#2418 | Thursday, September 12th, 2002
One year ago, I was sleeping in my bed, in my home, with my husband laying next me, and my 6 month old daughter asleep in her crib in the room next me. We were all safe. It was around 4am when the phone rang. My husband said "A plane hit the Pentagon." He's a soldier, he got dressed and went straight to work. At 4am, this did not register. So I fell back asleep. The phone rang again at 6am. It was my sister in New York yelling "The world is ending. Turn on CNN NOW!" I followed her instructions, still oblivious to what was going on. I watched as these two planes crashed into the World Trade Center, over and over again. At this point it was already noon in New York, so all was pretty much said and done by the time I had a clue what was going on. I grabbed ny daughter, because we were no longer safe. We lived on a military base, I feared we were a target. Living on a small island, and all planes grounded, there was no where to run to. So for the next 72 hours, my baby and I stayed glued to the tv, stayed on the telephone trying to get accountability for all of my family in New York, and prayed for my husband and his soldiers. My husband did not have answers to my questions, Why? What is going to happen to us? What about all of those people in New York, my friends and family? All we knew was that the MP's oredered us to stay in our homes, and my husband was told he was going to be deployed. He did not know where, he just had to prepare to fight an unknown enemy in an unknown location, at an unknown time. I did not sleep those first few days, out of fear and out of just plain not knowing what was going to happen next. During that 6 am call from my sister, she said that this was just the "first wave" of attacks. She had more information than I. She was in New York, in the middle of the chaos. I was a million light years away, in Hawaii. The first wave? Lord help us. For the month following I lived, ate, and breathed CNN, anticipating "the next wave." In the end, my husband was assigned to security on the base, so he stayed home, although he worked in 24 hour shifts and we barely saw him for a while. All of my family in New York were physically safe, and some even left there jobs to volnteer for the cleanup in New York City. I spent $100 on bandaids, rubber gloves, bacitracin, and bottled water, and mailed them to the FDNY and NYPD along with letters of thanks and cards. I held my daughter tight and will never let her go. My sense of fear is not as great as it was a year ago. Most of that fear has turned into pride for my country. And soon, I will be in the Army as a US soldier, protecting my daughter, my family, and my country. May God Bless Us All.
Jillian R Caywood | 25 | Hawaii

#2419 | Thursday, September 12th, 2002
It was only the second week of school for my daughters. They are fraternal triplets, and had just started kindergarten.

Normally, I would have already left for my day as a teacher, but I was on maternity leave. We were in the middle of the morning rush. My not quite 1 month old daughter was sleeping in her crib. My mother called,and told me to turn on the news, that a plane had just hit the World Trade Center. I could not take my eyes of the sight. Then, the second plane hit. All the way to school, I had the radio on.

Unfortunately, I was so glued to the events, I didn't realize that my children were also listening. Usually they paid no attention to the radio, but that morning, one of them noticed the talk of people jumping from the building. She couldn't understand.

Everyone probably has an image, memory, or piece that will stick with them forever. I will always remember the heroism of the people that thwarted the 4th plane from hitting its target. I am sure I am not alone when I say that "let's roll!" will now have a more significant meaning. An image of bravery.
Kimberly Allard | 34 | California

#2420 | Thursday, September 12th, 2002
My baby daughter was just 4 days old when this awful event happended. It was to unreal to believe when I sat and watched her sleeping so peacfully and these events were happening on television in front of me.

My heart goes out to the people who died and to their families and friends and colleagues. They didn't deserve this and nor did America and the other countries that suffered. I still can't believe it happened, even now, a year on. Life must go on though for the sake of these young children who are still to young to know what happened. All we can do is hope that these children never ever see anything like this again.
Anita | 27 | United Kingdom

#2421 | Thursday, September 12th, 2002
I'm not American. America was never my favourite country; and it still isn't. But what happened on 9/11 2002 affected the whole world. At 8:46 am (NY time), it was 8:46 pm Beijing time. My mother and I watched in astoundment as we watched the first plane crash into one of the world trade towers; many of us did. I go to an international school; a mainly American one, and the next day, it was the topic of all our discussions. What had happened? How many people had died? What was going to happen? In the year that passed, noone forgot the images of the atrocities committed on September 11, 2002. At school, we have had tributes, projects, assemblies, peace patches, and songs, all in memory of those who are no long with us because of what happened that day. Yesterday, the students at ISB decided that we were going to wear red, white and blue to commemorate the one year anniversary of the event. I turned up at school completely covered in red, white and blue. When asked why I was wearing the American colours not being an American myself, I thought, It is not necessary to be American to care. The only prerequisite is to be human; and to have a heart. To those who gave their lives that day, and to those who have lost; God bless; I know in my heart that they are watching over us now.
Hui Ling Koh | 13 | China

#2422 | Thursday, September 12th, 2002
The 11th of september is a national holiday where I live, that's why I was at home with my husband that afternoon watching the news on tv. Suddenly there was an interruption of the program and a connection live with new york to show the images of a plane that had just hit the Twin Towers. As I was watching this, another plane hit the second tower. That was too much. I couldn't believe my eyes. My first thought was about the people who were on the towers that day. I didn't know what was coming next, but I thought to myself that a lot of people was going to die. My mother called me: Are you watching tv? Yes, I said and we just spent minutes there on the line, without words to express our emotions or to describe what we were witnessing

My honeymoon was in New York two years ago and my husband and I just love that city and the people. Nothing will be the same, the empty sky will always remind us of the tragedy.

That day was a horrible day, I just couldn't stop thinking of the suffering of all that innocent people: people who was working that day, who had families waiting at home, who had plans and who had nothing to do with the people who had done that monstruosity. I spent days and weeks crying whenever I saw those images on television, and I still do. And I have this sensation that none of this is real, that the towers are still there and that everything was a terrible nightmare. Words can't express my sorrow, my sympathy for all the people who suffered and for the lives of those who have gone so unexpectedly. I pray this NEVER happens again.
B.C. | 27 | Spain

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