#1883 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
I was at work in my office. It was around 3:00 PM in France. My boss called me and told me to connect to the net to check-out what was going on in NY. The first picture I saw was one of the towers with a huge amount of smoke surrounding it. The news was not that clear and precise at that moment. I went to his office and we watched the following events with horror. Everything became suddenly so futile. I realized at that moment that it was a huge warning for the US but also for all the western countries. I realised that nothing could prevent such acts.
On September 10th 2002, it seems that the leaders of the western world did not realize what happened in NY City. Mr Bush and his friends are ready to invade Iraq. They do not care about what is going on in Israel and still consider Saudi Arabia as an ally. So people of LA, Atlanta, London, Paris or Berlin; get ready to get hurt. Nothing as changed. The weapons that killed so many innocent Americans on the doomed September 11th were not mass destruction weapons manufactured by Iraq but simple airplanes. So let's go to Iraq!!!
Guillaume | 29 | France

#1884 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
I was at the airport in Milan, Italy (I'm italian). The flight was at 15.30, during the firs attack. We remained 'til 22 in the evening, and then our flight to mexico was cancelled.
No images, no tv in the airport, I was shcked when 20 hours later I saw the images on tv; i was in Ny in the summer 2000 and kept on thinkin' that it could not be possible.
I'm so sad for all the victims; i hope that terrorims will be desteyed.
During the afternoon the let us going in the airplane, we remanained inside for 20 minutes the a pilot told us that there was a kind of war in ths sky above ny, flyng was too dangerous....

alessandro | 30 | Italy

#1885 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
September 11 was a day that I would remember, I got my licence that day. I was scheduled to play basketball but there was a bye, (we didn't play) so that night I went to watch volleyball at my stadium. I came home later that evening. My dad was watching the TV with an intesnse and some what worried look. I asked what was wrong, and he said have a look. It seems that a plane has hit one of the WTC towers. I looked at the TV and saw the smoke emerging from the impact site. I looked at my dad and I said to him, what was a plane doing so low? Dad, I think that this is no accident. The time is a bit fuzzy, it all happened quickly but I remember that my Dad and I were still watching CNN reports of the first plane slamming into the tower. When in the background of one of he camera shots we could see another plane. My dad says is that a helicopter or a plane? I said oh my GOD dad that plane is going to hit the second tower. No more than seconds after I said that, it slammed into the South tower. I remember my Dad and I looking at eachother almost in disbelief. We were flicking threw channels to see what the reports were saying. All of them had the same image, the WTC with the darkest of smoke coming out of it. I remember I started to think of the people inside. I started to get all teary and my breathing started to increase. Everyone knows of what events followed. The Pentagon hit, and the heroic passengers of Flight 93 who gave their lives to save others.
Then, what I thought and prayed that it wouldn't did happen. The towers collapsed. It was then that I started to cry uncontrolably. My body went cold, as I watched those Towers come down. I felt inside my soul those lives that were lost in those towers. I felt a part of my humanity detatch. I never can say enough of how I felt when this happened.
The haunting images, that even at night when I am falling asleep can still vison clearly are the people who took thier life by jumping from the WTC. The reactions from the people on the streets.
I remember it like it was yesturday. I remember the faces that I saw, the reporters that were doing their job. I remember the sound of the fire engines, police and ambulances. I remember that silence that followed when the towers collapsed. I remember the look on Pres. Bush face when he was told of the attack.I remember the expressions of the news anchors, esp Paula Zahn who gave me some sense of calm. I remember the voices I heard. I remember that night, the next day and the days that followed how I felt, what I saw. I will never forget. I lived through a day where pure evil took almost 3000 lives, I saw their death. I saw hero's go in to save lives who never returned. I saw many people's funerals, I saw many morn. I saw human existance through love. But most of all I saw New York and America rise from the dust of the WTC.
I am not an Amercian, I live in Australia, but I felt every part of New York and United States when this happened. I love America for what it stands for and one day, I would love to visit. There is much to say about this day though I think that no matter where you are on this planet we call home, no matter what age, race or religion, September 11 will never just be another day. It will be forever remembered for the attack on America but more for showing that love and peace conquer.
May all souls lost that day rest like Angels in heaven with our Lord. May all the families affected be at peace by remembering their loved one/s. May God Bless America, and all of us.
Jennifer | 22 | Australia

#1886 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
I was teaching at Walton-Verona High School in Northern Kentucky. My student aide came in at the beginning of my planning period and told me the World Trade Centers had been attacked. My eyes were glued to the TV for the remainder of that period. It was interesting to listen to the concerns of the students in our building (GRADES 7-12). One little 7th grade boy was worried that they may attack Disney World. Some of the "cool" freshmen could not understand how this disaster might have an effect on them. The seniors-----they were worried, nervous and scared. I believe they were thinking about having to go to war. I live near the Greater Cincinnati Airport and it was so strange not to see or hear any planes. The church across the street from my house was a shelter to some passengers who could not leave the area when the airport was closed. I will always remember where I was on this day just like I vividly remember where I was when JFK was shot--my 5th grade classroom.
Rhonda F.Reeves | 49 | Kentucky

#1887 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
I was in Cairo, Egypt on September 11th. We were there through the Leprechaun Foundation of Cleveland, Ohio that was funding my 21 year old brother’s “last wish” trip. I remember that we were supposed to be touring a mosque and some other sites of the city that day, but my brother wasn’t feeling good so he and my mother stayed in the hotel and my father and I went out to get some souvenirs.
When we returned to show off our gifts my mother and brother relayed what was happening. The first tower had been hit and as we watched and listened we saw the second tower as it was hit, the news of the pentagon being hit, the Pennsylvania flight crashing and so on. It was like a strange nightmare. We were so far from home and felt so helpless as we watched our country under attack. We could not get a phone call into the U.S. for hours. When we left the hotel later that day we were starred at by everyone. Many Egyptians said that they were very sorry about what happened to our country and said that they would pray for us. Some newscasters tried to interview us, but we politely declined. We did not want our quotes mistranslated and we really didn’t know any more than what CNN told us.
I remember that my brother, who was in so much pain, said, “This is the start of World War Three. I need to get back to tell Matt (his best friend) to stay in college and not run to join the service.” On Sept. 12th we saw the great pyramids and by Sept. 16th we were back on U.S. soil. Because of by brother’s condition we were thankfully allowed to go home without much of a problem. As our country mourned for its loss, so did our family as Greg left us on Sept. 21st. I will never forget what it means to be an American and how lucky we are to have the freedoms that our forefather’s died for.
Catherine Boylan | 27 | Egypt

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