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Where were you...?

rootabaga

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I was getting ready to step in the shower and turned on the radio. Regular programming was obviously preempted.

As they were talking about the planes, the first tower came down.

Not much work got done that day.

It was a defining moment for this generation.



Please don't turn this into a political and social debate. It's meant solely as a reminder, in memoriam to those who lost their lives that day. May they rest in peace.
 
I was working in an advertising agency back then. I noticed a significant lag in internet speed. Down in the lobby was a huge tv screen. I walked by and saw the receptioninst being pale, staring at the screen. We all stood right there, silent, watching. Like the earth stood still with us.
All I could think of was 'I want to go home, I want to be home, safe.'
 
I was home sick, my house and cell phone started ringing, coworkers telling me what had happened. My office is in upstate NY but our corporate headquarters was in the North Tower. Nine of my coworkers never made it out.

I got up and turned the tv on and watched the second plane hit. Couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was just so unreal and incomprehensible.

The kid was in school, I wanted him home.
 
On the first anniversary of the attack, I wrote an essay of sorts to recount exactly how it felt to me.

It's fairly long, so no need to read it if you are not so inclined.

The Dark Day.
 
I was on my honeymoon. We were sleeping in and a PA announcement about 9/11 woke us up. We immediately turned on the TV to see the news. The images I saw made me feel like I was watching some action movie. It was so surreal.
 
I was driving to work... just starting the long commute.

heard it on the radio... was thinking.. that it was a very bad joke the DJ was playing. NOT funny.. they going to get sued. as I heard more.. and turned to other stations...it sunk in.

when I got to the office .. an hr later.
everyone was like in shock... zoned out.. glued to TVs and Computers.
 
I was in New Orleans working at the Superdome at the time. I remember going by the HR managers office where she had a tv going and I saw the first plane hit and then people just panicking and freaking out. They were supposed to have a major banquet that day and already had most of the food cooked for it when they decided to cancel everything and send all the workers home. It was also around the same time that they had buried my Grandfather. So when I called my dad to ask what he though he didn't know yet so I was the one who broke it to him I was told after that all the family were glued to their cells trying to find out everything they could. It was a very sad day for all America.
 
I was at my house [in Dallas] getting ready for work. I was watching "Today in LA" on KNBC [thanks to DirecTV, I got my hometown channels]. They broke in with a live shot of the WTC on fire, saying that there'd been an accident, apparently a plane had crashed into it...and that was it, regular programming didn't return.

I called my daughter [in San Francisco] and we both switched from channel to channel in absolute shock. We were still on the phone when the second plane hit...and then the reality that this was no accident. I told my daughter not to go near the Transamerica Pyramid, as it could be a target, and she normally walked right past it.

As I drove to work I noticed something I had never seen in my whole life, a sky with no planes in it. As I drove around Love Field it was just surreal.

At work, it was stunned silence as I walked through the office. Employees were in various stages of shock, some absolutely pale-faced. I unlocked my door and went in, tried to get work done, but mostly watched coverage of the attacks.

Came home at some point, hugged the hell out of my 'kids' (my Great Danes and cats), then watched TV well into the night...
 
I had started working for the Immigration and Naturalization Service (I was actually a temp to a subcontractor) not long before this happened.

We didn't have any televisions in the vicinity of where I worked, so when we heard that a plane hit one of the towers my first thought was that some dumbass two-seater plane might have snagged one of the towers while trying to do aerobatics or something.

Then we heard about the second plane.

We were sent home, which on one level was kind of surprising (our office is in Vermont and not exactly high-profile), but reasonable on another level. Still, I spent 30 minutes commuting home with the radio on and trying to decide whether I'd be happier with it turned off...and I -never- listen to the radio in my car.

My parents live in southern NY, about an hour north of the city, and while I was reasonably sure they were fine, it took multiple tries to get through (I was on a cell), and I did start to get a bit nervous.

If my dad hadn't been terminated from his job two months earlier he might have been in one of the towers at the time.

I think when the full scope of the situation, beyond the immediate implications, started to sink in was when I woke up the next morning and turned on the tv to find that the special reports were still going. I was 27 at the time, and nothing like that had ever happened before..or, thankfully, since. The closest analog would have been the non-stop broadcast of the OJ Simpson car chase.

I was supposed to fly into the city that weekend for a wedding banquet, but unsurprisingly my flight (and the banquet itself) was canceled and the banquet postponed.
 
Kid called as I was driving to work. All I saw in my mind's eye was King Kong on the Empire State Building. I thought she was kidding. Got to work and checked the news and all hell broke loose. Boss was in NY, and we had to pull every travel commercial we had on air.
 
BTW - there is a memorial for 9/11 on Mars. Spirit and Opportunity both have authentic pieces of wreckage hammered straight and installed with an American Flag decal.
 
I honestly don't even remember the day. My school didn't do anything during the event. I was not told anything about the event after it happened. My school didn't talk about it. It's like it didn't even happen.

It's sad really. I didn't learn about it until I was in 5th or 6th grade (3 to 4 years later). In history class.
 
I was getting ready for school and watching the Today show with my parents, as was my morning ritual. I lived in rural Southern Utah, safely tucked away from any potential targets, and it was MST...so we were 2 hours behind NY. Shortly before 7 AM, I walked into the room to see the TV on and the burning North Tower. I then saw the second plane hit. I remember being confused(I was 11 and didn't have an understanding of geopolitics or Islam) about why this happened, as well as angry. At school we continued watching the coverage. No lessons were taught. We just watched and absorbed what was going on.
 
I honestly don't even remember the day. My school didn't do anything during the event. I was not told anything about the event after it happened. My school didn't talk about it. It's like it didn't even happen.

It's sad really. I didn't learn about it until I was in 5th or 6th grade (3 to 4 years later). In history class.
I'm scratching my head here. :hmmmm: So NOTHING happened that day at school--and then NOTHING happened in the following days? What about at home? Didn't parents and older siblings talk about it? What about TV coverage, which was 24/7 nonstop for a long time. I don't get it...
 
I was replacing the waterpump on my Pontiac Firebird Formula 455 from 1971. I heard the horrible news on the radio. I switched on a portable B &W tv set and i couldn't believe my eyes.
 
I honestly don't even remember the day. My school didn't do anything during the event. I was not told anything about the event after it happened. My school didn't talk about it. It's like it didn't even happen.

It's sad really. I didn't learn about it until I was in 5th or 6th grade (3 to 4 years later). In history class.


so you were in 1st or 2nd grade...
I can see why the teachers and school did not want to discuss that with you.
you were to young.. and they left it up to your parents to decide.
 
so you were in 1st or 2nd grade...
I can see why the teachers and school did not want to discuss that with you.
you were to young.. and they left it up to your parents to decide.
Probably why. But that didnt happen.
I'm scratching my head here. :hmmmm: So NOTHING happened that day at school--and then NOTHING happened in the following days? What about at home? Didn't parents and older siblings talk about it? What about TV coverage, which was 24/7 nonstop for a long time. I don't get it...
Nobody talked about it, and I didnt watch the news in the morning. I watched baby luny tunes. The school didnt offer anything, they didnt tell us anything, they didnt offer grief councling, basically they left it all up to the parents. Which they too did nothing. So yes, I never learned about it. Not until 3 to 4 years later.
 
I'm scratching my head here. :hmmmm: So NOTHING happened that day at school--and then NOTHING happened in the following days? What about at home? Didn't parents and older siblings talk about it? What about TV coverage, which was 24/7 nonstop for a long time. I don't get it...

Perhaps nothing would happen that day at school, just thinking of the all the days I spend in school as a teacher, and unless someone has a TV or radio on, or looking on the internet, I don't know what's going on in the outside world, outside of the campus. Not unless something happens in the immediate neighbourhood, or someone comes in and tells everyone. Something like 9/11 should have had something happening in the following days though in a school.

I was in work on the day, and I didn't actually find out until the evening, when I turned the TV on. Think it happened mid-morning UK time.

BTW I'm used to skys with no aeroplanes, that's this part of Inner Mongolia, somewhat off the main flight paths, and two flights a day to Beijing and Hohhot.
 
Perhaps nothing would happen that day at school, just thinking of the all the days I spend in school as a teacher, and unless someone has a TV or radio on, or looking on the internet, I don't know what's going on in the outside world, outside of the campus. Not unless something happens in the immediate neighbourhood, or someone comes in and tells everyone.
Given the scope and horrifying nature of the attacks, it just seems to me that teachers would've been alerted, if not immediately as it was happening, then at least at lunch break. Like when JFK was killed, most school kids knew about it immediately, in class, and some were let out of school early because of it. Considering that our country was under attack on 9/11...I just can't fathom how schools DIDN'T immediately spread the word.

Something like 9/11 should have had something happening in the following days though in a school.
Definitely. It's hard for me to imagine a school just saying, "oh well, let's just ignore it!" That flies in the face of everything I heard in the days that followed the attacks, as schoolchildren around the country were shown dealing with the attacks.

It almost makes me wonder if perhaps sfbloodbrother doesn't remember it. I have ZERO memories of the day JFK was killed. Zero. Yet I have crystal clear memories of the funeral procession, and especially the riderless horse with the backward boots. But NOTHING at all on the day he died.

I was in work on the day, and I didn't actually find out until the evening, when I turned the TV on. Think it happened mid-morning UK time.
The first plane hit a little before 9:00am NY time.

BTW I'm used to skys with no aeroplanes, that's this part of Inner Mongolia, somewhat off the main flight paths, and two flights a day to Beijing and Hohhot.
Interesting. The skies here where I live aren't near or in flight paths for LAX or anything, so it's extremely unusual to see large planes. Well...except for special occasions, like on New Year's Day, that is:

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The stealth bombers fly over or near my house on their way to and from the Rose Parade.

Other than that, it's usually just helicopters and small private planes. There are a number of small airports in the area and a lot of people who pleasure fly in their planes on beautiful, clear days. I can always tell when there's a fire in the San Gabriel Mountains because I become aware of a lot of helicopters in that direction--or when there's a bad wreck on the 210 freeway and the news choppers are covering it.
 
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