#331 | Saturday, December 8th, 2001
I was at school about a mile from the pentagon, we could hear the explosions from there. They announced their had been terrorist attacks on the PA system, but it was durting the change of classes and no one really listened. We got to our next class, then our teacher told us what happened, then there was a big explosion, it was a secondary explosion actually, and then there were some sonic booms due to fighter jets taking off. We sat in school for 5 hours watching the news... the national guard was outside.... our school was in lockdown... a day I'll never forget.
Jacob F. | 16 | Virginia

#332 | Saturday, December 8th, 2001
I had just walked out of the CompUSA on 5th Avenue (Manhattan) when I heard all of the commotion. I saw everyone staring skyward, downtown. Of course, I turned to see what everyone was looking at. That was when I saw the plume of smoke coming from the first tower. I began walking downtown, when the second plane hit. This is when I realized that I do not want to be downtown, as a matter of fact, I didn't want to be in NYC at all. I went back to my place of business (up on 50th), and began scouring the Internet for news. That day was hell, and so was the commute home to New Jersey. All bridges and tunnels closed. I think I made it home around 2am.

But, thank God, I made it home. I pray for the families of those most affected everyday. Osama needs to die.
Sign me: EdHead | 37 | New Jersey

#333 | Saturday, December 8th, 2001
That was the day I got out of the Army! I was at home in bed, finishing up my terminal leave.
Chad L. Hutson | 24 | Oregon

#334 | Saturday, December 8th, 2001
I will not make the ususal comments except to offer my condolences to the families who have lost their loved ones. My heart and soul go out to you.
Through the years I have gotten pretty upset when I would read the newspaper or watch a tv article about taking the Lords Prayer out of schools, not saying the Lords Prayer at this particular function, and things like that. I have always sympathized with the people who protested that the Lords Prayer is important, that in a fundamentally Christian society the Lords Prayer should be said and heard, and so on.
I would be very emotionally on the side on keeping the Lords Prayer in our society. After Sept 11th, I am not so sure.
For one thing, more people have been killed in the last 2000 years in the name of God than for any other reason. Look at the Crusades as an example. We have this Christian-Moslem problem. And we Christians dont realize and dont understand this. We separate our religion from our politics, business and other areas. The Moslems do not! They incororate religion into every aspect of their lives so much that the Christian-Moslem thing is in their politics and their daily lives each and every minute of existence. We dont see it that way but they do.
Consequently, the only way for the human race to eliminate this problem and become one united entity. Only that way will we be able to truly reach the stars and make contact with other peoples of other planets. We are so far away from being able to and that is because of our petty bickering and fighting here on our planet. We need to find the ways to unite ourselves and to eliminate the things that tear us apart.
As a humble beginning I urge all Moslem to stop thinking Moslem each and every day of their lives and think of being one of the peoples that make up this planet. In turn, Christians must respect those that have Moslem beliefs.
But we must not let these differences hold us back from our destiny and keep us planted on a planet that one day will be destroyed by natural events, if we don't destroy the planet ourselves.
We need to end all this, to unite, to solve hunger, over-population, and all the problems of this planet and then reach for the stars. We need to channel our energy to do these things instead of fighting with each other.
The time is now.
thank you
gary ouellette | 50 | Canada

#335 | Saturday, December 8th, 2001
On September 11, 2001 I was on vacation on the Connecticut shore with my wife and friends. At 9 am a woman, who was sitting on the beach with headphones on, wandered over to our cottage and mention something about being the bearer of bad news. When we're at the beach there's no TV and we rarely listen to the radio. It's a place to get away from everything and we take that pretty seriously. Usually the only news I want to hear is the weather and that's what I thought she was going to discuss - the possibilty of a storm coming up. She told us that an airliner had hit the World Trade Center. We turned on the radio. We were listening to WCBS radio in New York, an all news station. As we listened the details were coming in fast but not too clear. I wandered across the lawn to another friendís cottage to see what they knew and come back. A few minutes later reports of another plane hitting the Twin Towers came in. Now the mood changed from sorrow to horror. Somebody was doing this on purpose. Then the Pentagon, then Pennsylvania. The reports flying in, the rumors. A friend who was staying with us had an uncle who worked in the Twin Towers and a brother in law who was a rescue worker in the city. She was on the phone trying to get through to her mom and aunt. At the point when the first tower fell, I searched out a TV in the cottage next door. I saw the images, the planes hitting, the tower falling. I stood in shock as the older neighbors discussed what was happening. Eventually I left and went back to my cottage and tried to explain what I'd seen to my wife. I got a few words out and started crying. The rest of the day and the rest of the week at the beach was spent listening to the radio, discussing the who and why and what do we do now. Our friendís uncle eventually made it home and her brother in law was heading for the site after the collapses. My dad was stuck in Ireland a few extra days and my mother in law in Arizona not to keen on flying back. Several times during the week I wandered west down the beach towards the beach. New York 80 or 90 miles away. I went to school there, had been up the Tower. So close, so many people, so many lives ruined. And so it begins.
Peter Donahue | 36 | Connecticut

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