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#1685 | Friday, September 6th 2002
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On this morning I was going on with my normal routine, I brought my girls out to their bus when the driver told me that a plane had just crashed into the WTC, I kissed my girls goodbye, ran into the house to turn on the news when the other plane hit. I remember saying to myself those bastards (excuse me) this is no accident. I just wanted to go get my children and hold them for myself and for the children that no longer have a parent to hold them. I cried for everyones loss for days. My heart goes out to all you who lost loved ones. A family member lost alot of friends/associates there and I felt her pain as she told me. I will never forget you! God Bless You all!
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Jennifer | 32 | Illinois
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#1644 | Monday, September 2nd 2002
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Well, first of all I would like to point out that I am not American by birth, but since serving with you guys in the Persian Gulf, I am American at heart.
September 11th 2001, I was returning from Ireland by ship back to scotland when the tragedy struck. I got a phone call from my brother in Amsterdam, to tell me of the news.
I spent the next few weeks glued to the tv and radio. Couldn't beleive what had happened. Even now the size and gravity of what took place still does not sink in.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you all as the 1st anniversary approaches. We will think of you all during this difficult time
Both my wife and I would like to congratulate the United States of America in the way they have dealt with this tragedy. Since 1990 and learning more about your way of life, I have tried to be more like you guys. If the uk could follow in your example I am sure we would be a far, far better place for it!
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Michael | 32 | United Kingdom
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#1615 | Thursday, August 29th 2002
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I was in my car with my husband and son, we were on our way to work and school. My mother called to tell me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I was shocked but thought that there must have been a major mechanical breakdown. Then my mom gasped and said "Oh, my God. Was that what I thought?..another plane ran into the other tower." I felt a sensation, like electricity, travel down my spine. Each muscle tensed and I straightened in my seat. I whispered "Oh my God, we are at war." My husband was startled and I began to relay the information to him. As if in a fog, I told my mom "I love you" and ended our phone conversation. We continued on as if it were a normal day...dropped my son off at school, dropped my husband off at work and went to my office. It was anything but a normal day. I couldn't concentrate and I quickly learned that no one else could either. I work in our state capital for a government office. Everyone was tense and after about two hours, we received orders to begin evacuation of our buildings. Slowly I made my way to pick up my son and then my husband. We went to my uncle's home because it is close to where we work. We stayed with him, watching TV until late that night. The saddness was almost overwhelming. I cried...we all cried. I trembled, afraid for all of the people in the planes, in the buildings, in the United States, U.S. citizens traveling abroad, and for my sona and all of the children growing up now. On a spring trip to Chicago, my son, then only 4 years old, would not go to the top of the Sears tower and cried that bad guy would fly a plane into it. I haven't lost that fear and that sorrow.
Everywhere I went after 9-11 felt like a ghost town. Although people were carrying on with their lives, they barely spoke to one snother and when they did speak, it was in a whisper. The grief was immense and the helplessness drained everyone. I wanted to go to New York, or Washington D.C., or Pennsylvania. I felt helpless and I wanted to help in any way that I could. I needed so badly to work up a sweat trying to help, as if the physical labor would help relieve the feelings of despair, helplessness and loss. Although I did not personally know anyone who lived through or parished in this tragedy. I felt connected to them. They were doing what I do everyday. Arriving at work, beginning their day, learning of the new projects that would start today and finishing up the projects left from yesterday.
My family and I all cry periodically, sometimes the pain feels just as real as it did then. Again, I find myself needing to connect with those souls that were lost, saved, escaped and witnessed this horrible event. I feel that I really missed getting to know some very special people.
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Tammy | 32 | Illinois
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#1556 | Friday, August 16th 2002
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I was on duty as a police officer in a southern town. I remeber vividly hearing of the attack. I can still see it as if it were today.
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Aubrey | 32 | Georgia
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#1519 | Sunday, August 4th 2002
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I was on my way to work and heard about a plane crashing into the wtc, Thought it was an accident.Then in the following hours heard about the other plane ,the pentagon and virgina i was horrified and also scared.Living in a port city i thought we may be next.My day was spent just listening to news reports and feeling nothing but utter sadness and disbelief God Bless all the victims and the members of the NY police,fire and ems you are the true heros of that day.My heart goes out to the families.I felt utter sadness in days following. "HEROS DONT DIE THEY LIVE IN OUR HEARTS AND MEMORIES FOREVER" God Bless all the heros.
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Joe | 32 | Canada
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