#2351 | Wednesday, September 11th, 2002
I am a paramedic supervisor in Southeast Connecticut. I was in my office on the morning of the 11th, and I can remember it like it was yesterday. One of my fellow employees came into the office to tell me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I immediately went to our lounge to see for myself, and quickly the crowd of people watching grew. I was the only one in the room to see the second plane...until the tower exploded. I knew it was intentional and we were all compelled to act. A group of the managers including myself immediately started making plans to help in any way we could. We got in contact with FEMA, and were given permission to respond. We sent three ambulances, nine people total including myself. The first thing that struck me once entering the city was something was missing...the skyline had changed. It was so noticeable for anyone familiar with the skyline of NY. Once at the staging area we prepared for patients...few came. We transported one firefighter who was overcome with emotion. One event while at Ground Zero that stands out is how the crowd reacted to our ambulances as we drove back to the staging area along the West Side Highway...see, the name of our ambulance service is American Ambulance. The crowd started to shout, look it is American, and chanting USA, USA...they were waving flags, thanking us, and cheering for us. It brought tears to our eyes. Everyone was a New Yorker, no, an American on September 11. It was a very somber experience. All nine of us were filled with varying emotions. From anger, to sadness, to compassion. We are all effected to this day, and none of us go a day without thinking about it. To this day, I can still smell ground zero...the dust, the smoke...We shall never forget...remember the fallen.
Damian M. Rickard | 24 | Connecticut

#2352 | Wednesday, September 11th, 2002
I can remember, it was an ordinary day at work, shuffling papers, data entry, keeping the First Sergeant informed of whats going on with who, when, where and what. I happened to be standing in my First Sergeants office talking with him when another senior NCO came rushing back to the office to let the 1SG know that a plane, which happened to be the 1st plane, had struck the World Trade Center Tower. At that specific time. I really didn't think anything of it. Maybe an accident or something. A little bit later, news of the second plane struck. (I told myself, this is by no means an accident). Eventually, within that first hour, someone had brought a Television set in and hooked it up. Reception was somewhat distorted, but you could make out what was going on. I paused for a brief moment to see what was going on and why this terrible tragedy was happening. I couldn't fathom that many lives lost in an instant from such a cowardly, hateful act against "America". I eventually kept going about my work for the day. And I must say, that I wasn't overcome with total sadness and grief until the end of the day, upon my arrival home.
I didn't know anyone, personally, that was killed from the tragedies of 9/11. But after watching the news repeatedly showing what happened over and over again, I broke down. It literally felt like a part of me died. Just because of the thought/fact that so many innocent lives had been lost on that terrible day, was beyond my belief. My daughter didn't understand what was going on, but she knew that I was totally upset. I had to pull myself together for the evening to take care of her and put her to bed. But i dont think i slept at all that night. I went to bed crying, woke up in the middle of the night crying and got up the following morning crying. And to this day, which is exactly one year later, it is still emotionally tearing to me. But with much respect and blessings to the victims families, it's going to be impossible for these !@#$%&* to overtake this nation and instill fear and keep it there. Because life goes on. Yes, we as a nation will always remember and be vigilante. But we will never forget the day time in this nation stood still. God Bless America, this nation and this world. My prayers will forever go out.
God Bless.
Michele Reid | 33 | Virginia

#2353 | Wednesday, September 11th, 2002
I was at school when i first heard about the attacks. I can remember as if it were yesterday, walking into the bathroom 3rd period, and hearing a stretched story of the attack. I had heard that the World Trade Center had been bombed, and i didn't believe a word of it. As the day went by, i saw many of my fellow schoolmates getting picked up by their parents, and didn't notice the significant amount of them missing until lunch. About half of them were still there. Although I knew something was wrong, i still didn't know the details, and didn't hear the whole story until 7th period. Some administrator had come into my classroom and broke the news.
"The World Trade Centers have been hit" that's when i stopped listening, and that's all i cared about, until i heard the next few devestating words. "The Pentegon was hit also." That's when i shivered, knowing, since I live only 30 minutes from Washington DC, that someone i knew would be hurt, emotional, physically, whatever. i still remember how silent those halls were after 7th period.
I know a girl who's birthday was September 11th. Her father worked at the Pentegon, and i still don't know if he's alright.
When i went home, i saw the replays of the planes flying into the buildings, the explosions, and the falling of the towers. It didn't hit me until the sunday after that at a church youth group, that lots of people had died. It just took me a long time to process what these people had done to our country. But now, after a whole year after the events, i realize that it's not only a negative thing, but that's what brought the US closer together. People will eventually get over the losses, and we can't do anything to stop the past. What happened, happened, and our country was able to move on after that, and grow stronger and smarter.
Anonymous | 13 | Virginia

#2355 | Wednesday, September 11th, 2002
to america_to my american woman_to my new friends
My name is Miguel Edgardo Riveros Silva and I was born in Chile during a time of terror.My life was in danger and Americans saved my life.
The terrorists say that they fight for God but they are only sinners and criminals. They are cowards.
The pain of America is my pain. I send all my love and hope to America and to all americans.
I am so sorry and I wish I could do more to help.
My love, my woman is american and I adore her. I will protect her with my life
and with all my strength.

God bless America
miguel edgardo riveros si | 25 | Germany

#2356 | Wednesday, September 11th, 2002
On the morning of Sept.11,2001 I was working at Eng.Co.11 of the Lynn,Mass. Fire Dept.
When the news came over the T.V. that the WTC had been hit by a plane,all I could think of was that some AirTraffic Controller had made an awful mistake and then when the 2nd. plane hit the WTC I knew it wasn't a coincidence that 2 planes could do the same thing!
Upon seeing the fire I knew who was on the way there,no questions asked,and realizing they had a big job on their hands!
The danger of the WTC falling never entered any of our minds but the jet fuel made the work unimaginable!
God Bless My FallenBrothersfrom A Career Brother Who's Been There.

Norm Eddy Lynn Fire Dept L-739
NORMAN W. EDDY | 58 | Massachusetts

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