
Where were you 9/11/01?
I remember clearly that day, or at least, the way it began. Co worker was listening to Howard Stern on her radio. How I hate that S.O.B. The pranks, the stupidity, the obnoxiousness. So when the first report came over his show about the World Trade centers, I swore it was yet another bad prank. It's how tasteless he is, so I didn't put it past him at all. . until people came running into our office, asking if we'd heard.
It was so surreal. News report after news report came in over the radio station, first sounding as if it'd been a horrible accident, and then the 2nd one hit, and the eye witness reports chilled our blood. The memories still send cold chills throughout my body. Who could have the balls to run not one, but two airplanes into the WTC?
And then they collapsed. Tears rolled throughout the office. It was just uncontemplatable the thoughts of all those lost lives. We snuck on to watch video on the internet, horrified and mystified at the evilness of it all.
And then when the plane crashed south of Pittsburgh, it really struck home. My grandparents lived south, nothing was known of exactly where it had hit and I couldn't remember the name of the tiny town they lived in. Were they OK? And again, the thoughts of how could someone be so evil?
I lived in Syracuse at the time, 5+ hrs from NYC, but we were affected by the days that followed, heck, by the hours that followed. I remember driving home and having the crap scared out of me by the low flying military craft over the apple orchards. Nine Mile Point Nuclear Power plant is in Oswego, a hop an and a jump from Syracuse, and the worries that swept thru the populace, worrying about what the Terrorists were going to target next was contagious. Military patrols increased in the area, it became more common place to hear planes taking off from the Reserves and Nine Mile was kept under firmer lock and key.
Our work building was below the flight plan of Hancock Airport, and I remember an aircraft flying so low over the building that we all jumped screaming out of our cubicles, sure there'd been another crash. Every sound of a plane overhead would make us stop and wait. It took a long while for that sound to once again become nothing but background noise. Even that far away, we could see the black smoke from the WTC.
My grandparents were ok, tho they did feel the ground shake when the plane hit the ground, but that couldn't be said about so many other families. The images and video that came out day after day after day could NOT but affect you. I couldn't watch or look. I'd already lived thru, in bright, vivid living colour, a previous crash (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramstein_airshow_disaster I would've never've thought something I witnessed would be in wikipedia!) and the images of the WTC ripped those memories from the boxes I'd finally managed to bury them in years ago and made me relive them. For someone who was terrified of flying to begin with, this really did not help. Yet ever day we were given more and more horrific photos.
But also, amongst those photos/stories, were photos that touched the heart, stories that that showed we, as Americans, coming together to help each other.
I was lucky, nobody I knew was in any of the four crashes. Friends of mine lost friends, we lost co workers in a branch we had in NYC, but nobody I knew personally. . .but my heart goes out to all families who still miss loved ones on this day, and my thank yous aren't enough for the fire/rescue men/woman who were heroes that day and risked their lives to save so many more that may've died if they hadn't jumped to their duty without thought of their own lives, many who did die.
Where were you that day?