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Sep 11, 2002, 11:38pm

Where Were You When...?

As I'm sure all of you have noticed, today is Sept. 11th, 2002: One year
after the horrific events that changed a nation, and changed the world.
While I'm could preach and pontificate about America and how its
struggle is everyone's cause, it wouldn't be a very fitting way to
remember those who lost their lives and loved ones on that tragic day.
So instead, I will simply offer a story:


The alarm went off. It was 7AM on a Tuesday, and that meant Psychology
101. I wasn't particularly thrilled to be taking that class, especially
this early in the morning, but I needed it for my gen ed requirement and
it certainly was more interesting than some other courses I've taken. I
eventually rolled off my bunk around 7:30 and got my clothes on. Not
having enough time for breakfast, I grabbed my bag of books and headed
out the door, all while my roommate slept.

As with most Psych classes, I barely remembered what was discussed as
soon as I walked out of the classroom an hour and a half later. Feeling
my stomach complaining, I walked down the hall towards the Student Union
to grab my customary sausage, egg, and cheese muffin breakfast. As
usual, the SU was abuzz with people coming and going, and I barely took
notice, intent on getting my daily dose of grease and fat.

After purchasing my breakfast, I ducked out the back door of the SU to
avoid the club tables that always started getting set up around the SU
front door at this time. In my current half-dead, hungry state of mind,
I wasn't in the mood to get accosted by some club member waving fliers,
condoms, or whatever else in my face.

As I made the long trek back to my dorm room, I was greeted by the
blustering Buffalo winds as they swept across the nearly treeless
expanse of campus. I gritted my teeth and yelled at the wind under my
breath, challenging it to knock me over. As with most windy days, the
wind failed to do so this time and I made it back to my dorm in one
piece, albeit a little ruffled.

I arrived at my room around 9:30 and saw that my roommate had already
left for his 9AM class. I dropped my bag on the floor and awakened my
computer that I had left on overnight. Ahh, the beauty of a permanent T1
connection.

As I was pulling all of my IM programs out of Away mode, I found a
message from a teenage friend from AW that simply said "you watching the
news?" I answered "No...", thinking that he was going to tell me that
the news was reporting on some silly story or other. Instead, he
responded "2 planes have crashed into the world trade center towers in
newyork." I turned on the TV and was instead greeted by images the
Pentagon, burning.

We then spent the next hour swapping information as it was reported on
TV, and I immediately messaged all of my friends and family who were
online, asking if they saw what was happening. My brother just couldn't
believe it all, responding simply with "shit!". My dad, who teaches at
the Naval War College, couldn't go to work because the Navy base was on
highest alert: Only essential government employees were allowed on base.
My mother, who had to travel to DC that morning on business, informed me
that her plane had landed just before the FCC had grounded all air
travel. She said she could see the smoke of the Pentagon from her 6th
floor office. She then said she was going to watch the news in the first
floor lounge. She didn't feel safe on the 6th floor.

My roommate came back from his class, having heard what had happened in
class, just in time to see the first tower fall. My AW friend
immediately messaged me "CBS just showed the tower falling. this is
history."

"This is war" I replied.

I then got up from my computer and sat down in my roommate's recliner,
and stayed there the rest of the day, eyes glued to the TV waiting to
see what would happen next, only getting up to answer the occasional
messages coming through my computer. My roommate informed me that they
had canceled classes for the rest of day, but the announcement didn't
even register with me. I just sort of nodded and mumbled "That's good."

I'm not exactly known for being able to display my emotions, always
trying to hide them behind a facade of calm and sarcasm, and this
instance was no different. But instead of trying to just keep up
appearances, I actually didn't know what to feel.

I felt a chill go down my spine as I watched people jumping out of the
Twin Towers, to their deaths. I felt a sense of snide "shit's-on"
bravado against those who orchestrated the attacks, knowing in my heart
that they would pay for this. I felt the feeling of "this isn't really
happening", almost as if I was watching a movie. Oddly enough, I even
felt a sense of pride when I heard that they had stopped an Amtrak train
in Providence, RI looking for supporters of the hijackers (Being a
native Rhode Islander, any time RI gets in the news, whether good or
bad, is cool to me).

The result of all these jumbled feelings was one of numb emptiness. In
the end, I felt absolutely nothing. Though all the events registered in
my mind: the thousands of deaths, the repercussions of these acts, the
effects on my family, in my heart I felt nothing.

That emptiness would remain with me until it was replaced with something
else: pride. Pride in seeing my fellow countrymen coming together and
standing up to those who would stand against us. Pride in seeing them
come together to help each other, either by lining up to give blood or
sign up for the armed forces. So, in the midst of all the sorrow and
pain, I inwardly rejoiced, because I knew that, not only were we going
to make it through this, but we would become stronger because of it.

So, on this one year anniversary of the darkest day in American history,
if not the world, I honor the memory of those who are no longer with us
by praying for those who still are. Praying that our sense of unity
won't disappear into the night like a passing fad. Praying that we will
stand tall as one against all who would wish to see us fall, and truly
be the *United* States of America.

Everyone has a September Story. I encourage you to share yours as we all
remember what we lost, and also what we found within ourselves. May you
and yours find peace on this day, and may God continue to bless America.

Sep 12, 2002, 1:05am

very well said goob thanks for sharing
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Sep 12, 2002, 1:11am

i still remember how quiet the days after were with no planes in the air.
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Sep 12, 2002, 1:33am

In article <3D7FEAB4.1060106 at utn.cjb.net>, gooberking at utn.cjb.net says...
> Where Were You When...?

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Goob, I am really glad you started this post. Some folks here will
probably tell you it should have been posted in "general discussion" but
OH WELL :-)

My story is this:

Last September 11th I was on the left coast, living in a small town in
Central California (God's country). The day started as usual with my
husband's alarm waking me at 5:30am and my snoozing while he showered and
such. After he left for work, I grumbled and got out of bed to get ready
to start my job as a Loan Processor at the local Chase Manhattan Mortgage
branch office (I really loved that job and the people I worked with). I
hate getting up in the morning, I am NOT a morning person but since I was
going to a job and a place I liked, it was okay. My job starting time was
8am so I usually crawled out of bed about 6:30am right after hubby left.
Since I lived in a small town, my job was only a 5 minute drive from my
house. I always did two things in the morning: 1) Switched on the TV to
CNN (our local news station basically sucked) 2) Made a 4 cup pot of
coffee to get me started. Sept 11, 2001 was no different. I grabbed the
remote, switched on the TV, and made my way to the kitchen. I got the
coffee started and went back to the bedroom that my ill cat was using (he
was 20 years old and sick, he died 6 weeks later) and checked up on him.
He had made a mess during the night, so I went into the garage to grab
some cleaning things to clean it up. That probably took 10-15 minutes
because I spent some quality time with him. By this time it was about 10
minutes to 7 Pacific (almost 10am Eastern). I went back to the kitchen,
grabbed a cup of java and a cigarette and went back to the bedroom
planning to spend 10 minutes watching CNN before starting my shower.

Here is where it got hairy ... Entering the bedroom I looked at the TV to
see the 1st plane hitting the North tower. I thought I was walking in on
a commercial for a new movie "Towering Inferno 2" or something. I settled
down on the bed to watch. Then I saw the take on the 2nd plane hitting
the South tower. At this point I was beginning to realize that this might
be REAL. The thought kinda crept up on me slowly ... I'm thinking "OMG,
is this really happening?" I watched as CNN flipped back and forth to
some coverage about a possible terrorist attack and the hint that other
planes had been hijacked. I got a very bad feeling immediately and began
to worry about my younger sister who lives in Baltimore but does a lot of
flying for her company.

Once I finally decided that this was indeed real, I called my husband.
While I was talking to him the attack on the Pentagon was being
broadcast. I asked my husband "have you heard yet?" He says "what?"
reasonably so, and I said "Our country is under attack! They have
destroyed the World Trade Center in New York and I am currently watching
coverage from Washington DC Looks like they hit the Pentagon as well". He
asked if I was going to work, I said Yes I would go in. I then called my
jobplace and got Doug our only PITA. Doug is like "Loan Officer of the
Year" and is all about the almighty buck. When Doug realized it was me,
his first comment was "What? I have put a client on hold to take your
call" I asked him if he knew what was happening. He said no, and I told
him to turn on the TV there, after he spoke to his client, as our country
was at war. When I arrived at work, Doug was in the conference room
watching the TV which is what we all did most of the day.

I managed to get my brother in law on the phone later that day. My sister
was safe, and had phoned him from someplace in Pennsylvanna. Her plane
was asked to land there and she and 2 strangers had rented a car and were
driving back to Baltimore. My sister sent me an email yesterday in which
she expressed a lot of feelings as she was "remembering 9/11/01 as the
day she was in the air with 4 hijacked planes and wondering if they would
ever make it to the airport they were directed to land in". She further
expressed the numb feeling she had while driving back to Baltimore with
two strangers who were equally as numb.

Yes we will always remember, and we all have our tale to tell ...

Wings0nite

Sep 12, 2002, 9:25am

I had an angiogram (minor heart procedure) that morning. The planes started
hitting as I was wheeled out of the operating room. They said they had to
get everyone out of the hospital who could possibly walk, because they were
expecting 2,000 casualties. My nurse couldn't get through to her husband,
an EMT. She used my cell phone and was finally able to talk to him. He was
on his way to the WTC.

I couldn't get home. The roads were blocked. Traffic at a standstill.
After hours of driving and trying to find a way home, I was running out of
gas. The gas stations weren't selling gas. They had shut down. I stopped
at several hotels. No rooms. No one could leave, so no one was checking
out. Finally at a hotel I was in tears. Exhausted and still groggy from
the drugs from the procedure, I begged for a side office so I could lie
down.

The manager finally said probably no one would be checking in, and gave me a
room reserved for someone else. I fell asleep immediately, kept waking up,
each time a new horror on CNN in front of me.

The next day I was able to get home. I watched the WTC burn from my living
room and bedroom windows. The incredible volumes of smoke.

No planes in the air, and then the clutch of fear when I'd hear one -- a
fighter jet. Stories from friends who lived in Manhattan. Couldn't get
home. Didn't want to get home. Couldn't find friends.

Every morning on my way to work seeing the billowing smoke, no planes in the
air except fighter jets, more police cars than I'd ever seen in my life,
National Guard trucks.

I thought I'd never stop crying. I still cry. That's good -- you can't cry
enough tears for 3,000 stilled heartbeats, for the horror and pain they
suffered, for the horror and pain of the survivors.

I don't think there's an American that did not change that day. We learned
that people can be far worse, and far better, than we ever imagined. And we
instantly knew that life would never be the same.

One year later, we try to figure out how to live our lives as we learn what
this new "normal" is all about.

Take care, my friends.

Kerstin

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Sep 12, 2002, 12:09pm

As a child I used to have recurring nightmares involving helicopters in
masses, sprinkling a morning sky.
War...in America.
I think they were caused by the "duck and cover" exercises we had to
practice daily at school.
When I think back to those days and how much fear children had of a
possible war in our own country, it makes me wonder what horrible fears our
babies have in todays environment with actual "bombings" haveing incurred:(
I was awakened that morning from the daily routine of my sister's
(NutherBit's)Rhodesian ridgeback trying to french kiss me! (Seriously, this
is true:)
After doing the "yuck!" morning scream, I proceeded to the kitchen
(avoiding the Tibetan spaniel under foot) to make some heavy duty coffee for
NutherBit's family and myself.
Now it was time for letting the "dogs" out to the back yard and enjoy my
coffee and smoke.
Every morning it was so wonderful to step outside with that first cup
and view the Superstition Mountains in all their splendor. Always
envisioning myself scaling that terrain and finding the lost Dutchman's
mine. (We can dream can't we?:)
It is ever so quiet out in the desert. Peaceful. Mmmmmmmm.....love that
coffee and quietude.
I stepped back inside the house and the look on NutherBit's face was
that of loss and terror.
The news was reporting that a jet had hit the first tower.
All you could hear in the house were exclamations of "Oh my God...Oh
no...."
Then tears.....
I think the first tears were for people's losses, for the dieing and
deceased,then for fear.
NutherBit and her family had to go to work. I wanted all of us to stay
home together. So much concern that anything could happen anywhere now, and
them being elsewhere. Soooo much worry....
We immediately called our Mother. She was ok. I had to call my
daughters, and reassure them that things were going to be ok. It is very
hard being hundreds of miles away from your babies when they need you and
you need them.
That night, no commercial planes were flying. Out in the desert you can
see for miles. What I saw were occasional fighter jets far off in the
distance. Protecting our skies. I think for a month and longer we all
watched the skies, and became unnerved whenever we saw something occupying
them.
I can not imagine the horror and pain those in New York experienced:(
I was scheduled to fly to Texas in less than a week. And then a return
flight a week after that. Geeeeeze! Folks, I am NOT an avid fan of flying!
But nothing was going to stop me from meeting King Tex IRL:) Oh my! That
means we have an anniversary this week! *thinking of which restaurant we
should go to*.
The Phoenix airport was eerily quiet and void of the usual hustle and
bustle. It seemed Southwest Airlines was the only company operating at that
time.
I remember how people were looking at each other in the counter line.
Casing each other out, as I was also. We were all strangers to each other.
Who knows "who" could bring on yet another horrible disaster at any time.
There was a young couple of Eastern Indian decent sitting all by
themselves. I couldn't help but feel sorry for them. People's attention were
focused on them. The constant quick side glances checking them out for any
signs of anything that could cause our plane to not make it's destination.
A couple months later in Mesa a young man of Eastern Indian decent was
murdered. Was it a crime to be of Eastern Indian decent in America now?
Later that month, a Caucasian, hippie looking guy was caught attempting
to light a bomb in his shoe. So much for racial biases huh?
My heart goes out to all those that suffered and continue to suffer, to
all the families and friends of 911 victims, and to all of us that even
though thousands of miles away from the disaster, are victims. And mostly to
our babies dreaming of helicopters against peaceful blue skies.........

Sep 12, 2002, 12:14pm

My story isn't exactly soul stirring or heart wrenching, but I'll share it anyway.

It was a completely normal September morning. I woke up in my subhuman state, I drank my coffee and grudgingly went off to school.

Up until fourth period, hours after the first plane had flown into the world trade center, I had a completely standard and maddeningly dull day. I had just sat down for my heart throbbingly exciting world geography course when my friend, sitting next to me, said something to the effect of "Hey Kyle, the U.S. is under attack by terrorists!" I contemplated this statement for a moment, and finally I responded with "What?!"

The teachers would not tell us anything. I harassed every one of them to no end, until finally, in *sixth* period, the class and I managed to convince our teacher to drop the lessons for the day and tell us what the hell was going on. So, we got a brief rundown of the situation, but nothing thorough. The first time I got any solid news was when I got home and parked in front of the television.

Mainly the question that kept running through my mind was "Why?". I can still find no reason that those thousands of people deserved to have their lives judged and destroyed in such a short instant.

I hate war. I hate it with a passion. I believe that war is a failure of diplomacy, and failure of diplomacy is a failure of intelligence on one or both of the opposing sides. But this... this was just pointless. I was both beyond anger and beyond grief. The act was so hideous and monstrous that the reality of the happening never fully registered in my mind, and to this day, it still hasn't.

I'm very far away from New York, so it was and is hard for me to feel the effects of September 11th. What was foremost in my mind on that day, one year ago, is still so today: disgust. Absolute disgust.

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Sep 12, 2002, 4:21pm

My boring story:

Lets see.......
I found out in school, second to third period junction.
I notice people behaving oddly in the hall, the terrorist attacks happened
late second period. Oh well it's just my school. I go to my desk drop my
books and go talk to my one friend at the other side of the room. A few of
my fellow students come into the room Oh god we are going to die? Okay what
was that all about? Another student walks in and saying something crashed
into a World Center Trade Tower or whatever you call it. What is a World
Center Trade? I didn't even know what it was, or what you called it. The
teacher wasn't there that day, a substitute walks in with a tv from the
library and plugs in the tv, and cable. The first thing that comes on is
CNN. I see the sight of a huge tower burning. Wow that can't be good. The
next second another plane goes barreling into the side of the other tower
next to it. We have now found out these were World Trade Centers, things
very important to the business and stock market and crap. Then found out a
plane crashed into the pentagon and one went into shanksville, Shanksville
is a town about 15 minutes away from mine. Parents begin to get worried. My
mother was the first to come and pick me up, but reports from fellow
students say It was hectic all day, people late for class, tv's in every
class room, everyone in awe, quiet, can't speak, amazed at what they are
seeing. The lines from the other end of the school to the office, huge,
parents wanting to pick up their children.


--
Brock - 308723
AW 3.3 Build: 419
Brock at iceflare.net

Sep 12, 2002, 4:26pm

Something i wanted to say before:

Seeing anything happen to this nation anymore is so rare. When i actually
seen it happen i was in quite alot of disbelief, although it didnt set in
immediately after a few days it's like wow did that really happen?
It's like my science teacher said "You will remember this for the rest of
your life, where you were, and what you were doing.

--
Brock - Proud American

Sep 12, 2002, 8:46pm

This is actually from a paper I wrote for history but here it is anyway:

September 11 started out as any other day in the 365 of the year. It was
hazy over Manhattan island as usual and in the lower 70s. That is until,
8:45 am when the first plane hit the first tower. This was a surprise but it
was not, as of yet, thought of as a terrorist attack. After all there have
been close calls before and a plane flew into the Empire State Building once
before in 1912. Instantly a fire broke out in the explosive airplane fuel.
Throwing papers out windows, with the clouds blocking out the sun, it looked
like a snowy night outside. Flaming debris was laying on the ground along
with lots of other things thrown out of the building. Then 18 minutes later
at 9:03 am the South Tower was hit by United Airlines Flight 175. By now
most people suspect a terrorist attack. At 9:30 am the President makes his
first announcement stating the country has suffered "an apparent terrorist
attack". At 9:40 am, for the first time in US History, the FAA (Federal
Aviation Administration), halts all flights over the US and states that any
unaccounted for airplanes will be shot down and that all incoming flights
will be diverted to Canada. It was too late for the Pentagon though. At 9:43
am the Pentagon was hit by American Airlines Flight 77. Luckily, the side it
hit was undergoing renovation and most people in the building escape without
injury. Eventually 20 minutes apart from each other the North and South
Tower collapse.

This turned out to be one of the worst days in US history. Comparable only
to the bombing of Pearl Harbor. I remember the first time I heard about it.
We were sitting in Ms. Fried's class and she had the radio on. We has been
in her class for about 8 minutes when the plane hit the pentagon Then in art
they started calling the whole school out for "early dismissal" name by
name. They didn't say what it was for or why but it was obviously because of
what happened. When I got home my mom had news channel 11 on and they had a
helicopter view of the burning buildings. I got online and it seamed that
there wasn't anyone who hadn't heard about it. And considering most of my
friends live in other countries that was nonetheless somewhat weird feeling.

Could all of this had been prevented? Some people think so. On August 15,
2001 flights instructors in Minneapolis phoned the FBI about 2 men with bad
English wanting to learn how to fly a 747 but not takeoff or land. This memo
was for the most part cast aside not again to be noticed until after the
fact.

This also affected my dad at work who works with the Philadelphia -
Baltimore area for Verizon. The Verizon building for Manhattan was only a
few blocks away from the World Trade Center. Once the first plane hit they
were working on rerouting the phone lines to divert them from the World
Trade Center. Then once they collapsed knocking down the antenna on the top
of tower one they had to get phone services to all the downed area's within
2 weeks. They resorted to running wires out windows from the switching
offices and down along the streets because they couldn't get under them.

It is unsure what will happen in the future. There have been scares such as
people attaching bombs on to the bottom of passenger ships. And words used
have become more forewarning such as once future acts of terrorism were
"probable" now they're "inevitable". The war on terrorism will be an eternal
war. Never ending, never stopping, never being able to be defeated.


"And ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars: see that ye be not troubled:
for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation
shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be
famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers (diverse) places. All
these are the beginning of sorrows. And then shall many be offended, and
shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. And many false
prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. But he that shall endure unto
the end, the same shall be saved." - Matthew 24:6-8, 10-11, 13.

Sep 12, 2002, 9:14pm

And this is the full story of what happened to me that day.


As many have stated before me it started out as a typical September day.
School had only started a few weeks ago and already things weren't going to
well. From already having 2 fights starting in school and finding out that
my friend (who at the time was only 13) was already smoking kind of got my
spirits down to the point that I barely wanted to come out of my room. When
we got into homeroom that day at around 8:20am I sat down awaiting a normal,
typical, boring day. Strangely enough we were just starting to talk about
WWI in history and other such things. History ended at around 9am or so (I
don't really remember my schedule anymore) and we went on to Spanish, which
as usual was boring, and doing repeats of Donde esta? and Qual es la fecha?.
As of yet we hadn't heard anything although by that time both of the towers
had already been hit. This was nothing unusual in my school considering no
one tells anyone anything. I doubt even most of the teachers knew. After
Spanish was over we proceeded to English where Ms. Fried had her radio on.
CNN was talking about possible suspects and we sat down to listen.
Eventually they started to mention about how the planes crashed into the
World Trade Centers and how the FCC had barred all commercial flights. For
all that time the class was silent. No one saying a word or doing much of
anything. When English we (or at least I since we didn't have the same
specials) went to Art class with Ms. Berlin. The people from my class seamed
to be the only ones who had heard the news (not even the teacher knew about
it) and started spreading it. About 15 minutes into class a voice came over
the intercom saying "Will the following people please come down the main
office for early dismissal". Slowly they started calling every single person
in the schools name off as their parents arrived. Later I found out that the
reason we were being "officially" dismissed was not because of the attacks
but because Maryland governor had declared a state of emergency in order to
be able to provide emergency services to NY. It wasn't until I got home that
I saw the first images of what happened. My mom had on channel 23 (which
broadcasts NBC news) and they were showing an aerial view of the smoke
bellowing out of the first world trade center. I immediately rushed to my
room and turned on the TV and started AW. The first person I talked to was
SpunkyMonkey (creator of the Quazar laser tag in AWTeen) then to a few of my
friends online. I could not find one person that did not know about what had
happened. My friend from Germany set up a live video stream of the news
there, as I also did, they were slowing footage of the British prime Minster
speaking about the attacks with a German voice repeating what he was saying
(in German of course). The rest of the week went on as usual with the death
count constantally changing.

Sep 13, 2002, 4:10am

I remember the day just as if it were yesterday. I woke up at my normal
time.. 5:30 AM, here on the West coast.. California. I slowly got up, jumped
in the shower, got out, came back to my room, and turned on FOX 11 news. I
just kind of stared at the news. A tower, in new york - World Trade Center..
burning. Reports were that it was a plane that caused the accident.

As soon as I heard the words "A small craft has crashed into the world trade
center", a chill went all the way down the back of my body. I woke my mom.
She was shocked.

For the rest of the morning, it was normal proceedure in my life. I had just
started Sophomore year in high school a few days earlier, and was getting
ready for school. I remember keeping the television on while getting ready,
steadily listening to the news... Then, I heard that a second plane had
crashed into the remaining tower. More chills. Screaming newscasters, and
people in the streets from the live feed. It was 6:25 and time to go to
school, so I snagged my brothers walkman and ran out the door to the bus.

Needless to say that the bus was full of people comparing stories, what
happened when, the current events. I was the only one with a *working*
radio, so I tuned it in... As i did, I remember the most horrifying thing in
the world. A newscaster.. hysterical, yelling as I heard that the first
tower fell. It was the strangest feeling in the world. I looked at my
friends on the bus... and... could barely say it... when I did, the bus got
completely silent. The rest of the ride happened in almost silence, with me
relaying what was occuring to friends. For about a half hour or so things
were... the same. Then, as we got close to my school (it takes about an hour
to go from my house, to my school on the bus)... I hear "Oh my god.. oh my
god, the pentagon has just been struck by another plane" - we were five
minutes away from school by then, and I remember the faces of everyone on
the bus as I turned around, and told them "The.. the pentagon has just been
hit". Utter shock, silence, and fear in their eyes, and indeed, in my own.

For the next five minutes, and as I walked into my first period class, I
just remember praying over and over "God please save us. God please save us
all..." over and over. I don't think I have ever prayed that much, in that
short amount of time...

Upon coming into my first period english class, it was the most horrifying
thing I had ever seen. The TV was on, and everyone was watching it.. as we
sat down, within those 30 seconds of entering, and sitting, I saw the second
tower just... crumble down. I think I almost went into pure shock as i
stared at that television. I had not seen the first tower fall... only heard
the screams... For the rest of that period, people came in silently, sat,
and watched... the whole day was like that, until I got home and called up
one of my greatest friends.

That is my story. As I said, I don't think it will ever leave me. I've had
some dreams about it. But.. I will never forget, being on that bus, on my
way to school... and hearing those reporters - the people who always keep
their cool, screaming such horrified words... I certainly won't ever forget.

Poseidon

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Sep 13, 2002, 5:20am

A site that the people at AWEC put up shortly after the attacks last year.

http://www.awcommunity.org/awec/activeworlds_united/

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