Remembering 11/09/2001…

Whatever your take on the political implications of the attacks on the twin towers, it surely was an unforgettable moment in modern human history. In my case, a colleague left Logan airport for London about ten minutes after the one which hit the twin towers. He was in the air for most of the afternoon before we eliminated any possibility of him being on the ‘wrong plane’. It was only when he touched down in Cardiff about 5.30 (Heathrow was closed), that he and his fellow passengers knew what had happened. I heard later that a cousin had witnessed the falling towers from a traffic jam on the other side of the Hudson. Let us hear your memories of the day (just memories, not opinion), below:

  • Brian Boru

    I have an aunt in New York and we were worried about her for a while but when we made contact we knew she was okay. I was at a friends house when someone called me in to see what was happening and i gasped in shock when I saw those gigantic buildings come down like a pack of cards. The evil of the people who did this is just unfathomable.

  • Jo

    My daughter was just 2 at the time. She sat in her high chair and saw the towers burn and fall.

    The images were just omnipresent, I could not have protected her from them. She looked, without understanding. Or so I thought.

    Then she said “they’re all broked.”

    She was right. And so were our hearts. It was a time, is a time, to seek the company and the comfort of the innocent and the pure in the face of such catastrophic, but short-lived evil.

    In our clinging together, we should remember: we are better than those who do such things.

  • tom strong

    I remember coming home from an eveningsduplicate bridge, turning on the TV and seeing the shocking scenes. I did not sleep well thereafter. PS this was in autralia.

  • Aodh Ruadh

    I remember thinking that every small act of intolerance we show each other makes these ultimate acts of intolerance more likely to occur.

  • Jamie Gargoyle

    I was heading back into work from my flat at the moment of first impact – I remember everyone in the office joining the rest of the country in crashing the BBC News homepage. I tried various other sites with similar problems and quietly cursed myself for not bringing in my radio for Five Live (typical Belfaster – always a news junkie no matter how bad the news). Went down to the gym (only place on site with a TV) and stared blankly for a bit with a colleague – ITV were showing a long shot (probably from New Jersey) and speculated that the smoke/ash at 3pm was another co-ordinated explosion. I told him I thought the building had collapsed – he pre-empted the world by looking in disbelief and saying “What – those big buildings collapse? Nah, couldn’t happen… could it…?” Back at my desk, a mate asked how long it took a plane to cross the Atlantic, and grimly surmised that Canary Wharf could expect a similar fate in a few hours.

    I got the response from my friend in Chicago the next day – seems everyone had emailed her along the lines of “are you alright?” – her building and pretty much anything over six floors in the city had been evacuated as a precaution, and – much help that it was – she’d given blood that evening.

    One of my then bosses was in NYC – was on the subway when the planes hit, and was watching it all from uptown when the North tower collapsed. Bad enough being there, but the perfectly normal reaction of wanting to go home was foxed by the flight chaos that ensued.

    Closest call of anyone I know was my cousin’s now ex-b/f. He was still in NY on the 11th – he’d had a business meeting on one of the top floors of the South tower on Monday morning. For reasons I can’t recall, it had been rescheduled a day early.

    I’d visited NYC in 1996 & went up the WTC to the obervation deck. I suppose that added to the eerie nature of it, particularly when I saw and recognised the lobby of the South tower while watching the (recently repeated) documentary by the French brothers.

  • Hurler on the Ditch

    Was working just outside Washington DC at the time in a government agency (nothing spooky honest) and got an evacuation notice by E-mail around 30 mins after the planes hit. Once word hit that the pentagon was hit everyone got into their cars causing massive gridlock. There were also loads of false reports of bombs going off in DC itself. Myself and a few others headed on foot for a pub in Bethesda (in Maryland just outside DC). To be honest the moment of realisation was when the first tower hit the ground as well as the pictures of the pentagon. Rest of the day was punctuated by jet planes flying overhead. The main feeling was one of confusion and it was only hours later that the full horror sunk in.

    On a side note it was a pretty eventful few years as 9/11 was followed by the anthrax letters (one posted to my local post office on wisconsin ave) and the DC sniper…… It pretty much kept everyon in the DC area on edge for a very long time.

  • Dread Cthulhu

    I had just gotten into work and was settling myself in — turn on the computer and talking amongst the fellows in the office when someone said that a plane had hit the WTC. I remember at the time one of the fellows joking that the pilot must have watched the Yankees game the night before — in his defense, no details were out yet and the assumption was it was some sort of light aircraft. So, in the great tradition of rubberneckers, we tromped into the conference room and turned on the television to see a long-distance shot of the tower with what appeared to be a wisp of smoke curling up from the side. Someone said maybe a Cessna had crashed, so minor did the damage appear.

    Then the other plane hit. I recall saying “That as no Cessna… and that was no accident.”

    The rest of the day was pretty much numbness. Sat in the office a couple of hours, some in the conference room, seemingly watching that loop of tape of the second plane over and over and over again. They chased us out around one. Spent the rest of the day with a couple of friends trying to make sense of what I had seen.

  • daithi mac mhaolmhuaidh

    Well I was (and still am) in New York. My office at the time was on the west side a little further up, so we saw it all from a distance. Ironically I could contact my family in Ireland to let them know I was okay, but not my better half in Queens. The day itself was not scary at all to me or the people I worked with, we were all extremely calm, but all the crazy news stories in the days and weeks that followed definitely threw me into a bit of a panic attack. Looking back now, a lot of the things they were reporting (casualty numbers, further threats, survival stories, etc) were untrue. I learned my lesson: don’t read tabloids. Funnily enough, a friend of mine was doing a survey underground and had no phone etc access until late that afternoon. He emerged up out of the ground to find all hell had broken loose. Some people I work with still jump under their desks at the slightest thing, but nothing has really changed for me. Life goes on.

  • Cormac

    I was off work (‘between contracts’ as they say) and was staying in my parents’ house. I was having a row with my Dad over whether the plane had hit the buiding because of a catastrophic software failure in the autopilot (well, I was a software tester at the time…) or if it was an act of terrorism (my Dad’s more worldly-wise opinion). Then the second plane hit. Dad had won the argument, and we spent the rest of the day, horrified, watching the unfolding events. My friends who were working were ringing me throughout the day for updates and I was passing on all the rumours that were about – car bomb outside the pentagon, different planes missing etc. All the stuff later dug up by the conspiracy buffs to ‘prove’ that things weren’t exectly as they were.

  • esmereldavillalobos

    My sister and I were talking about this on Friday night. She was at home and watched the whole thing live – the second plane hitting etc and was just glued to the TV all day.

    I was not exactly on the cusp of the news that day because I was working in the Mater Infirmorium A&E dept that afternoon – we were quite busy as I recall. A colleague of mine happened to be in front of a TV at some point and spread the news to the rest of us that a plane had hit the WTC. I don’t think I paid it much heed if I’m honest – patients to see etc and no patient that I saw that day mentioned it to me in passing, which seems a bit strange looking back. I had my evening break around 5pm and saw the footage of the towers collapsing and once again I don’t think it fully sunk in. I had never been to NYC at that point and didn’t quite grasp the magnitude of what had happened.

    When I arrived home I put on the BBC 10pm news and that’s when I realised the enormity of the event – my generation’s JFK moment. I still remember vividly Peter Sissons and James Robbins I think going through the day’s events as I and my girlfriend (now wife) sat mesmorised in front of the TV – the missus had been in the WTC a few years earlier so she had a better perspective of the disaster than me. The Beeb was talking about deaths in the region of 10,000 that night. Thankfully it was less than that. I also remember saying that evening to Diane that we would be going to war in the middle east and to mark the date and time when I said it.

    Little did I know we would still be at war 5 years later.

  • gg

    I was sitting on a checkout in a supermarket (the joys of summertime as a student) on the afternoon of 9/11. News began to filter through, each customer adding a bit of information on new events as they happened.

    In fact, it was the woman behind me who heard first. She called over and said, “a plane has crashed into a tower in America”. A few weeks before a small plane had crashed into a tower at an airport somewhere, so I thought at first something like that had happened again. But as people explained which tower it was, and then that a second plane had hit, the enormity began to dawn. When someone said the Pentagon had been hit, I thought it was someone exaggerating like people do. But then more and more people kept repeating it. News by accretion.

    It was a very frustrating, and if not somewhat eerie, experience sitting there and having no access to any proper news source with such events going on. It was almost impossible to believe until I heard it on 5 Live in the car on the way home.

  • Aislingeach

    I was planning on going shopping with my mother that day here in Ohio (midwest, fly-over country). I had turned on the television to catch the news and there it was. I called my husband to make sure his office knew and told Mom what was going on when she arrived. I put up our flag and did the laundry–I couldn’t bear just sitting there watching tv. I also turned to the internet for information, including checking on a friend who worked in Manhattan (she was fine and had overslept that day, so never made it to the city). Mom stayed for an hour or so, then went home. All the shopping malls closed and many other businesses–the schools stayed open and they got some of the news (my eldest, who was in high school, says he didn’t know the whole story until he got home). The anthrax scare followed soon after and every spill of dusting powder at a cosmetics counter seemed to set off a panic. (Seriously, that did happen here at one store!)

    I was glad that our family had visited Washington DC that summer and that my daughter’s class trip to New York had been that spring–most trips were cancelled the next year.

  • Occasional Commentator

    I too saw most of it live as I was at home that day. I was watching it from pretty early on – I think just after the second plane hit. I was quite annoyed at the BBC’s stupid headline of “6 thought dead”. It was obvious that hundreds had been killed almost instantaneously when the planes crashed in first. It turned out they had just confused the 1993 attack with the 2001 attack.

    After watching the first collapse and knowing that the second one was almost certain to collapse too and then watching it happen live was freaky. Myself and a friend were watching it together.

  • Lorenzo

    I was in France on holiday with my then girlfriend, now wife. We were coming back from the beach late in the afternoon, oblivious to anything going on, when we stopped to get a pizza slice. The guy behind the counter asked us if we were American. He looked really upset. We explained we were Irish and asked (in our oh-so-limited French) what was going and he mimed an aeroplane crashing and said ‘New York’ and ‘terrible’. It was only when we got back to the room and turned on CNN that we found out what happened. The planes crashing clips were played over and over again.

    It still took hours for the magnitude of it to sink in. Horrible.

  • Brenda

    I was in the waiting room of the city hospital waiting for my daughters appointment and the tv was on. No one was watching it until someone spotted it and asked was it a movie on. They turned up the volume and the place was awe struck. all the doctors came out of their rooms, everyone was gawking at the tv.

  • I was driving around Dublin when I first heard the news. I remember Conor O’Clery, then US Business Correspondent of the Irish Times, being interviewed on RTÉ radio. He was in his apartment in Manhattan watching the disaster unfold in front of him. He was describing how he had seen several bodies fall from the upper floors of the towers, and then in mid-sentence, just stopped and said something like: “Oh God! There goes another one!” It was chilling stuff.

  • hovetwo

    My wife and I were in Hong Kong eating dinner at the Felix Restaurant. We knew nothing until we returned to our hotel room and flicked on the news just after the south tower had collapsed. We sat watching footage for hours. Peter Jennings, the ABC anchor, did a phenomenal job that day in appealing for calm.

    Two Delta pilots we were drinking with the night before were in jump seats over the Pacific when word filtered through. They were among the first planes diverted to Canada It took them three days to get back to Atlanta.

  • SlugFest

    I worked directly across the street from Penn Station at the time – in the low ‘30s. I didn’t get into Manhattan until about 9:30 am. When I surfaced from the subway, I immediately noticed a crowd of people huddling around one construction worker’s radio. I was struck by viewing such a ‘New York moment’ – the entire spectrum of New York — businessmen and women, construction workers, white collar, blue collar – crowded around this one small radio. I asked what was going on and someone whispered that a plane had crashed into the Wall Trade Center. Even with the crowd of concerned people, I assumed, or chose to believe, that it was simply a single-engine Cessna and nothing more.

    When I entered my office building, Norm, the security guard, was uncommonly solemn. He too was listening to his radio. Upon arriving upstairs and seeing all of my coworkers equally solemn, it began to hit me. Our office had floor-length windows and we all gathered, watching the towers fill with smoke. And then they fell.

    The phones weren’t working, but the Internet was. Emails flooded in from family and friends far and near – it was the only way any of us could get information. After a couple of hours, I walked to my cousin’s apartment just a few blocks away, urging my coworkers to go with me. On every street, people were gathered around strangers’ cars, listening to car radios, trying desperately to get information. It was eerily quiet. I stopped by a grocery, foraging for food for my cousin and me. Then I went to the liquor store to load up on self-medication.

    Stayed with my cousin that night – there was no way I could get back to my place in Queens, save walking over the bridge with hundreds/thousands of others, and I couldn’t handle this newfound intimacy just yet. We kept in contact with our family through the Internet, staring at the tv the entire night.

    The next morning we set out to do something – anything – just help in some way. We lined up to give blood, then noticed Rule Number 5: you cannot give blood if you had gotten a tattoo in the last 12 months. I had gotten my only tattoo just two days ago while at my family reunion in Florida, so we quietly slipped away. We decided to split up – to grieve in our own private way. Walking around aimlessly, I found myself in front of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, so I did what so many others did that day – revisited a religion I had long since given up on.

    That second night was the loneliest night I’ve ever endured in my life. Without thinking, I had blasted my bedroom window fan and shut the door so that the room would cool off before I went to bed. The thing is, my house was only a couple doors from the East River. By the second day, the ungodly stench of the burning remains of the WTC had reached its peak and traveled across the river. When I reopened my bedroom door, ready to go to bed, I realized the odor had permeated every inch of my bedroom – the fan had sucked it in at a rapid rate. Alone, I quietly wept, feeling like I was surrounded by countless souls taken far too quickly.

    The weeks that followed were tender. Strangers and friends alike treaded lightly around one another – you never knew who had lost a loved one. I noticed that I and so many others made quiet discoveries of those that were still living – the people you never noticed before – those that traveled on the same subway car you did every morning; the cheerful woman at the deli that served my favorite chicken salad – they were still here, and I was grateful. It seemed that they were as well – there were so many unspoken acknowledgments between ostensible strangers – a knowing that was communicated only through the eyes – never spoken aloud.

    I soon learned that Leonard, a dear friend of mine, as well as two other people I knew only casually, had all died in the WTC. The night I found out, I took out a dusty bottle of Southern Comfort, which Leonard had brought to my house during a party, watched an old video of him, me, and another friend, wept and toasted him.

    I’ll be doing the same tonight.

  • circles

    I was avoiding working on my masters thesis when I spotted the first news on yahoo. Sent it around the uni thinking it was just some nutcase Cessna pilot.
    An hour later I was chain-smoking Gauloises and knocking back black tea as I watched the footage with a turkish friend of mine. “They have to kill the fuckers that did this” he kept repeating between draws, staring with red eyes at the screen.

    Well they have been killing and arresting and torturing and invading ever since – and nothing is any the better for it. Nobody has risen from the dead.
    100 000 and more now dead in Iraq since the invasion (how laughable all those claims now seem in hindsight).

  • Miss Fitz

    I am a native New Yorker, and have lived here for 14 years.

    On 9/11, I was in a house in Fermanagh doing a family mediation. The TV was on in the background, and I was uncovering some very gruesome details with the family about their situation. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the pictures on the telly, and said ‘Is that a new Bruce Willis movie’? It looked weird, so we turned up the telly and I was frozen solid. I tried to phone my family, but the mobile wouldnt work, and their phone was disonnected.

    I closed the case as discreetly as possible, but I was in a panic. I drove home to Rostrevor at the fastest speed possible and when I walked in my 3 kids were glued to the news. They were distraught.

    For me, the Twin Towers were iconic and special. My daughter had her communion there, we had my sons christening there, we spent our last night in New York dining out there as a family. The year before, I had the kids in NY and brought them to the Towers, and said shall we go up? Their answer was that they were tired and anyway could go up at any time.

    My sister worked in the building with Federal government, and 2 of my brothers were working there as carpenters. It took until 2 in the morning to make sure they were alright, and my other brother who flew frm Boston to Claifornia.

    Hate to be so long winded, but one last thing.

    Shortly after, I spent a weekend in Wicklow with a friend who has strong anti-American feelings. I was still hurting after the event, and said that I felt the world would never be the same. I can still remember him laughing at me and saying the world will have forgotten in 12 months.

    How wrong he was.

  • Greenflag

    Without wishing to take away from this sad day of rememberance – more Americans have now died in Iraq than at the WTC atrocity .

  • J McConnell

    What I remember most is the silence. The all-engulfing silence that descended over Seattle that sunny fall morning.

    The silence as all civil aviation into SeaTac and Boeing Field was shut down. The silence as people reacted with shock and grief and softly-spoken fears for the safety of loved ones, friends and acquaintances on the east coast – and the unspoken fears for what might happen next.

    The silence of mourning. A mourning for who was lost, and what was lost.

  • Miss Fitz

    Guys, can we keep this on topic PLEASE, just for once?

  • Dread Cthulhu

    Greenflag: “Without wishing to take away from this sad day of rememberance – more Americans have now died in Iraq than at the WTC atrocity . ”

    Not wishing to take away from your comment, but what part of “Let us hear your memories of the day (just memories, not opinion), below: ” didn’t you grasp??

  • smirkyspice

    i’m from Canada but have lived in Belfast for two years…my husband is from NI but we were living in Canada at the time…i was at work early in the morning and he had the day off, when the rumours started circulating, I called him at home and he put the tv on CNN and told me what was happening…he saw the second plane hit the tower while we were talking and i just could NOT understand what he was saying. “What do you mean another plane hit the other tower?” i could not wrap my brain around the idea that it was done on purpose, it wasn’t a horrible accident…it was war and we knew the world was changed and it was all very very bad…my husband’s Mum called a while later with terrible news that one of his cousins (from NI but living in NYC) had been killed in the first tower attack…horrible, shocking, terrible… five years later… fucking hell, make it stop already.

  • Tir Eoghain Gael

    I had lived in New York City at the time but was on vacation on Sept 11 and heard of the attacks on a campsite in Colorado. I remember feeling that when I returned, the skyline I was so used to looked like a child with his two front teeth knocked out.

  • Comrade Stalin

    I was in the office that day and the first thing I noticed was that our network linkup to the USA went down. This happens from time to time, we thought nothing off it and went to get lunch. A short time later the others in the office were saying that a plane had hit the world trade centre. I visualized a small plane, some kind of accident. The BBC news website was very slow, but eventually it became clear that this was a big plane. When the second plane hit it was immediately clear that this was no accident.

    Our thoughts were then about how those firefighters could possibly get all the way up to put out such a fire. Someone mentioned that the towers could even collapse. This was dismissed and didn’t cross anyone’s mind as being realistic, until they actually did. Very little real work was done that afternoon; everyone was talking about the attacks. The universal attitude was anger. “who cares what it takes – let’s get them”.

    When I went to get the bus that afternoon Belfast at 5pm, usually busy with commuters heading home from work, was deathly quiet. There were plenty of people about but everyone seemed in a contemplative mood.

    Even now I find the footage of the towers collapsing to be the most fascinating, and yet the most horrifying and disturbing, that I think I’m ever likely to see.

  • Donnacha

    I was woken from my sleep by a stammering news editor and told to get to work (I worked for a newspaper then). When I got there, the entire newsroom was watching in stunned horror. What struck me most was the fact that I was watchign this and it still took me hours to even begin to comprehend what was happening. I remember the chief reporter then telling me to do the morning police calls, which I thought was stupid,a s there was only one news story that day. She said: “There are other things going on as well you know.” There wasn’t. Nothing else was happening that day for anyone. Myself and the other journos spent the day just cutting wire copy for length and slotting it into the pages and the pages just kept coming, each story more sickeningly frightening than the last. It was the only time I ever saw the newswires given over to one story only.
    The feeling that struck me most, though, when seeing America, the remaining superpower reduced to babbling chaos, was similar to the feeling you get when your really big, really hard mate gets his head kicked in and the assailants then turn to look at you.

  • –Whatever your take on the political implications of the attacks on the twin towers, it surely was an unforgettable moment in modern human history–

    I worked in Two World Trade Center until September 10, 2001. I knew dozens of those who died on September 11.

    Not one of them had any particular axe to grind as respects politics of any kind.

    This was a grave atrocity meant to kill –only– civilians. They were killed all right, and many of them were not blessed by a quick or painless death either.

    When a group of criminals sets out to kill 50,000 civilians, without even the pretense of going after military targets, there are no political implications I can ever accept. I care about as much as for the “political implications” of this attack as I do about the political implications of Charles Manson’s murders.

    But, yeah, it sure was an “unforgettable moment”.

  • SpellingBee

    I was on placement in the Citizens’ Advice Bureau. The office manager had been out to lunch for a good few hours. When she returned we were slagging her about taking such a long lunch and she replied that a plane had crashed into the Twin Towers in New York. We laughed uproariously thinking this had to be the greatest excuse for taking an extended lunch ever – “why didn’t I think of that?”, sort of thing – then she told us to turn the TV on. We all went home. I remember watching it on BBC News24. Heartbreaking stuff. What effected me most was the sight of those desperate people who threw themselves out of the windows. Still sends a shiver down my spine to think about it.

  • Bemuse d

    Working at home that day and watched the whole thing unfold on BBC24. Felt slightly panicked for about ten minutes (as Reuters began reporting the Pentagon crash followed by car bombs at the State Department) that there might be a whole apocalyptic raft of attacks about to happen. Other than that I just remember groaning as Bush began making an (evn bigger than usual) arse of himself with his various media pronouncements in the aftermath of the attacks. Most bizarre recollection has to be of lunch in Roscoff’s
    the following week during which the head waiter announced (presumably on Paul Rankin’s instruction) that there were going to be not one but two separate two minute periods of silence during lunch (one at the time that the first plane hit, the other at the time that the second plane hit). My dining companions and I had never heard such a load of bollocks in our lives – we ignored this risible ‘ceremony’ and have never darkened Rankin’s door since.

  • Penelope

    My birthday is on the 10th and after a difficult year before I woke up on that morning of the 11th full of optimisim and hope for a better year to come. I turned on the TV as I usually do to have the morning news on in the background as I get ready for the day. The Today Show was all abuzz about the first plane that hit the WTC towers. Being on the west coast I am are 3 hours behind NYC time. As I made my breakfast in the kitchen I listened to the commentary treating it as an unfortuante accident, wondering if there was an error due to the air traffic controllers etc.

    I came into the living room and had just sat down with my coffee in time to see the second plane crash into the WTC live on TV… Katie Couric, Matt Lauer and millions of other Americans were as dumbfounded as I was, uncomprehending, wondering if we all saw what we just saw… all I could think of “Holy shit!!! That was no accident !!!”

    I was scheduled that morning to take my car into the garage for maintenance but sat transfixed in front of the TV instead. When the first tower fell I again felt the eerie sensation of not believing my eyes, of the world being turned upside down. I finally managed to tear myself away and drive to the garage. The mood there was somber and confused… some of the customers only hearing about the morning’s events for the first time via the witing room lounge TV. As I was waiting the shuttle van to take me to the office word came that the second tower fell. Strangers hugged each other and cried. New York attacked, the Pentagon in flames… what was happening?!?!?

    I got into the office but it was a wasted day production-wise. People would wander in and out of the conference room where a TV was set up tuned into CNN. Wild rumours floated that San Diego, being such a military town was being targeted, that the Navy sent their ships out of the harbour for protection. Used to the sound of jets practicing touch & go landings from nearby NAS Miramar, the *Top Gun* school, we could hear the scream of military jets overhead… a sound at once comforting in its familiarity yet sinsiter and worrying given the context of the day especially since it wasn’t the usual touch & go pattern.

    I work for an engineering firm and someone plotted a huge 3’x5′ flag on the colour plotter and hung it up on the wall. The office closed down early that day and stayed closed the next.

    Even though the events happend thousands of miles away in the days that followed it touched us… the office lost a long-term client on flight 93 and my boss’s husband lost a childhood friend who died along with his partner and adopted child aboard one of the planes that hit the WTC.

    All over the nieghbourhood and city one saw paper flags taped to windows that the local paper, the Union-Tribune, had inserted in its special edition the day after the events. I took my faded copy down sometime last year shortly after the 4th anniversary…

    In an odd twist as the world seems to be falling apart that optimisim I felt upon waking up has come true… priorities shifted and my life has become more fulfilled and happier… I live on purpose now and savour the precious moments that life is made of.

  • “it surely was an unforgettable moment in modern human history.”

    I assure you that there will be more.

    I was cutting some chili peppers for the morning eggs when my wife called me from the bedroom window. My kid at school in Ohio called to tell her that a 737 had hit the WTC. I got in shortly before the other tower got hit.

    We were glued to the TV well after the collapse. I think I found the peppers I that I had cut on the bed that night.

  • Kathy C

    posted by Kathy C

    I waited until today to post- I saw the towers two days earlier on a gorgeous sunday…sat with some friends in New Jersey…looking at the nyc skyline that had the towers. Never realizing that in 2 days they would be down. My neice was in the city and my nephew was driving in the area. We were all concerned until they called. A few days later, my cousin’s neighbor was on one of the planes from Boston that went into the trade center.
    One thing that I will never forget is for several days the police went to the train stations in new jersey and used chalk to mark tires of cars remaining in the stations. THat way they were able to identify cars left at the train station by someone who died at the trade centers.
    We commented in this thread about our memories of that day…yet, yesterday on the aniversary Pres. Bush did not have the same decency and brought up other political issues.

  • dave

    11th September is my friend’s birthday. She was due to fly on one of the planes that went into the towers but her mates said ‘you don’t want to be flying on your birthday…’

    I asked, ‘Presumably everyone remembers your birthday?’

    No – she replied