#258 | Sunday, November 18th 2001
I was at work when the word came down that the Trade Center had been attacked. We rushed to turn on a TV and my first view was of the second plane slamming into the tower. I immediately thought that the history I had learned in school could not prepare me for the feelings that came over me, like surely so many before me, in other generations, had felt before. I had to keep telling myself to calm down, that our government and military could respond and quickly get everything that had happened and anything that might happen into control. One of the most emotional days in my life, which just so happened to fall on my birthday. Like my parent's generation of Pearl Harbor, I will always remember this day vividly. My thoughts and prayers go out to all my fellow countrymen and countrywomen, especially those that parished in the attacks, the heroes that took the plane down in Pennsylvania, and all the rescuers. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!
Doug | 36 | Texas

#231 | Friday, November 2nd 2001
I had just awakened, got dressed for work, came downstairs, and turned on the local news, like I always do, to help me to wake up. I now wish I had not turned on the news...how was I to know what was about to happen would break my, as well as the rest of the world's, heart...There was suddenly a breaking news story: a plane had apparently ran into one of the World Trade Center towers. I remember turning to my twin sister and commenting how sad it was...when the second plane hit the the other tower.

THE SECOND PLANE HIT THE OTHER TOWER.

My twin sister looked at me, and I looked at her. I said, "Dammit, we're under attack," and she said, "What do you mean, we're under attack?" "There is no way two planes could run into the same building," I said, and she mentioned in a hopeful voice that the second pilot could have been so involved with what was going on with the first one...and I told her, "NO. That second plane deliberately angled in and crashed into the tower."

I had to go to work, and did not get to watch much of the news the rest of the day. My twin would NOT watch the news, it made her too upset and scared.

When I got home from work, we decided to go to church, and my twin was delivered of a spirit of fear. (She still doesn't like to watch much of the news, but doesn't get as upset if I want to see what is going on.) She went to bed around 10:00 that evening, and I turned on the news, and watched it for three straight hours. I cried like I have never cried before, and wrote a couple of poems. (I have written several more since then.)

Since September 11, I have had a feeling of incredible sadness. I grieve for the innocents lost, for their families and loved ones, and for our country...where we used to be relatively safe. Not any more...but I also have experienced pride like never before. Seeing all of the red, white and blue, hearing "God Bless America," our national anthem and other patriotic songs, the heroism of our police force, firefighters, paramedics and ems, medical teams, search and rescue teams, dog teams and their handlers, and ordinary men, women and children doing what they can fills my heart near to bursting.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!



Karla | 42 | Texas

#218 | Friday, October 26th 2001
I was at work and listening on the radio when the first plane struck. I quickly ran into our kitchen along with several coworkers and were glued to the television set. When the first building came down I cried for all the people that I knew were trapped both inside and outside. Everday since then I have said a prayer for all the victims families and friends. Most of all I say a prayer for our wonderful President that he will make all the correct decisions that needs to be made.

I am a veteran of the United States Navy. I LOVE AMERICA and everything that it stands for. God Bless...

Michelle | 25 | Texas

#215 | Monday, October 22nd 2001
On the morning of Sept. 11th I walked into my Sophmore English class where the television was turned on. I saw it was something big but I didn't know how big of a deal it was. (I just thought it was something in Pittsburgh with a power plant or something like that.) As I started my warmup I heard the anchor of MSNBC say "...this is latest video of the plane crashing into the World Trade Center..." right then I turned around and you could see the destruction of the first tower and then seeing the plane hit the second.

Which later in the day I realized that my aunt works for American as a Stewardess and I wasn't sure if she was on one of those planes or not. But later that day I called my mom and she said my aunt was in Hawaii.


Kevin | 15 | Texas

#167 | Thursday, September 27th 2001
I was getting ready for class when my mother called me around 7:45 in the morning to tell me that a plane crashed into the WTC. We thought it was a horrible accident, and I sat down to eat breakfast and watch the Today show. When the second plane hit, I dropped my cereal on the floor, I just couldn't believe it. It was like a bad horror movie, just a nightmare, it wasn't real.. I have many friends and family in New York City, and my brother was up there that day with his girlfriend, and I was so worried.. when the plane hit the Pentagon, and again when one went down in Pennsylvania, I cried like I had never cried before. I remember a time when security wasn't tight at all at the airports. It frightens me to realize how much we have all taken for granted.. and my heart aches for the families (including mine) that have lost people. My brother and his girlfriend are fine, but my mother's cousin, who is a Port Authority police officer, is still missing. I just got baptized this May - I don't consider myself a devout Christian - but my prayers are with the entire country during this time. This isn't just about the horrific loss of life, it's about the loss of a *way* of life, and the loss of innocence for many children.
Carolina | 18 | Texas

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