KingFriday013 From United States of America, joined May 2007, 1304 posts, RR: 10 Posted (4 years 8 months 2 weeks 6 days 4 hours ago) and read 9512 times:
Nine years ago...
I was in my reading class (5th grade equivalent of English) at P.S. 196 in Forest Hills, Queens, when our principal came into the room and asked to speak to our teacher, Mrs. Fail, in the hall. When she came back in, she was crying. The day before, her basement had been flooded, and we thought that it had something to do with that. That was until she told us that the World Trade Center had been hit by two airplanes, and had just collapsed. (A few minutes later, she got a call on her cell phone. "And the Pentagon! They hit the Pentagon!", she cried.)
Later that day, we had assembly and sang patriotic songs. That's when we were told what had happened: two airplanes had hit the Twin Towers, and they had collapsed. Another plane hit the Pentagon, and a fourth plane crashed in Pennsylvania. At lunch, still not having realized the true impact of what had taken place, we joked around, hiding under the lunch tables. In my regular class, we sat and listened to 1010 WINS on the radio all day. Every 10 minutes or so, people were being told to go downstairs as their parents picked them up.
At one point, my dad came and picked up my brother and I. After a quick stop at the Home Depot, we got home. He turned on CNN and at that moment they were showing the video of a plane hitting the building. Next video: the tower begins to fall, the camera points down, and everyone is running. I was just speechless. My dad was currently working at a firm located in the Empire State Building. He had not gone to work that day as he had been up late the night before, helping my brother with homework. The morning of the 11th, when he called in, they told him not to go as they were being evacuated. A few years earlier, he was working at the World Financial Center. With that in mind, I was somewhat happy and relieved. I even thought it was cool that my father now worked in the tallest building in New York City.
Only later did it really hit me what had happened. Two days after, I was visiting my cousins in Manhattan. When we got to the Triborough Bridge, I looked downtown. The familiar site of the Twin Towers, high above everything else, was replaced by smoke. Fighter jets buzzed the skyline. Two tokens of New York City were gone. The face of the greatest city on Earth had been scarred. More than anything, I remember feeling scared.
The number of people who perished and suffered because of these attacks is even more horrific. We will never get those lives back, nor the time and resources lost. It was the ultimate travesty.
Since then, we've had two wars, an economic depression, and a really big mess of politics. September 11 was a turning point in history, no matter how you look at it.
On Monday, I was flying into EWR for the last scheduled DC-9-30 flight on Delta. Seeing Manhattan from the window, I am awestruck by all of the tall buildings. Every time I fly into New York City, I always (out of sheer habit) look downtown for the Twin Towers. That's a habit I don't think I'll ever be able break.
Where were you on September 11th? How has it changed your life?
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
planespotting From United States of America, joined Apr 2004, 3547 posts, RR: 5
Reply 1, posted (4 years 8 months 2 weeks 6 days 4 hours ago) and read 9423 times:
I was about three weeks into college, waking up in my dorm room. I almost had my private pilots license and was well on my way to becoming an airline pilot ... at least, that's what I thought at the time.
I can't remember the exact sequence of events ... but basically I woke up, walked out of my dorm, walked across the hall and heard some crazy shit "Breaking News" on CNN about an airplane accidentally hitting the World Trade Center. I turned it on in my room and took a shower. I think when I got back from my shower, the second plane had hit, and it was fucking on.
I remember getting dressed and putting on my shirt, flipping around the news channels/shows and I got to the CBS Early Show. About 5 seconds after I turned, they flashed an image of smoke in what looked to be Washington DC, and I heard Bryant Gumble's voice "Oh - Oh My God - that's a huge plume of smoke around Washington DC. I think that's the Pentagon." And by then it was just like "what the fuck is going on!?" It was chaos, and no one had any idea what was happening.
I was in a dorm floor full of would-be pilots, and we were all watching with rapt attention. But we had to leave to go to opening convocation. None of us thought the towers would collapse, but we were certainly very alarmed, as was the rest of the country.
Sitting through the one-hour convocation was agony, and when we got back, we found out the towers had collapsed. I don't remember exactly what went through my mind or anything, but I definitely knew something had changed, as did the rest of the folks on my floor. Classes were optional that day, and of course I stayed home. We all pretty much just watched TV, talked quietly, called our families, and made sure everything we knew was OK.
9 years later, I'm not an airline pilot, and I just got married to a girl I met because I made a conscious decision to not be an airline pilot and go to graduate school instead. I work in a profession I never considered working in until after I was already in college, and live in a town I never considered living in before I met the wife.
I feel melodramatic saying that it changed my life, when obviously it changed hundreds of thousands of people's lives in a much more direct way. But, still, I can't ignore how the indirect consequences of 9/11 have shaped my life.
ipodguy7 From United States of America, joined Aug 2008, 487 posts, RR: 0
Reply 2, posted (4 years 8 months 2 weeks 6 days 3 hours ago) and read 9360 times:
I was in 4th grade in Nashville, TN. The principal came by and pulled my teacher out into the hall to tell her what happened, while another classmate got up and finished reading off the math results. After that, we turned on the radio to listen to what was going on. We didn't understand it and everyone said "O It was Russia or China! They bombed New York!" It wasn't until I got home that I found out what really happened, I still didn't really understand it. I remeber we had just turned on our cable tv service 2 days earlier b/c we moved into our new house on 8/31/01. I remember seeing the WTC on fire, but not much else from the TV. All in all, it was a day that I shall never forgot, Nor shall America ever forget. In the words of FDR, It was a "Day that will live in infamy." On this the 9th anniversary of these horrible attacks, I hope we all will take a second to send up a prayer for those who cherished in this act of terrorism, and for the families, and also for all the brave men and women of the armed forces fighting overseas to protect our freedom. God Bless America, Land that I love!
acidradio From United States of America, joined Mar 2001, 1879 posts, RR: 10
Reply 3, posted (4 years 8 months 2 weeks 6 days 3 hours ago) and read 9293 times:
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This may rankle some but I am going to do it anyways. This thread is kind of a "reflections" thread. Obviously 9/11 very much involved Civil Aviation, but it was about more than just airplanes that day.
There is a thread already going in Non-Av along the lines of this theme. I am going to close this thread and ask anyone who wants to discuss it to post in A Solemn Day... (by soon7x7 Sep 10 2010 in Non Aviation).
Thank you for your understanding. All of our lives changed that day. This is more a housekeeping issue than anything.