Originally posted by Red NightI feel sorry and bad about all victims of any kind of terror and barbarism.
Many of us will be saying silent prayers in memory of the victims and the families who suffered 8 years ago today.
But, oh man, this thread will be long and full of conflict. You don't have to be oracle to see that.
Originally posted by duecerDriving to work after first plane hit. They were speculating a mistake and I thought not. Next, minutes later the second plane hit. Now I'm sure.
where were you when you first heard about it?
I get to work and the dumbest lady in the world is there... "Gee, what a coincidence that 2 planes crashed".
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Keep in mind, this is the lady who WOULDN'T want to win 108 million lotto because of all the tax you need to pay on it.
Cripes!~
Originally posted by duecerI heard about it while watching Today that morning.
where were you when you first heard about it?
I saw the events unfold in real time.
Watching the second tower being hit was the aha! moment for everyone. It was then that everyone realized that we were actually under attack on our own soil.
One airliner crashing could be an accident. Two? No way.
I sat there absolutely transfixed as the towers came down, one after the other. Then hearing about the Pentagon and the heroes of United Flight 93.
It was a terrifying, emotional day.
Originally posted by duecerI was in a fnac store with two friends. We saw a lot of people gathered around a tv and went closer to see what was going on. We saw a building burning and but couldn't hear a thing. We took it to be a movie or something and went on.
where were you when you first heard about it?
Later when I arrived home I was told what was going on. It was very emotional. Seeing the fireman, people juping to their death...
On one side I was thinking "This is what you get with that crappy foreign policy of yours" and "Poor people that had nothing to do with it...Nothing"
Quite the roller coaster day...
I was less than 10 minutes from home, working on an airconditioner at a tel-net site. I jumped in my service truck and headed for the supply house to get some parts when I heard it on the radio. By the time I got to the supply house, there were 25 or 30 other techs huddling around an old dusty 12" black and white with foil and coat hanger antenna's someone had drug from the back. A collective groan let out (almost as if we had all been punched in the stomach at the same time) when we watched in real time as the second plane hit. As I looked around this earily silent crowd, it seemed all so surreal. Normally this many of my fellow tradesman gathered in one spot would have caused quite a bit of joking and tom-foolery. Instead I looked around and saw big tough guys with their eyes watering as the tragic loss of life unfolded before their eyes, and the realization of the horribleness of it had just sunk in.
I hopped back into my truck, returned to the job and buttoned up the equipment. I then called my boss and said I needed some time, he said no problem, and I went home. My wife and I stood in the living room watching the buildings burn and people leaping to there certain death. When the towers collapsed we, as everyone did, knew there would be no survivors. we turned to each other and held on to each other like a drowning man holding on to loan piece of driftwood, and cried silent tears, asking ourselves why? what did this prove? what problem could this solve? I think if any good came of it, it would be this: many people before 9/11 lived there lives without a care in the world, our nation had become jaded, and passionless. In this tragedy we rediscovered our humanity.
