunk roommates, to make sure they didn't drown in their own vomit), and how much I wanted to curl back up in bed and sleep before my next class at noon. As I was walking away, a few other faculty members came up to Dr. Enman, (my voice prof), and I briefly heard them mention "The Pentagon" and "The World Trade Center" and "Terrorists". But I was so tired, I didn't really know what they were talking out.
Ten minutes later I was walking into my dorm room, and my roommates (2 of the 3 anyway) were up, and their eyes were glued to the TV. I remember thinking that it was strange they were up so early after the night they'd had, but then I looked over at the TV just in time to see the second plane hit the second tower, live on TV. I asked my roommates what movie they were watching, because I just assumed that's what it was. They both turned and looked at me, a deadly look of seriousness on their faces, when Carrie said, "This is real....we're being attacked".
I dropped by bookbag in the doorway where I was still standing....I couldn't believe it. My other roommate, Molly, was bawling because her father was a consultant who was supposed to be a few buildings down from the WTC for a project he was working on, but luckily he had taken that week off to do something at home. I just walked over, sat with them in front of the TV, and watched for hours. I don't even remember how long I was sitting there, all of us, glued to the TV.
At some point, someone came running down the hall, saying gas was going to skyrocket so those of us with cars had better go and fill up now, and a mass exodus of students went to go fill up. I went across the hall, to my RA's room, and just sat there, in stunned silence, at the whole thing. Eventually, I called my mom, and it was the shortest conversation of my life with her. She asked if I was watching the news, and I said yes. She said, "This is exactly how I felt when JFK got shot...you said you always wondered what it was like to remember something so vividly." My breath caught in my throat, and all I could say was, "I wish I would never have said that. I love you, Mom, and tell Dad and Ashley I love them too."
That was the only silent night in the Towers Dorm Complex at CMU. They moved the big screen TV into the lobby where the 4 buildings met, and let us take our food from the dining commons out to the lobby so we could continue to watch the coverage of the events. I just spent most of the rest of the day in a daze....knowing that I was directly in the middle of a major historical event, and emotions were roiling all over the place. They placed the International Hall on lockdown, because they were afraid of retaliation on some of the international students, but luckily nothing ever happend.
The next day, I went down to the lobby and got all 4 newspapers that they sold there, to keep forever as a memory of things. Two years ago, as part of my museum studies minor, I preserved them. I still have them, to this day.
It's funny how you go about your life doing all the mundane things that you would never remember even if you could, but when something tragic like 9/11 happens, you remember every instant so vividly.
Me, I was up very early that morning (it was a Tuesday) because I had to be at class by 8 to take a history test. I was in such a daze, because I'm not a morning person, and when I got out of class around 10ish, I was walking back to my car when I overheard two guys in the parking lot saying something about New York City and the World Trade Center. I scoffed, thinking they were idiots, and got into my car and drove home.
I was listening to "Maroon" by Barenaked Ladies, and singing my heart out to every song, when I got home. I pulled into the driveway - my mom wasn't home, because she was working in Philadelphia at the time - and as I approached the door I could see my sister peering out at me. She was home sick from school that day, and she literally dragged me into the house and made me watch the news. I saw the replay of the planes hitting the towers, and I instantly thought it was a clip from an upcoming movie, but my sister told me that it was real, that people had flown planes into the WTC, and it just didn't register with me throughout the day. Even when I saw the towers collapse - live on TV - I just couldn't grasp it all. I still can't, really.
But I was in a panic because I was worried that Philadelphia might be another target. Everyone on the news was so vague about everything, so no one knew what was going to happen next. I frantically called my mom and dad (he lives down there) and kept getting busy signals, but when I finally did get through to my mom, she said that she was coming home early on the last train out of the city (it was only 3 in the afternoon) and that it was stopping in Ambler, so I would need to pick her up. I finally got in touch with my dad later that evening, and he was fine.
The rest of the evening, I pretty much sat online with all my friends - we had all just started college, and didn't know anybody that well - and started a chat room just to talk. It was nice that we could all be so many hundreds of miles away and still be there for each other. I remember that we all said we loved each other in case anything ever happened to one (or any) of us.
What a day.
Me, I was up very early that morning (it was a Tuesday) because I had to be at class by 8 to take a history test. I was in such a daze, because I'm not a morning person, and when I got out of class around 10ish, I was walking back to my car when I overheard two guys in the parking lot saying something about New York City and the World Trade Center. I scoffed, thinking they were idiots, and got into my car and drove home.
I was listening to "Maroon" by Barenaked Ladies, and singing my heart out to every song, when I got home. I pulled into the driveway - my mom wasn't home, because she was working in Philadelphia at the time - and as I approached the door I could see my sister peering out at me. She was home sick from school that day, and she literally dragged me into the house and made me watch the news. I saw the replay of the planes hitting the towers, and I instantly thought it was a clip from an upcoming movie, but my sister told me that it was real, that people had flown planes into the WTC, and it just didn't register with me throughout the day. Even when I saw the towers collapse - live on TV - I just couldn't grasp it all. I still can't, really.
But I was in a panic because I was worried that Philadelphia might be another target. Everyone on the news was so vague about everything, so no one knew what was going to happen next. I frantically called my mom and dad (he lives down there) and kept getting busy signals, but when I finally did get through to my mom, she said that she was coming home early on the last train out of the city (it was only 3 in the afternoon) and that it was stopping in Ambler, so I would need to pick her up. I finally got in touch with my dad later that evening, and he was fine.
The rest of the evening, I pretty much sat online with all my friends - we had all just started college, and didn't know anybody that well - and started a chat room just to talk. It was nice that we could all be so many hundreds of miles away and still be there for each other. I remember that we all said we loved each other in case anything ever happened to one (or any) of us.
What a day.
I will always remember it as it was just days before Erin and I's wedding. She was picking up her wedding dress that day.
I was in disbelief as I watched it on tv.
I was in disbelief as I watched it on tv.
I remember coming home from school and a friend of mine from another bus calling me and my friend round his house at almost a running pace, my coach had no idea what had happened.
We got to his house and watched at the first tower was burning, it was a shock, we saw it live as the second plane hit, i couldnt beleive it.
The world suddenly felt a lot less safe.
RIP
We got to his house and watched at the first tower was burning, it was a shock, we saw it live as the second plane hit, i couldnt beleive it.
The world suddenly felt a lot less safe.
RIP
Whenever I see the twin-tower printed on the T-shirt my friend bought for me in NY a couple of years before 2001, I feel so sad and the memory of that horrible night and morning comes back to me ( because it was broadcasted at night to morning in my country). I bought some magazines and books about that and terrorism wanting to know what was going on. But the more I read them, the more I got confused...
I'll never forget that day.
I'll never forget that day.