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And I remember going into the canteen, where there was a large-screen TV, and watching footage.
posted by
Kasthu
on September 13, 2006 at 6:18 AM
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9/11 2001 was the first day of my senior year of high school. So there was the confusion of 9/11 and the confusion of settling in back at school. I remember there was a regular assembly in the morning, then It happened, then they called another assembly to talk about what was going on. It was all very scary at the time.
posted by
Kasthu
on September 13, 2006 at 6:18 AM
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Nana,
I was doing some consulting work for a company in small town, a hundred miles or so west of Toronto, and I was staying there for the week. It was a gorgeous, warm morning. I had gone on a brief run, and then arrived at my office at 8. There was a management meeting scheduled for 9. Shortly before 9 one of the guys comes in and tells me that there had been a terrible accident in New York, a jetliner had crashed into a building, and the two of us went into the CEO's office, who was already watching the news. We were terribly shocked, of course, and agreed that the pilot must have lost control of his plane! Then we watched the second plane hit...and the terrible truth began to dawn on us...
We stayed glued to that screen for most of the day, and not much was accomplished, especially since one of the management team had a good friend working in one of the towers. As it turned out later, he got out in time and was safe.
posted by
Nautikos
on September 12, 2006 at 6:47 PM
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I hope by now you've gotten to the point
of remembering your dad and all the good things about your life with him.
On 9-11-01 I was living in Seattle, it was just after 6:00 a.m., and I had been up making coffee, getting ready to go to work when I flipped on the news. They were re-playing the video of the first tower in flames, and I wondered what movie were they playing at that hour. Then, just as it dawned on me this was no movie, the second plane hit, and my knees buckled. I sat there, stunned. It was the same kick in the gut I got when JFK was shot. I called my kids in their various locations, made sure they were okay.
After a while I decided to go ahead and go to work -- it seemed necessary to keep at least one thing on an even keel. Of course nothing was. Even. Everyone who came in knowing what happened was stunned, wading through a sense of the surreal. For those who learned about it after they got to class, all they could do was grab their cell phones, call family. A few days later, someone from Central told us about being in New Jersey, just across the river from the twin towers, waiting to catch a ferry. They saw the whole thing, and worse, they smelled the smoke and dust as it rolled over them.
One thing I remember was that all airplanes were grounded. For a week there was an erie silence over my little house which was on Beacon Hill directly under the flight paths for Boeing Field and SeaTac airports. It was unsettling not to have those ten planes a minute roaring overhead.
posted by
Pat_B
on September 12, 2006 at 11:44 AM
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posted by
bel_1965
on September 11, 2006 at 8:13 AM
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Nanaroo...I'm so sorry for the loss of your dad...
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on September 11, 2006 at 7:15 AM
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fear and chaos
posted by
-blackcat
on September 11, 2006 at 6:53 AM
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Lucy and Tanga
that's interesting - to hear what you were doing-- Bruce and I got a call from his daughter to turn on the TV and we just sat there in shock all day.
posted by
Nanaroo
on September 11, 2006 at 6:49 AM
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So sorry to hear about
your Dad. 5-Years ago today I was still working in South Africa in my office. I got a phone call and was told to go home and watch the news. What was happening was more important than work as it would change the world as we know it. I sat and watched the events unroll in utter shock and dismay. The question of "What now?" kept popping into my mind.
posted by
Tanga
on September 11, 2006 at 6:47 AM
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Nana
How sad! I got a phone call from a friend who told me to turn on the TV. I don't believe I turned it off for a week. I was in S.FL in my own condo and there wasn't anyone but me at home at the time. I do recall the phone never stopped ringing....
posted by
Offy
on September 11, 2006 at 6:47 AM
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