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#630 | Monday, January 14th, 2002
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I was visiting my mom in Arizona when my sister woke me up to tell me that America was attacked. At first I thought I was dreaming, but the look on my sister's face quickly brought me to my senses. She told me that the WTC and the Pentagon were hit. I quickly went downstairs and watched the news with her. I called my husband, who is in the US Marine Corps, to see if he had heard. He was sleeping when I called and hadn't heard anything about it. As soon as I told him he said, "Oh, My God." He started to watch the news and he said, "This is bad", which scared me even more. I was 8 months pregnant at the time, and all I could think about was we were going to war!!! I was scared for my unborn baby and for my family. I watched the second plane crash into the WTC and I saw live the collapse of both towers. I wept for the innocent victims killed, and was filled with anger for the attackers. This is one day I will never forget. We need to pray for times such as these! GOD BLESS AMERICA!
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Sheree | 20 | California
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#631 | Monday, January 14th, 2002
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I was at work on September 11th. I came across my boss and a co-worker saying a plane hit the WTC. I was in shock. What a tragedy. I left work to go sit in my truck and listen to the news. I heard a second plane had hit and the Pentagon had been hit. It hit me like a ton of bricks...my home was under attack. My eyes swelled with tears while my heart filled with pride as news gathered about my fellow AMERICANS being heros. I went home and tried not to look at the images on the TV. At first glance I lost control, I have not been close to the same since. I will never feel the way I felt when I awoke that day. And yet I can only think of my fellow Americans, lost, living, and yet to know. God bless AMERICA and her heros.
AMERICAN made, AMERICAN till I die.
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Joshua | 21 | Maine
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#632 | Tuesday, January 15th, 2002
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I think this site is an excellent idea. I'm from England, and therefore watched the horrors of september 11th on the television.
Im 15 years old, so when the twin towers and the pentagon were attacked I was at school (it was about 2pm at the time of the attacks over here), so I only found out when I came home and my sister was watching t.v. At first I wasent really sure what to think, to be honest I had never heard of the world trade centres before that day. But then I realised the sheer scale, it was mind-blowing. I don't think I have cried so much in my life. It breaks your heart seeing all the pictures on the news, firemen, policemen, volunteers, survivors, ground zero, and the memorials.
But I feel lucky. Although there is so much hate in Afghanistan and other places, I feel lucky that I am witnessing so much love, support and friendship, in a time when we all need that more than anything. God Bless America.
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Suzie | 15 | United Kingdom
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#633 | Tuesday, January 15th, 2002
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I was giving myself a once over as my cat watched me from the window. I heard an earth shattering crash and my windows rattled and building shook (like a sonic boom of a landing space shuttle only bigger and louder). My cat was startled and so was I, but I shrugged it off as perhaps a car accident right below my window. I rushed down the stairs in my usual morning craze, relatively unstartled by the previous noise I heard and one block later I had forgotten it but not for the couple dozen people seemingly frozen on the street corner looking SW. As I looked up, I saw the sky filled with a thick grey smoke and what seemed to be millions of birds (I later realized these were not birds but papers). Suddenly a couple of cops from the subway station ran up and yelled "Naw man it was an explosion!!". My imaginaative mind raced with curiousity and a little bit of fear, perhaps it was a boiler explosion...yes thats definitely it, tragic tragic yes...hm...For one fleeting moment I hesitated to go into the subway (sometimes the subway gets whack if accidents happen above, you just never know) but NEVER NEVER was I guessing that it involved the WTC, let alone terrorists.
-I am sorry this is long winded but it is a part of my healing process to recall what happened, because I cannot get it out of my head, everyday I relive this and I hope someday soon, I can put it to rest-
I took the train to Broadway/Lafayette and transfered for the uptown 6 at Bleecker. When I got upstairs there were about a hundred people on the street corner, their mouthes gaping. Confusion, paralysis, seemed to have inflicted each person and we all just sort of stood there but I still did not know what happened. Getting the feeling it was pretty bad, I asked a lovely woman, "What building is it?"... She could hardly speak at all but she managed "It is the WTC, one tower was hit by a plane I just watched it on the news as I left..." I was shaking, I thought it was a joke but I knew it was not. I wass ssoooooooo confused that after five minutes of just standing there I got on the 6 train. I will never forget the train that morning. Everyone seemed on the verge of fainting. A grown business man looked close to death. Noone knew if it was an accident. noone knew anything. Noone could think about death because we were still stuck on the fact that a plane hit the building. I got to 86th street and saw a group of people huddled by a radio at the corner store. I tried to listen but it was impossible. All I heard was that another plane hit the other tower. It happened while I was on the train, in disbelief, still unsuspecting. When I got to work I could find noone. The phones were completely jammed and I could not reach my boyfriend. I was panicking. I could hardly see. My head spun and spun. I tried to do some work, but when I made a phone call, I was overcome with guilt for having made the call. I turned the radio on and a plane had hit the Pentagon. Now I was shot to another planet. The blows kept coming and with everyone I became more and more unsure of anything being real or fake or true or false. My boss arrived, likened it to Pearl Harbor, gave me a list of things to do and went out again expecting to do more work. I realize now she was in total denial...it was really freaky but everyone deals with shock differently I suppose. I finally spoke to my boyfriend who told me to meet him at his office. "I cant", I said, "I have to work " He said I was nuts, work could not be done and finally I agreedd he was right. I met him on 70th and we hoped to catch a cab, but it became increasingly clear that driving was not happening. We walked and walked and walked. Over one hundred blocks I walked that day. I have a scar on my foot to always remember it. It was warm and we held hands tight. We could hardly speak the two of us. We just tried not to let go of each other as the seaa of people grrrew heavier and heavier and deeper and deeper. Thousands of hundreds of ...tons of people. Indescribably amountts, like and exodus crossing bridges. It was harrowing. It was breathtaking, It instilled a fear like no other to see people flee this great city. As we walked the crowds never thinned. Some were already drunk in the bars we passed. We passed the blood bank with a line a block and a half long. We passed the hospital with about fifty doctors in full gear awaiting patients. The park was blocked off as a holding area with gurneys. Scary...Wee arrived home, twenty blocks away from the WTC, where I started that morning giving myself a once over and collaapsed in exhaustion. We couldnt watch tv........
I just wanted to write this because everyday since September 11th, I have relieved this scene in my head, Everytime I get to Bleecker on my waay to work I am reminded and I look South to see if it were all a dream, but the towers are still gone. Everyday as I give myself the once over, I wonder if another crash will occur. Everytime I hear a plan, a siren, or a loud noise, I relive it again. I am fearful of crowds, I am fearful of flying which I did two weeks ago but it totally spent me. I know it is not great to be scared because that is what they wanted. But I stood here that morning as the planed zoomed over my apartment building and was so unassuming and I never thought it would have been what it was and that kills me. My sadness is slow to emerge. I cant watch it on tv. I am not depressed at all, I have gone on as everyone else, I made the Deans list despite it all, but it hurts beyond belief and I just hoped that by telling my story in full, I might remove it from my sadness and move on to doing honor to those who died for our freedon in the name of America. My love and prayers to everyone on earth.
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Emily | 24 | New York
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#634 | Wednesday, January 16th, 2002
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As I sat with my coffee, watching the Today show, there was a breaking story, I was praying it was not another "school shooting", being a mother of two young kids, 9 and 6 that is always my "fear". Then to see the actual story, the World Trade Center.
I sat at the edge of my couch and prayed. At that time, we didn't know what the "problem" was, only speculation. Then I called my sister to tell her to turn on the t.v. As I sat there praying for survivors and the answer to HOW this had happened, the 2nd plane was aiming itself to the next building. I stood up & screamed "NO"!
I knew at that moment, THIS IS NOT RIGHT! THIS IS NOT AN ACCIDENT!! Just hearing Matt Lauer's voice drop and hearing his words, so somber and lost. I again called my sister, crying and yelling at her! I then called my husband, a Milford MA. Police Officer. He was working a detail at the time. He was later removed from his detail, as were all the police officers in town, for a "meeting". Then waiting to hear the rest of the news, the Pentagon had been hit! Then the Pennsylvania crash. I have a dear friend in the Marines, not knowing if he had moved yet to Washington, I needed to contact his mother to find out. Thankfully, he was safe, but yes, in Washington working at the Pentagon. I remember going to my back porch, looking up at the blue sky and crying out loud. Thinking of little children on the plane or their mommy's and daddy's at work, thinking of the people just walking or driving to work in NYC and watching, witnessing that plane! I just cried. I then went out to my flag pole and brought the flag at half mass. Crying as I'm doing this. I remember, just sitting for the rest of the morning, watching in disbelief the news and updates. Waiting for my children to come home, I got them off the bus, I sat them down and trying to hold back the tears, told them what had happened to our country, editing alot of the actual information. My son, being 6, was upset, but more so because mommy was upset. My 9 year old daughter realized on that day what her daddy's job description entailed. I told them that we needed to pray for all police and firefighters and so many innocent families that night and to bless the hero's who saved others, but went to heaven themselves. It was a brief talk, because I didn't want to scare them, but I DID want them to understand what was happening from me, as opposed to kids at school. After our talk, my daughter went upstairs to change into her play clothes, she came down and was wearing her NYC t-shirt I got her just 4 months before September. She said, "I'm wearing this for the people of NYC, so I can think of them!" I sobbed and hugged her so tight. She understood. That weekend, we donated money, my kids went to their piggy banks and also donated their money. My husband and I went to NYC Sunday, Sept. 23rd. He needed to extend his condolances to his fellow police officers and I needed to, as the wife of a police officer. No words can and will NEVER explain how it was like to "see" the rubble.
NO WORDS ..Their simply are no words.
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I pray for all the victims, families, and our country! GOD BLESS US ALL!
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LYNDA | 35 | Massachusetts
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