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I'm a little surprised that no one started a "Sept. 11" thread, being that it is the five year anniversary of the attack. I figured I might as well be the one to start it, so here it is.
I live right across the river from Manhattan, so when this nightmare occurred five years ago, it hit pretty close to home, literally. I know a lot of people who work(ed) in that region of the city, and it was really nerve-racking when your trying to call these people to see if they're ok, and no ones answering their cell because every line is busy. Luckily, no one I knew was killed.
The day started off with my 8 a.m. class at school, and I remember someone coming in to our room telling us what happened, and that our university was closed until further notice. Before anyone even mentioned what race of people were behind this, I pretty much put two and two together and got my answer.
People in my class were overtaken by a mixture of emotions. Some were in tears, others were ready to go to war in the streets, but all of us were in total shock. The ride home from school felt like the longest trip I have ever taken, both literally and figuratively.
I hadn't seen anything on t.v. yet, so my mind was incredibly screwed up by the image in my head of the towers not existing anymore. Just thinking of all the carnage that was going on as I drove home really disturbed me in way that I had never felt before. What made it worse was the reports on the radio that people were jumping to their death to avoid burning alive. Thats probably what struck me the hardest.
I started this thread for exactly this reason, to post your thoughts and recollections of where you were when this event happened and what you were feeling. Everyone feel free to share your thoughts.
I live right across the river from Manhattan, so when this nightmare occurred five years ago, it hit pretty close to home, literally. I know a lot of people who work(ed) in that region of the city, and it was really nerve-racking when your trying to call these people to see if they're ok, and no ones answering their cell because every line is busy. Luckily, no one I knew was killed.
The day started off with my 8 a.m. class at school, and I remember someone coming in to our room telling us what happened, and that our university was closed until further notice. Before anyone even mentioned what race of people were behind this, I pretty much put two and two together and got my answer.
People in my class were overtaken by a mixture of emotions. Some were in tears, others were ready to go to war in the streets, but all of us were in total shock. The ride home from school felt like the longest trip I have ever taken, both literally and figuratively.
I hadn't seen anything on t.v. yet, so my mind was incredibly screwed up by the image in my head of the towers not existing anymore. Just thinking of all the carnage that was going on as I drove home really disturbed me in way that I had never felt before. What made it worse was the reports on the radio that people were jumping to their death to avoid burning alive. Thats probably what struck me the hardest.
I started this thread for exactly this reason, to post your thoughts and recollections of where you were when this event happened and what you were feeling. Everyone feel free to share your thoughts.