Comments on: Where Were You Seven Years Ago Today?

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By: Josh

Josh — Sat, 20 Sep 2008 18:37:23 +0000

I was only in my freshman year of highschool in my first class of the day, Art major 1, when another teacher ran in the room and turned on the TV and then we all just sat there and watched it. My art teacher said, “Everything will change” and after the past 7 years she was right.

By: Andrew

Andrew — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 07:27:18 +0000

I had taken the 10th, 11th, and 12th off for my annual pilgrimage to the local Jimmy Buffett concert. I stayed up late that Monday night getting everything ready, turning in around 2am. Then at around 10 the next morning I hear the answering machine kicking on in the living room. Pretty much all my friends knew I worked late shift and didn’t normally rise until around sunset so I figured it was a wrong number. Until it kicked on again right away, then again a third time. At that point I knew something was up so I rolled out of bed and checked the message. It was my Mom, sounding a little frantic, telling me to be careful because the terrorists were out and that they had blown up the World Trade Center. I turned on the TV, thinking it was another bombing like the one in 93′. I then spent the next 30 minutes sitting on the end of my bed in stunned disbelief. Watching the towers collapse, the reports from the Pentagon, and all the while a message crawled across the bottom of the screen, stating that Indianapolis Center reported the skies were clear. I called my best friend and co-worker who was also in the National Guard to see if he had heard anything, and decided to head down to his place. Heeding my Mother’s advice, I strapped on my Browning Hi-Power instead of my normal pocket pistol. By the time I got to his place, huge lines were forming at the gas stations. That night, instead of swaying away on the lawn of the local ampitheater to Jimmy, we sat in the dim light of a candle on my friends balcony, sipping beer and trying to wrap our brains around everything. The Guard called him the next day, and after a long stint doing airport security and training exercises, he is in the middle of his first tour in Iraq. His younger brother, a newly minted Lt. in the USMC, is heading back for his second tour in Nov.
Despite all the changes that have taken place since 2001, one thing has not changed. My feelings while watching the archived footage from that day. The shock and anger still persists, along with the bewilderment of how a day that was supposed to be spent partying with friends could turn so tragic in a matter of hours.

By: jim

jim — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 02:54:47 +0000

I was there,i worked in the 88 pct at the time and left work earliy to see my daughter off to her first day of school. Inever made it,.…..
did 2 tours in Iraq and have no regrets,even with all my injuries I would do it today if i could

By: GEORGE

GEORGE — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:52:51 +0000

i was in grade 2 when they hit and i everyone being sent home though i didnt fully understand it at the time i knew the world was a very different place

By: Refunk

Refunk — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 09:45:54 +0000

Was working in the woods on the left coast, observing something, radio playing quietly. Kinda split my attention when a radio voice got all excited and interrupted the music, then I wasn’t sure it wasn’t some stunt like Orson Wells played with War Of The Worlds in ’38, — a hoax — until I found the story on most channels.
Reasoning there was nothing I could personally do at the moment, I continued my thing (which was unexciting for about six more hours) until I could leave that position. Stopped in the first small burg I came to and checked out the TV in a bar. Drove directly to the Red Cross office on my way home, volunteered anything I could do: “No thanks, pretty sure we won’t need any help…” Uh-huh.
When I parked and walked up my front steps, I was stricken by how eerily silent the closely-packed neighborhood was: no auto traffic, no one chattering in yards, and no aircraft providing white noise from a normally busy int’l airport nearby. Inside, my son asked what I thought was going to happen to whoever had done this. I replied that when we figured out “who” that was (I remembered the earlier attack on the WTC, as well as solicitation to conduct further strikes thereon), several entire family lines were going to be completely obliterated from the gene pool along with anybody and their camel who happened to be standing too close.
I have profound respect for those who have worn the same battle dress as I once did. Remember, too, that men & women in the military do not cut their own orders. No one can convince me that a committed presidency couldn’t have found OBL in seven goddamned years and also cleansed the Earth of his relatives, accomplices, resources, and favorite goat.
When that happens, things can’t help but improve a little in all our lives (I invite anyone directing sermons to me against vengeance to STFU).

By: Damon

Damon — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 10:15:28 +0000

I was working on the Boise airport construction site when someone said a small plane had hit the Towers in New York. I wasn’t worried because planes had hit them before and it didn’t hurt them, much. Then we saw everyone leaving the airport, on FOOT! Which I thought was very odd indeed. Our stupid company didn’t release us from work until 5pm, which is when I found out about the seriousness of the attacks. I was pissed our company had held us up; my family was devastated and jumpy as hell and needed me! I never saw the people jumping out of the buildings, thank god.
I greatly appreciate our ALLIES, especially the Brits and the Aussies, for their stalwart support during this war. Death to all radical muslims! Never forget 9/11…

By: Damon

Damon — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 10:14:43 +0000

By: jay

jay — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 20:01:21 +0000

I was sittin in history class i was in the 6th grade at the time and my teacher came in crying. and our whole school went to the gym and began to pray. We sang and had silence for those who had died

By: Eizu

Eizu — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 17:08:55 +0000

I was stationed at Fort Bliss, Texas, sitting on the curb waiting for a bus when it happened. I was supposed to be going to a chaplain’s retreat — white water rafting in New Mexico — but the other soldiers never showed up, and neither did the bus. It was between PT and work formation, and the streets were strangely silent.
After about 20 minutes I went inside the nearest building, a gym, to see if the other soldiers had maybe gone in there. The place was deserted, but there was an action movie playing on the televisions above the cardio machines. A movie with explosions and chaos. Suddenly I realized that I was watching a live news feed. The horrified anchor explained that a second plane was descending toward the towers. I picked up my bags and ran back to the company headquarters.
In the next weeks on post were chaotic. There was a two or three hour line to get through the security checkpoints at the gate.
I felt incredibly lucky at the time, because my ex-girlfriend had just visited NYC for several days, including walking through the World Trade Center buildings. She had flown from New York to Los Angeles on American Airlines September 9th, and escaped being on one of those fateful planes by only two days.