Anyone remember when first you heard that the WTC got attacked?

Of course I have. The question was about the WTC though, not the war. And so you know, I don't support the war. There's never an excuse to kill ANYONE. I feel especially horrible that the innocent are dying. I was also only commenting on what I felt at the time. I've since seen half of the Loose Change videos which surely opened my eyes. I'm waiting to see the other one until I take my stance though. I'm not making any quick judgements. I feel sad and angry about the deaths going on all around the world, that doesn't make the deaths in my country any less important.

 

I think I was in 11th grade. I was in study hall in the cafe at 9 I believe and this kid with glasses came in and reported the news. and than the principal. it did not really hit and I had no reaction for some time

I remember my history teacher took the whole entire class to just talk about what had happened. I can't remember if he was all patriotic like everyone else seemed to be at that time. But I think a lot of my classes went on with the lesson plan. could be wrong.

I remember lots of anti-Iraq sentiments after this though, kids saying "we should bomb iraq and make iraq into a parking lot" and shit like that

 

I remember being at home recovering from surgery and being woken up by a call from my Mom who told me to turn on the TV. I couldn't believe it at first so I ran over to my neighbors and told them to turn on the TV.

 

My ex-wife and I were at home, and I turned on the NBC channel, ch.2, so that I could see what the temperature was, since they usually had the current temperature flashed on the screen. When I did, there was this live news footage from New York that looked like the city was in dust and rubble. After I had basically firgured out what was going on, I called my ex over and told her somebody had attacked the US. She started to cry, and asked if I thought that it was the Russians that had done it. I told her no, the Russians wouldn't be that stupid, that it was probably Muslim terrorists.

Shortly after we looked outside and the entire block was full of the cars of parents that were picking their kids up at the school down the street, as the school had cancelled classes and called the parents to come pick their kids up.

The area of Houston that we lived in usually has a lot of airline traffic that can be heard in the sky overhead. Everything was eerily quiet for the next couple of days, except for the occasional roar of F-16 fighter jets overhead from Ellington Air Force Base.

I kept my eyes glued to the TV (didn't have a computer yet) to find out the latest news about the whole 9/11 affair. Not too long after that, however, I found out the hard way who the real terrorists are: our own government, which proceeded to fuck my life and my family up in ways I never conceived possible. I know who the real terrorists are now. Al-Qaeda is just a minor annoyance, in comparison to the real enemy.

 

Heard about it on a school bus. grade 9 or so..

Didn't really think much of it.. just went on with my day.

 

Who did it ? :toetap:

 

Jammed fork in radio, slave to kitchen and some waiter came in and told us to tune into CapitalRadio. News unfolded but was brief. Got home, every channel about World trade Centres collapsing became very real and frightening. 9/11, a day we will never forget.

 

Only about nine (nine years and four days, if you must know) at the time - when I came out of school and my mum told me, I was just like 'Oh that's interesting'. I didn't realise how big it was. But the next day at school it turned out someone in my class's dad was on the flight after that one to New York and they didn't know if he was OK for quite a few days because he got diverted to Canada or something, and that made it so much more real.

Anyone remember where they were on 7/7? (I guess this one's for Brits only) There was a girl at school crying because she heard there was a train crash and it was on her dad's train, and then somehow someone found out it was a bomb and the news spread roud the school in about three seconds, eveyone was shouting and stuff. It was break so we called everyone we knew and loads of peoples families didn't pick up for hours. It was really horrible because there weren't actually that many people that the bombs killed but pretty much everyone was affected in some way, like they knew someone on another train that day or the same time on another train or w/e and everyone was thinking it might happen again. I guess it was the same in America on 9/11 but I was too young and it was too far away for me to understand properly.

 

When the World Trade Center was bombed in 1993, I was on a job interview in NYC.
I was unable to use the PATH train station in the basement of The Twin Towers to get back home to New Jersey.
Working in NYC I had the occaison to visit The Towers on business.
My Cousin, who also liven in Jersey worked there for a Japaneese bank.
Had a friend in a Taiwaneese bank there.

The View from the towers was breathtaking, being so tall, one could take in the entire view of New York Harbor with the boats & ships, Statue of Liberty and the immense Palisades Cliffs in Jersey which rise 500 ft above The Hudson River.
You could see all of the beautiful buildings in NYC.
The majestic bridges. Brooklyn. Govenors Island with its 18th century fort.

PATH trains came under The Hudson River from Jersey to The WTC.
Thousands came through each day. there was an exciting buzz to be commuting through, people would then walk to their buildings for work.
Down inside The Towers where the trains were was a shopping mall, windows brimming with glittery consumer goods.

Some commuters had an Hour and 45 minute train ride in.
It was pleasant and civilized on the train, going in with coffee, bagel and newspaper or catching some shut-eye. Going home it was beer and hot dog perhaps a card game.
Commuters in the outer burbs were friendly and familar, spending so much time with each other. Some guys would bang an entire 6-pac for the ride home. Smokers would all gather together in the last car even tho smoking had been banned years ago.

in 2001 I was working at the top of the Palisades Cliffs in Jersey. While driving in, the Tower could be seen with smoke pouring out, everybody has seen the images. The car radio was babbling on about the story.

Traffic on The NJ Turnpike came to a complete stop, people got out of the cars to look. It was a beautiful warm September Day. The Buildings could be seen clearly, being up on top of The Cliffs across the river from The City.
We watched the second plane hit, and eventually, in a great cloud of dust each Tower colapsed.

 

I was in third grade and the school office called my classroom and said my mom was waiting for me in the office. I wasn't expecting that, and it was a pleasant surprise. She seemed upset and we went out into the parking lot and got in the car. I asked what had happened over and over again for about a minute, and then she said that a plane had crashed into a building. I said "Great. But why are you taking me home?" When we got home we watched the news and I saw why it was so important. My mom was being paranoid and slightly moronic, saying we couldn't go outside because of gas attacks and that we had to keep the windows closed and such. I spent the rest of the day with a bag of Cheese Nips and lots of Nickolodean.

 

I heard about it from a friend that called me. I saw the second tower collapse live on TV. I was puzzled because I knew American commercial pilots would never do such a thing, even if they had a gun to their head. What I feared the most was rash precipitous action by the U.S. government, such as bombing other countries, which turned out to be true. I also figured the government would probably capitalize off of it by using fear tactics on the public, and they did.

It was bizarre not seeing any aircraft in the sky for a whole week. It was also unusual that the U.S. TV 'news' networks actually reported some real news for the first few weeks after 911. Then it quickly deteriorated into an arrogant pro-American mass propaganda exercise which has continued to this day.

Before 911, I used to visit an airport where a friend worked. I would watch jumbo jets taking off and landing and see their enormous power. I remember thinking to myself one time, 'I'm sure glad there are sane people flying those things.'

I think that this event will become a sort of Biblical myth a couple thousand years from now. It has a David vs. Goliath theme to it. Many people won't even believe it actually happened far in the future.

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I was sitting in my eighth grade social studies class when our teacher wheeled in a TV and turned on the news. The entire class was silent and we had no idea what was going on, until we watched the second plane hit the WTC.

I'll just remember one of my friends being terrified because her dad was a pilot for United. They let him call home to make sure his dad wasn't on the plane.