#1100 | Sunday, March 24th, 2002
I was at school in a room on my own with another teacher.We were doing some work together when we heard a rumour about the tragedy. We immediately went onto the net to find out more about the horrific events.It was terible. For for the first time ever I had nothing to say and my teacher was just overcome. Only 2months before had our school from england been on a trip right to the top of the world trade center.The reality of it dint really set in until i got home when it was all over the telly. Nothing else was really shown for a long time which i think was brilliant.Tribute shows were made and shown all over the united kingdom and memorial services and silences were held all over the country. The flag flew at half mast at school on the 11th and for a good few days after.I didnt lose anyone in the tragedy but no what it is like to lose a close loved one. We will neverforget-rest in peace gods angels IN MEMORY OF THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES ON SEPTEMBER THE 11th 2001. THEY DIDN'T GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT. THERE FAMILIES SHOULD BE SO PROUD because the whole world is. ENGLAND is with you AMERICA.Together we can make it.
R.I.P IN MEMORY OF THE FA | 15 | United Kingdom

#1101 | Sunday, March 24th, 2002
I awoke to a far to frequent vibrating of my two-way pager. God, it was early and there were people trying to get in touch with me. There were messages to read and listen to. There were calls to return. What was going on? I sat up in my hotel room bed and turned on the TV. The second plane had hit the World Trade Center. What?!
I took my shower and put on my slip, still grogy. I sat on my bed, wondering about my pending flight. I got dressed in my airline uniform and went down to the front desk.
"You're not going anywhere. Go back to your room," said the front desk clerk. I obeyed.I was morbidly dazed, barely breathing with shoulders slummped. By then both buildings had collapsed. I let my United dress fall to the floor and I laid back in my bed, under the shield of covers. I looked outside to see the American flag being lowered. The TV was on, my pager was going off and the phone was ringing yet there was a deafening silence. I had never seen the flag actually being lowered. And it pained me as it decended. After I felt I could return calls without a crack in my voice, I reassured my mom, my dad, my friends that; "No I am not at home. I am on a layover on the West Coast. I'm safe." After that sentence, we cried.
The next time I would pin my wings to my uniform, there would be a black ribbon underneath.
E. Brown | 27 | Colorado

#1102 | Sunday, March 24th, 2002
I was asleep the morning of September 11th, 2001. I worked very late the night before and was exausted.
I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing at about 1:00pm. It was my mother , calling to see how I was dealing with the news.
"Have you been watching the news?"
" No, well, I glimpsed something earlier about a plane hitting the pentagon and that they were evacuating the pentagon and White House, but I didn't see the sense in it. I mean it was just an accident, right? The president shouldn't be in any danger."
"Sweetheart," my mother says tearfully. " The World Trade Center is gone. Two planes crashed into both the north and south towers this morning. Not long after that, both towers collapsed. Another plane hit the pentagon, and theres another down in a field in Pennsylvaina"
I was thunderstruck. No, thats not the right word. I felt a lot of things. I don't think I have to explain them; I'm sure everyone felt the same mixture of fear, rage, sorrow, and fierce pride that awful morning. I just remember watching the news and seeing the footage of the second plane hit the tower, over and over again, and the footage of the buildings collapsing. It was heart-wrenching. I was so sad, I couldn't even cry at first, and that was the worst feeling.
I wanted to stop watching the news, to turn away from the horror, the sorrow and the fearful loss of life. But I wouldn't let myself. I kept telling myself to keep looking, and see what happened while my selfish ass was still in bed. I felt like I had betrayed all those people; felt like I had ignored them because I didn't feel like getting up. Also I couldn't turn my back to the tv, I really would be turning my back on the thousands of people who lost their lives on September 11th, 2001.
Amanda | 20 | Florida

#1103 | Sunday, March 24th, 2002
I was asleep the morning the attack happened. I heard my mother yelling to father about what was going on and I jumped out of bed and went for the T.V. and when I cut it on I couldn't believe my eyes and when I thought that it was over the buildings collapsed and I almost gasped for air. The thought of the terror attacks happening was devastating but then for the 2 tallest buildings in America to fall straight to the ground was utterly breath taking. As I seen them fall I thought of all the people who where still inside. The sad part was they hadden't even known what happened. We could see what was going on because we where on the outside but the victims don't even know what hit them. Thats the part that tears the soul to pieces. But later on that day at work we worked and watched T.V. the whole day. We shared our feelings with each other young and old. That was the one day that all our personal problems where put aside.
K. | 24 | Pennsylvania

#1104 | Sunday, March 24th, 2002
We live in Arizona. Our clock radio usually comes on at 5:50. On the morning of 9/11, we awoke a few minutes early. The wind chimes on the patio outside our bedroom door were swinging in the breeze. Usually, the sound is soothing and melodious. On this day, though, I distinctly recall thinking that the chimes sounded ominous, as though blown by an "ill wind". As I continued to awaken, I wondered why such a strange thought had crossed my mind.

The radio then clicked on to the first horrendous news of the WTC attack. Much later, I realized that my reaction to the chimes had come at the exact moment (Eastern Time) the first plane had slammed into the Trade Center.

We had moved to AZ earlier in 2001. Until then, our whole lives had been lived in the Mid-Atlantic states. I had visited #7 WTC, (the third building to go down),several times in the course of my work. Although the industry organization I visited had had the good fortune to move from #7 several months previous to the attack, I wonder to this day if my path had ever crossed that of a future victim during one of those visits.

Oddly enough, My husband and I had not felt homesick for the Northeast until 9/11. Now, we feel the need to get back "home". I pray for the victims, their loved ones, our country, and, yes, those twisted souls who would emulate these horrific acts, daily.
L A | 59 | Arizona

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