9/11/01 Tribute Where Were you When You Heard?

GOD BLESS ALL!!!

At home playing on comp. Watched it all on tv. What a sad and tragic day. I will never forget.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was late for work. I couldn't figure out why all the radio stations had people talking like CNN reporters. When I got to Johnson Space Center (5 minutes from where I live), they were checking vehicles. I got to the office just as the second plane hit the second tower. It was like a punch in the stomach and once I realized we were under attack, I was never angrier than at that moment. By noon, Johnson Space Center was shut down and we had all been sent home.

My daughter was in Washington DC she and her best friend and room mate got off the Metro at the Pentagon station at the moment the flight hit the building. They were told to run and did so. All cell frequencies were jammed and knowing the route they took and the time they would have been at or near the scene and not knowing because of the sketchy reports exactly what was happening I, as I am sure my ex wife was, so frantic and worried that I could not even comprhend what was being said on the tv and radio. It was what seemed like hours,altho in reality only 30 or 45 minutes, before we talked and I had some comfort.

Unfortunately one of their friends who worked in the Pentagon was killed. If you walk down the street today it would be impossible to talk to 50 people and not find one or more who did not suffer either a direct loss or the loss of a friend or aquaintainence. I do hope we replay that footage each year for the rest of my life so no one ever forgets what happened that day!

It was not a republican or democrat loss it was an American loss and I detest those who try to portray it otherwise. No government official or president either Bush or Clinton should be blamed. It was an attack that under the most strict circumstances could have been imagined as far as the magnitude of the devastation.

I do remember with a great deal of pride the true American spirit we experienced in the days following the attack.

Was teaching at a paraedic class. We stopped and watched the TV together til . . . . . late. A lot of firefighters in the class. Very nice tribute.

i was on my way home from work, i first heard it on my car radio, then i heard the second one. When i heard the third one hit, i was home. I knew no one in any of the disasters, but it really affected me. 3 days later, i wrote a poem. I don't think any of us will ever be the same.

paramedic sorry bad spelling

paramedic sorry bad spelling

paramedic sorry bad spelling

I remember that day too well. I had dropped my oldest daughter off at school and was headed to visit my life long best friend that morning, her son was 2 years old hat day!. We sat their on her couch and watched the 2nd tower get hit. I had chills and tears and it was so humbling to watch.

Remember... Our Soldiers are fighting to keep us here Safe! They know what they are fighting for! God Bless them All! and I hope that noone forgets what happened that day! It was unforgettable to me.

God Bless America! HOME OF THE BRAVE!

I was in the Air Force at the time. I was at work and we had just got out of a meeting when we went back to the back to start fixing equipment, we heard about the first building over the radio. We stopped what we were doing and went to a t.v. got there just before plane 2 hit.

I woke up that morning tired and rushed. I was 9 months pregnant and my oldest son was late to school and I had worked all night the night before. We made it to the bus and I came back home and turned on the TV to watch a little mind numbing stuff before I took a little nap. And there it was, the first building was burning people were hanging out of windows and asking wtf happened and then the second plane came into view and along with the rest of the nation I watched my childrens future world change.

I panicked, my son was at the school I didn't know if he was safe. I run to my car and fly over to the school and run down the hall and they are lining up to go to the library the teachers hadn't heard yet. I scooped him up and just stood there for a moment holding him. He came home with me no school that day I needed to see him and know he was okay. As I walk back in the door and he runs off to his room to change out of his school clothes and into play clothes the tv is still on and I see the buildings start to fall and hear in the background of the newscaster OH MY GOD! It was one of the Fire Chiefs that had just arrived on scene and he said just in earshot of the camera that crews were in the building. My heart stopped. My dad was a firefighter/paramedic for 25 odd years or so. And though he had retired and was safe in Texas it was well I can't even find the words to describe it. Firefighters are "family" world around, when one falls each one feels the pain.

Then I see them showing the Pentagon and my heart was pounding panic building in my chest. My mother was supposed to have arrived in DC last night and was supposed to be on that side of the Pentagon that morning for a meeting, she was DOD at the time so was there frequently. I call and call and the lines are busy and the panic grew and I hear my son say Grammy is on the puter mommy. I look and she is there on AIM she is okay her flight had been reschedualed to this morning last night because of issues with the plane last night of course now it was cancelled.

Then flight 93 hits the ground and the stories are already coming out on the phone calls. I am sitting on the couch, tears streaming down my face. 200 firefighters lost not to mention the police officers and EMTs. 1000's of people gone. All different races, religions, men, women, children. And there was nothing that would ever bring it back. Nothing could ever change this. Why did people do this?? I started growing angry. Bush came on TV and did his speech and I start noticing a crowd forming outside my apt complex in the parking lot. It is my neighbors, some who are friends some who I have never met and they are all hugging and crying together. I joined them for awhile and we all stood and we watched the kids (everyone had gone and got their kids) playing in the grass.

I went into labor that night but it stopped on it's own. My son was born Sept. 29th 2001. I watched this country's pride bloom. Flags were on every car. People honked at each other and waved when they saw those flags. And though things have changed a lot since that day, some for better some for worse, whenever I see a flag on a car or a sticker that says support our troops or a firefighter memorial sticker I honk my horn and I wave.

We promised the world to never forget. Lets uphold that promise.

I have some songs that are a tribute to that day. If anyone would like them please message me and we will work out a way to get them to you.