#822 | Tuesday, March 5th 2002
On september 11th,it was like a regular day .I got up for school,had breakfast took a shower and called up some friends. When I got into school a little after 9:00am, some of my friends were crying and I didnt know what to do or what to say to confort them.At this point I still didnt know what had happened. So about 3 hours passed and thats when I saw my friend Matt ,a friend of miune for almost 6 years,and the look on his face just made me ask around to see what had happened. I decided to ask a teacher and they had explained to me the whole terririst attack.I flipped out I was so sad yet felt a huge amount of anger and disbelief.I didnt know how to react except try to help my friends by sayin everything will be alrite. During lunch in the cafateria, a lot of ppl were cryin so me and my other friends who werent affected by any of this personally ,split up we each went to one of our friends. I Decided to go to one of my close friends, im not goin to say the name but I have known him for a long time, he talked to me about his dad and how he cant wait to, "see his dad walk in threw his bedroom door one night,and be cryin with happy tears,or just to see him with no broken bones,I just want to see my dad alive!", those are the exact words he said to me, I know for a fact because this was the most horrifing thing that has ever happened to me or anyone else.After a couple of minutes talking about how "everything will be alrite" he was called down to the office where his mother,brother,and sister were.They were all in tears ,and once he had seen them he broke down in tears too.He started screamin "why does everything shitty happen to me, my life is as fuked as a fuked up dream", and he ran out of school .He had ran all the way to his house where he had locked himself in his room for a couple of days.But I felt special because I went to his house personally and talked to him and said "everything will be alrite".He came out and as he came out he hugged me,I felt the sadness,yet anger flow threw my body as we hugged.And i think I would say that moment , I think I would do anything to have his father back.ANYTHING.
kelly | 14 | New York

#820 | Tuesday, March 5th 2002
I was on the computer on my way to college. My friend whom I was speaking online with all of a sudden said that he had to go American was being attacked. Knowing that he is a big time joker and that you have to believe half of what comes out of his mouth, I turned on the news myself. On every channel was the broadcast about the twin towers being shot down. I couldn't visualize what was going on. I never dreamed that this would ever happen. At about 830am my dad called and said he just witnessed the second plane hit into a twin tower. His whole buidling had to evacuate. I was really horrifed, scared and worried about him and many other lives that were at stake. As an American I need to feel the right to feel safe with all means. And we all need to figure out the best possible way to fight terrorism. May God Bless You All.
Samantha Vogel | 20 | New York

#780 | Wednesday, February 20th 2002
I was sitting at my desk on the North side of the 34th floor of 1 Liberty Plaza, across Church street to the east of the WTC complex. I heard the sound of a loud jet engine go overhead and saw a "shadow" out of the corner of my eye. The “shadow” disappeared briefly and then I heard a “boom”. I thought “Was that a sonic boom?!?” and I spun around in my seat and lept to the windpw to see if it was and what supersonic jets would have been flying that close and low. I looked out the window sideways to the left (westward) and saw debris shooting out from and raining down from the North tower of the WTC. I saw the smoke cloud rising, holes in the east side and fires burning. Pulverized concrete was both raining down and being blown sideways - easterly across the window. I knew it had to be a plane crash. What kind of idiot... on a clear day... As I ran down the hall to a conference room that directly faces and has an unobstructed view of both WTC towers, I had a small moment of solitude as I realized what I just witnessed and then I ran into some people in the hall and told them “I think a plane just crashed into the World Trade Center!” Some thought it might have been a bomb but I had the timing of the jet sound, the shadow and the boom burned into my memory and was convinced it was a plane crash. In the conference room and looking at the tower, large pieces of debris were continuing to fall from the façade of the building. Office papers covered the sky and the concrete wind continued. Several people gathered in the conference room and were looking in disbelief. There was an eerie silence and stillness that seemed so out of place looking at such a disaster without the accompanying emergency vehicles or their sirens. I actually reached for a phone to call 911. I knew it was ridiculous – they had to know. But until you hear them coming, it’s almost instinctual to call them. The phone was not hooked up anyhow and we heard the sirens a minute or so later. At some point while standing there in that conference room I realized that this was no mistake. This was deliberate. This was a terrorist attack. It was a perfectly clear day and it seemed unlikely to hit the WTC by accident. I was looking down at the plaza, which sits right below where the plane hit, and I couldn’t believe I saw someone walking – not running – across toward the entrance into the North tower. Even as debris was still raining down. A co-worker, was standing next to me in the conference room looking at the burning tower. Then he suddenly looked down, then turned away from the window and said “Oh my God, that was a person.”

The fire alarms were sounding. Then the PA came on and said we should stay in the building – but away from the side facing the towers. A co-worker and I closed all the office and conference room doors on the West side and then I went to my office and turned on IPTV on the desktop computer. I had just got the IPTV viewer started when there was a another very loud explosion. I looked out the window to the left (West) toward the WTC towers and large fireballs – chunks of large burning debris – were arcing out from the building toward the northeast. My first reaction was that it was a secondary explosion from the first plane. I said or thought “That's why they wanted us to stay in the building. To keep us from being outside and exposed to any debris from secondary explosions.” I left the office to head down to the conference room facing the WTC towers to see what had happened and on the way someone told me that the second tower exploded. I couldn’t believe it. I got the conference room, looked up and saw floors blown out of the South tower. My first thought was whether there was anyway the damage or fires in the first could have somehow spread to the second. It did not seem likely. Then I thought maybe it was a bomb in the second one, somehow synchronized with the plane crash. Another plane never occurred to me in my wildest dreams. I stood watching for a few minutes as debris fell off the façade of the South tower. Then I went back to the office with the IPTV. The PA now had started to announce, rather urgently, that we should leave the building immediately. I looked at the IPTV and they were showing the footage of the second plane hitting the building and narrating that fact. I was shocked. That was less than 300 yards away! I left the office in a hurry realizing that lower Manhattan was under sustained aerial attack. I still had no idea these were airliners but I realized that if they crashed two planes, there could be others. I grabbed my bag and a made a quick check for anything else I might need to take in case I never saw the office again. Then I checked quickly down the hall for any others who may have still been there. Everyone seemed to have left already so I headed for and boarded an elevator to the bottom (I wanted to lose altitude as quickly as possible). There is alot more to the day and the evacuation from lower Manhattan but I don't want to bore you any longer.

Bill Smith | 40 | New York

#765 | Friday, February 15th 2002
:: I was taking the train into Manhattan and a gorgeous blonde sat down next to me at the Jamaica Station. I was reading Variety and minding my own business when slowly people started to migrate towards the windows. Cell phone started going off, commotion. I will never forget what I said to the blonde before I looked out the window, I guess we'll have the day off. I looked out the window and people were talking to each other. Reporting what they heard on their cell phones. We all know the rest of the day. I walk from Penn Station over the 59th St Bridge to Jamaica station and took a train home to the South Hamptons.
Antonio Barba | 28 | New York

#718 | Sunday, February 3rd 2002
September 11, 2001 was like any other Tuesday in my life. I am a sophomore at a near by high school in Westchester County. The day was going just fine. 8:48am, it passed like any other minute on the clock. I was in my 3rd period study hall at around 10:00 and my principal walked in and said, “Ok guys, now listen up. If any of your parents work in the city, please go down to the main office and try and call them.” I sort of looked at him in a weird way and was thinking, “Why?” Then he told us. He said that two airplanes had crashed into the World Trade Center. He continued to go on and said that one of towers was crumbled and the other was still standing, but on fire. I began to think if my father went to the city that morning. He works in Stamford, but sometimes goes to the city. I didn’t think he had gone so I had just gone on without thinking of it. Then my twin sister came into the room crying and said that he was in the city. I ran out of the classroom. I didn’t know what to do. She said that they shut down the city and that daddy would have to stay overnight. I began to panic. My teacher tried to comfort me but it was no use. I called my mother on the telephone and she told me that the Trade Towers were gone and that she saw it live. She assured me that my father was no where near them and on the other side of the city, which he was. I came that day and it hit me like a blot of lighting. I sat there in my living room and watched what my mom had seen earlier. I saw the first plane hit. Then, I saw the second. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The then showed footage of them crumbling to the ground. It was an eerie sight that I will never forget for as long as I live. I said to myself, “This doesn’t happen in America! These people can’t do this to us!” I remember seeing a humungous cloud of smoke engulfing the entire southern most tip of Manhattan. It looked like a war zone on the streets as well and I thought I was watching something in the Middle East. Inches and Inches of dust a debris covered streets and cars. All the while, I was in awe. I couldn’t begin to think all the people that were dead or injured. In the days following the attack, I gathered many newspapers and articles. I have the first one that came off the press on the night of the attack, all the way to the first paper that says were begun to attack Afghanistan. In all of them I see people uniting together and helping each other out. That is what America is all about. These people, these disgusting terrorist thought that could break the American people, the Economy and our way of life. Boy, where they ever wrong. We are one nation, under god, indivisible, full of liberty and justice and freedom for all. No one can ever take that away. Freedom will be defended and we will prevail.
Nick Coperine | 16 | New York

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