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2004-09-11, 09:56 AM
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The faces and images you can not forget.
 NEVER. EVER. FORGET.      If there must be trouble, let it be in my life that my children may have peace. 
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2004-09-11, 12:59 PM
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I will never, ever forget how terrifying and sad that day was.
It started out a regular day for me, as it did for thousands of other people. I grumbled that I had to get up early for work. I showered and got ready like every other day, and got in my car. On my way to work, I heard on the radio that a tower had been hit with a plane. I thought some n00b in a Cessna went blind or something, and figured the pilot probably died, but thought nothing more. Then I heard another plane hit, a jet. I felt the blood in my face go white as I turned around and somehow got myself home to be with my family. We were glued to the television when we saw that another aircraft had hit the Pentagon. It was at that point that we became terrified - we were under attack - what was going to be next? They were telling us that there was another aircraft unaccounted for, still in the air. We all sat with baited breath, wondering what the next target was going to be. We learned later on that the passengers onboard that aircraft had spared disaster and took control of their aircraft. My whole family was glued to the television that day, watching in utter disbelief. Watching the people jump from the buildings, watching people run from the smoke and debris, watching that building just gracefully crumble to the ground. It was hard to believe that thousands of people were trapped inside those buildings, riding their way down to their deaths. That day, I decided to become a commercial airline pilot. Let them try and break into my cockpit. Let them try. I moved to New York City the year after the terrorist attacks, and I lived right up the block from the terrible, gaping hole. On 9/11 of that year, we had a candlelight vigil where we walked from my school past one of the fire stations who had lost so many men that day, down to the WTC site. We looked at the plaques of names, so many names. Looked at the cross formed by the building structure, looked at the crater in the ground where two majestic buildings once stood, and looked at eachother. Men, women, children, black, white, arab - we all cried. I will never forget that day. I will never forget the incredible fear and sadness, and the determination that this will never happen again. God bless each person who died, each person who helped, and each person who came together on that day. 
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2004-09-11, 01:12 PM
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I was in Algebra class in 8th grade. All the teachers were gone and everyone was sitting around talking. Kids were talking about some kind of terrorist attack or something like that. I told them that it couldnt happen. We simply would never allow it. It was a catholic school so they had a little emergency assembly in the auditorium to pray for everyone.
I didnt know what exactly happened until my dad picked me up from the bus stop. I asked him "Dad, what the hell happened? I heard the WTC got hit by a plane..." He just replied "Theyre gone." "Gone?" "Yea, just gone." Out of everyone I know, I think my dad was hit hardest by this. Hes not one to mourn alot, he didnt even cry when his dad died. He worked in the WTC for 10 years, had alot of friends from college and wall street buddies working there. He's never really told me who he knew that died in it. I can tell he's taken everything very hard. He doesn't seem very touchy about it, but Im know he's very sensitive about it on the inside. He just seems like he just needs to sit down and cry it all out. |
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2004-09-11, 01:53 PM
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Thats more or less what it was like for me... It was the second week of 8th grade... and I can remember exactly what I was doing. I was sitting at my dek helping the kids in my group with our English assignment (vocabulary or some such)... when the teacher game in and put the radio on. He seemed quite hysterical liek soemthing was wrong, he told us a plane had hit the World Trade Center. They made an announcement over the intercom and we said a prayer, at the time it was only the one tower. We all thought it was a freak accident... I remember talking to my teacher about it, we both thought it was a jet that was forced to make an emergency landing, was trying for the river, but didn't make it. Then we heard of the second tower... at this point my teacher ditched the radio and rolled the TV from the teachers lounge in. We watched the news of the pentagon... we watched the first tower fall... the girls were crying... hell I almost was too... all of us were. I lost the heart ot watch and got up and left... we had a prayer service that morning and left early... I was terrified... I didn't sleep at all that night. My house lies right in one of the approach paths for landing planes at Philadelphia International, the sound of planes flying close overhead has become natural to me... that night... it was just to quiet.
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