The Black Day

I can't believe it's been 3 years already.

I remember coming in from school and watching it live on TV, I couldn't believe my eyes, the news was all about it for the next couple of weeks, it was so sad.

It's one of those things I will remember for the rest of my life, and it's one of the saddest things I have ever seen.

I give my respect to all those who died in the attacks, and their familes and friends.

May they rest in peace.

Ames

in all honesty, at the time, since it was such a huge thing and so unbelivable, for a couple days, i really didn't care. after a day or two though, it hit that it did actually happen and how many people had died. that was an unpleasant couple of days when that realization came...

I think everyone will always remember what they were doing the moment they found out.

I myself had just woken up and turned on the TV. I saw the headline across the bottom of the screen. "America Under Attack" but I didn't really pay too much attention. I just figured it was the media overreacting about something again, until I realized that the same thing was on every channel. I got on the internet and found out what was going on, it didn't sink in at first, not for a long while really. It wasn't until the one-year anniversary that I truly cried. Both my parents were at work and my brother at school (my youngest brother homeschools and he was still asleep) and we called each other to make sure everyone was okay, even though we really knew that everyone was fine we just needed to hear each other's voices.

i was at school when it happened and every class with a tv in it was tuned to cnn and people were crowded around watching it. i watched a bit and then went off to get something to eat as i hadn't had breakfast.

I remember my Dad ws working for the recycle company he was in the neighborood he came iside waking us up sayin the towers got hit. All day the tv's were on in evey class....sad sad day

All of our teachers didn't let us know until like three hours after. We got back from lunch and our teacher had the TV on. She changed the channel and said "I think you kids will need to know this", and it showed the towers being hit. I was thinking it was like some cruel prank or just an accident, but then as the teacher started talking it dawned on me that this was bad.

A very sad day indeed, and not just for America but for the whole world.

I wrote a tribute to 9/11, and you can read it in Writers Hangout, on this forum.

Everyone always says they'll never forget when Kennedy was assasinated. I was too young for that but, I will always remember 9/11. I saw the second plane hit live and I was just devastated. I couldn't take my eyes off the news for weeks.

At that moment I new that life, as we knew it, was never going to be the same. I knew a lot of people that actually lost family and friends. The entire nation came together like I'd never seen before.

Nothing brings people closer together than a common enemy.

Since the attacks of September 11th I have often thought the real tragedy was in peoples inabillity to grieve . Hundreds of families in New york and around the world lost brothers, sisters, mothers , fathers ... well we get the picture . And yet in any documentary I have watched people close to ground zero have said things like , 'I was lucky another familly had it much worse' . Nobody ever seemed to feel they had a right to cry and feel sad just for themselves .

Kismit, that is what I found so remarkable about it. So many people were suffering and they weren't thinking of themselves. That seems to me to be a rare commodity these days. They were healing their own grief by helping others.

Some of us were numbed, some cried for days...the people that were putting on a brave front, for the most part, were resolved. It was someting we were never sure we would have to deal with on a large scale and reality hit us right in the face.

Michelle ,
The human spirit is a remarkable thing ..

S&A,

Besides being grossly insensitive, your post wasn't really relevant to the spirit of this thread. I've gone ahead and given it it's own topic in the 'conspiricies' category.

MM

wow....3 years already. doesnt seem like its been that long at all. i remember it happened when i was in seventh grade and the teachers were talking about it and we watched CNN like all day. i didnt really see why it was so bad at first...then i realized and i felt sad inside. its just such a terrible thing that happened and i can never forget it.

I was watchin this show about 9/11 ..yesterday since it's 9/12 now. Mn I can't believe that people were...literally jumping out of the windows that high! I can't think about that what was going through their minds? OMG tht is so ad some of us don't really think much about it ...but think picture yourself falling from the world trade center! We just need to put a stop to killings we need to learn how to save lives....

Funny thing, until yesterday, I didn't really realize how many people died that day.
Feh, I didn't even know what the World Trade Center was back when it happened.
I remember coming home from school and my daddy was home and he's like "did you hear about what happened today?". And I remember seeing the footage on TV. But I didn't care. I feel horrible now, of course, but that's beside the point.
I guess when you're ten unless s*** like that effects your life directly it's just more "grown-up stuff".
I dunno......... **shrugs and starts singing yellowcard's "Beleive"**

I remember waking up that day uncommonly early for school like at 5:40 a.m. and suddenly there was this big breaking news flash on the t.v. they went to footage of one of the towers being hit by a plane and before i left for school the second plane had hit.
I arrived at school finding that none of my friends knew or cared about what happened but when I went to math class the t.v. was on and my teacher was frantic because her uncle was a firefighter and was over there, i felt kind of sad but that was it.
When i came back home i reluctantly watched the news again and then i started seeing all this footage of people missing, people crying, people dying, people suffering and that's when it finally hit me what had happened. I finally felt actual pain and sorrow, but that day has given me hope that the world can be a better place by the way the people of New York came together and helped each other without expecting anything in return.
I just wish that it didn't have to take such a big disaster for people to realize this.

Wow! Three years! I was getting ready for school that morning, and my friend came over and knocked on my doors in tears, and told me what she had just seen on the news (that the first plane hit)...so we turned on the news, and just then the second one hit. My uncle works like 4 blocks away from there and we couldn't get ahold of him, so we were freaking out. We didn't hear from him till the next day, but thankfully he was fine. I can't imagine the pain and sorrow those families that lost loved ones have to go through. I hope that one day they can find peace. After Sept. 11th though, I was really proud to be an American, watching how our country really came together for the greater good, and did anything they could to help out. It was really amazing!!!

I was in the military at the time. One of my friends said to go check out the TV the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. As I walk in to see whats going on the second plane hits. After that we had about three hours of down time. Then the next two weeks is a blur. I was at Fort Knox, which is a training station and we had to train up the Reserves and National Guard. Plus with being on the top ten places to strike we had massive guard duties take over. I went down to about four hours of sleep a night. Just a crazy time. The weirdest part was all of a sudden people loved us. Normally we were ignored or disliked. Then people loved us. You started seeing the "We love our Troops" signs and the American flag was up everywhere. It's kind of sad it took a tragedy to make people appreciate their country again.

I was at highschool back then...
I started my day early, at about 7a.m, so when I got back home I grab something to eat and went to bed.
Then at about 16:15 (the time gap between Israel and the US is 7 hours...), I heared my sister running down the stairs speaking on the cellular phone, saying something like "was it the Iraqis?", and just went out in a swift and drove to her friend.
I woke up from the noise she made, switched on the TV, and went to the bathroom, when I suddenly heared a voice from the TV something like "you are know here with us... a plane just hit the WTC...". It took me a couple of seconds when I understood what was going on, and ran straight back to the TV.
The phone rang that afternoon for 10, maybe 20 times.
Me and my friends thought it was the beginning of WW3... my dad said that who ever did it, they chose the wrong people to mess with.

A relative of mine worked in the WTC, but he went to buy a cup of coffee with a friend of his that morning.