Mr. Boscibo is working weird hours these past few weeks and gets home at 2 AM, I stay up and then we spend time together, getting to bed in the wee hours, 4-5 AM. So I slept through most of this morning’s happenings. I woke up at 1 PM, sat outdoors on the patio for awhile then came inside and checked my email, still no clue of what was happening in NYC and DC. The first email in my inbox was from AT&T, my ISP, something about
“Due to recent events, Internet traffic has increased dramatically. As a
result, you may experience difficulty in accessing certain Web sites or
using email. We are working to ensure continued access of your AT&T
Broadband connection during this time.”
So I thought WTF? and hit Yahoo news. I turned the TV on and have been follopwing the horror ever since.
My dad and I had just made a wagon load of hog feed for our hogs, and we were taking it over to our other farm a few miles away. On the way back home, they broke into the programming to announce the second tower had been hit. We had to listen for a while longer to figure out exactly what had happened. When we got home and turned on the television, I saw those bastards dancing in the street and handing out candy. I’ve been humiliated in public before, I’ve had money stolen from me, I’ve even had my shirt flushed down the toilet in high school. But I’ve NEVER, EVER been as pissed off as I was when I saw that! My God, I just couldn’t believe it when I heard it, it was just so unbelievable. I had on Fox News, and Newt Gingrich was on talking about how this was an act of war, I just froze. I was 9 years old when the Persian Gulf War started, so this is really as close to war as I’ve really seen. It’s just unbelievable.
I was playing an internet game when I saw about 30 people grouped around a large tv. I was smiling broadly and wondered why everyone was looking at me so funny till I realised what was going on. I vaguely heard about it before that, but that just made me think of Deus Ex.
It was during play time for the morning preschool class, so it must have been around 10:45 when one of the other teacher’s boyfriend called to let us know what happened. Since this isn’t the type of thing people want their 3-6 year olds hearing about, we were pretty much new-less until the afternoon class’s parents came to get them at 2pm. At that time we were finally able to get some information from parents, then turn on the radio. Some people have complained about news overload, but let me tell you, not knowing anything except that the WTC and the pentagon had been bombed, and that two of the flights were from Boston (which is the nearest big airport, so everyone in the area uses it. Two of my dad’s co-workers had loved ones on those hijacked flights) was more scary than knowing that nothing else had happened in the interm would have been. The only comforting thing is knowing that we were over an hour from both The Portsmouth Navel Shipyard and the Bush compound in Kennebunkport, so people we knew were probably ok, even if there had been more attacks.
I was on the way to my Professional Development School with a fellow teaching intern while listening to Howard Stern. We heard a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center, gasped, and talked about other things. At the school, the secretary in the office was on the phone, hearing the news. It wasn’t announced while we were there. On the way back (around 11:30 EST) we heard that the Pentagon was on fire.
“We need to get to a TV!” we gasped.
When we got back to campus, we went our separate ways towards a TV set. My roommate was watching MSNBC when I got in. I still can’t believe it.
I got up at 6am as usual and my 8 yo got up with me - most unusual. He put the TV on and watched the full drama and I wandered out to the living room about twenty minutes later. I’m not pleased that he got to see it before me :(. He’s pretty terrified poor kid.
It was very Australian coverage - they were talking about whether or not our airports were going to close and then mentioned that all flights to the US were cancelled. At that point I started thinking WTF? went and checked mail and found an overflowing mailbox.
I went to college and talked to my tutor who sent me home to be with my kid. It’s a terrible terrible thing that has happened here and I pray not too many more innocents die.
The announcement came over the intercom while I was sitting in American Literature, about 10:05-10 minutes to break. Everyone around me was confused. I actually thought it was a game. The administration likes to use role-playing, especially during “retreats”. I thought this was merely another instance. Wow was I wrong. After a prayer service in the courtyard, the computer labs were jammed as myself and a few friends tried to get onto news sites with many others watching, but they were overloaded. A few teachers had TVs working and were watching local news. We had several faculity with family in NY. One teacher was in tears since a family member worked in the WTC, and several others reached relatives over AIM. Classes were cancelled at 12:00.
I kept hearing wild speculation-told as if it was fact.
I’m still in shock, it still hasn’t sunk in. With something this big, this horiffic, I don’t think it ever fully will.
I had just dropped my daughter off at grade school, and as I was walking into the house my cell phone rang. One of my friends was calling to ask me if I had the TV on (a stupid question, because I NEVER have the TV on). I said, “Of course not, why?” and she said, “I think a plane ran into the World Trade Center.” I said, “Oh, wow,” remembering that a few years ago a small private plane crashed into a building here in Chicago. I turned on the TV just as my friend screamed, “OH MY GOD!” We watched together as announcers realized there was a second plane, and there was no way it was an accident.
Well, It appears that the first plane hit the WTC at around 745. That was exactly 3 minutes before I walked into school. I heard nothing from anyone through first period (gym) and I ran in circles on the track blissfully unaware of the impending events. Nobody else we came in contact with knew either.
Class got out at 9:05, and at 9:08 CST, I saw a group of people huddled around a TV in the cafeteria. I saw smoke coming from a building, with the subtitles “World Trade Center collapses” on CNN. Nobody really knew what to make of it, besides a few people remarking that we were going to war. I got to my second period class and I got to watch live as the second building imploded on itself. At first, I thought it was a replay of the first tower falling because CNN had not shown it. However, I was shocked into silence at the footage of the jet streaking across the right-hand side of the screen and hitting the tower from behind. The footage I saw later on, at CBS I believe, showed home video of the plane striking the building, and in the background you can hear a woman screaming “Jesus fucking Christ!”
My sentiments exactly.
Turn Afghanistan into a fucking parking lot. And bomb those people shown celebrating in the streets. I hope they are all shot. I want to rip out their heads and shit down their throats.
On the other hand, my relative is a guard at a Military Installation within our borders. He told me that last night there was a
I was in Largo, MD, in a subdivision called Collington Station. I’m a surveyor, and my crew had just finished a job. We got into our van, turned on the radio, and instead of music, there was news. The time was 8:50am, just after the first plane hit the World Trade Center. We sat listening, riveted. We did two more jobs today, with the van doors open and radio cranked all the while. At around noon, the home office called and said we could go home. We went back there, dropped off our field books and folders, then I rushed home. I’ve been glued to the couch, watching TV and listening to radio, ever since.
I had gotten off from work at six this morning, and went to bed about seven. For some reason, I woke up again between 0845 and 0900 and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I wandered to my computer and got online. MyYahoo has a headline that says “Plane crashes into WTC” but I can’t pull it up. I wander over to SDMB, still fuzzy but with a bad feeling. Five minutes later the TV is on and I’m looking at a frazzled, coatless, and unshaven Jennings. I think that’s when it sunk in.
My 3-year-old son and I were digging potatoes in the garden , enjoying a beautiful quiet morning in rural Wisconsin. And then my wife shouted from the house with the news, and our peace shattered.
I left my house around 7:45 Central time to go to work. Just a few minutes before I had watched some sort of puff piece on the Today show and gave my wife a kiss before I left. About five minutes before I got to work I heard a quick blurb on our local public radio station about a plane crashing into the WTC. I assumed it was probably a small single engine craft and figured that I would catch the details later. A few minutes later as I was getting a cup of tea, I heard people in our warehouse saying something about a terrorist attack on the WTC and wrote it off as being more than a little bit alarmist.
Then I got to my desk and hooked up to the CNN web site. Even later still, I heard about the Pentagon attack and the crash in Pennsylvania. I’ve had trouble fighting off tears throughout the day. I don’t know a single person that lives in NYC, but I feel all torn up inside.
Those bastards plowed into one tower and timed it so that rescue workers would be on site for the second impact! I’ve heard that probably 200 firefighters and dozens of police are missing and presumed dead. I can only pray that the numbers are exaggerated, but I have a sick feeling they aren’t.
My prayers go out to those lost and their families.
I was in my car, stopping at the post office to drop my Doper White Elephant package off, then on my way to visit a friend. When I heard the sketchy information on the first plane, I assumed it was an accident with an inexperienced pilot and they’d just clipped the building. Then I heard more, and switched to a news channel. On the drive to my friends, I heard about the Pentagon, and the collapse of the two towers. When I got to my friends, I saw the video.
In my car, driving to my cousin’s house to babysit.
When I got there, she had it on the TV.
After she left, I changed it to Nick Jr. so the toddler could have something to watch that would also distract me.
I did watch some updates while he was napping.
I didn’t realize what was going on until 4th period. Before that, I had heard the word Pentagon uttered in the hallways a few times but figured people were talking about math class or something. I was really tired after 3rd period so I ran to one side of the building, opened my locker and grabbed a soda and ran to the other side where my 4th period US History class is. Well, I witnessed new American History. As soon as I got in the room, I noticed everybody watching the TV. CNN was on and the first thing I saw were the words “Breaking News.” I figured that couldn’t be a good sign, and soon thereafter saw the re-played footage of the second plane crashing and that same building collapsing. I was able to see the second building collapse about ten minutes later. The teacher had assigned some work, but nobody did it, watching the television instead. Then the principal came on the PA, explaining what happened, then he ordered a moment of silence and told us they won’t cancel classes because he was “confident that we here are safe.” Ugh. Not in today’s high schools. Anyhoo, I was able to watch televised coverage on and off until 8th period, and turned it on immediately after I got home. I’m still in a state of shock. International terrorism usually happens 4000 miles away from home, not 400. I still can’t comprehend how this could happen just downstate, and fear that the consequences of these incidents will be far worse than the incidents themselves, or that this isn’t the end of the incidents, even with the hightened awareness and security nation-wide.
My class was scheduled to start at 9am. I didn’t get up until 9. I stumbled down the stairs, about ready to get in the shower when I overheard the TV in the living room. I wandered in there and saw a fire burning on what appeared to be a very large building. I squinted (no contacts yet) and read, World Trade Center fire. I thought, “wow…i hope there’s not much life lost”. I sat down and began to flick through the channels. Something on Fox News caught my eye “oh a different angle” i thought. I was shocked to find out that I was looking at the Pentagon burning. It then hit me, we were under attack. I stayed home from class today to watch the news coverage. I really wish I hadn’t. I just have this sick feeling in my stomach and it won’t go away. I don’t know how it will…
My thoughts are with the victims of this horrible tragedy. God Bless America, and we WILL pull through this!
I was laying in bed, asleep. My wife came in to tell me that there was a terrorist attack on the WTC and she asked me if I wanted to get up, I didn’t. After she went to work one of my neighbors called me to find out if I knew, and a few minutes after that my parents called me. I had no idea of the scope of the attack until I got up around 2:30 in the afternoon and saw footage of one of the explosions.
I was on my way out the door of the house when I heard NPR say that a plane had just crashed into the WTC. My mind flashed to the crash of a B-25 bomber into the Empire State building during WW II and figured that some light plane had gotten lost and smacked into the building.
Not having a radio in the car, I didn’t know the full extent of what happened until I got to work. We all stood around terminals trying to get an internet feed from one of the news sites, but they were too bogged down. So we listened to the radio until the boss’s wife brought a TV from home and then we basically spent the rest of the day clustered in front of the TV.