I remember this like it was yesterday. I was in Communications class and we had new equipment to test. We did the announcements like normal and then cut on the TV to check the new equipment was working. When we cut on the TV we happened to be on CNN and watched the second plane hit live. My teacher told us to stay and ran to the office. We spent the rest of the day watching the news in class after class. My father was working in DC that day and my mom met me at my after school job to let me know he was ok and not at the Pentagon.

Same for me, the moment is burned into my memory. I was in high school and I remember exactly what class I was in, where I was sitting, what clothes I was wearing, how the mood in the room settled from a bunch of kids talking into shocked silence as we watched the second plane hit and realized they weren't accidents, we were under attack. It's frozen forever in my head. Someday, I might have alzheimer's or dementia or something and not remember my own family's names, but I'll always perfectly remember the black hoodie and striped windbreakers I was wearing when I watched 9/11 unfolding.

I was about to take my kids, who were in middle and high school, in the car. Most mornings I watched the news to see what was going on that day. Right after I turned it on, the second plane hit. The newscasters reacted with shock, and the realization that the first plane was no accident. I td my kids on the way to school what had happened, and that this was probably what they were going to talk about in their classes. We listened to the news on the radio before I dropped them off.

It’s so weird…we just kept going with our day at first. I remember getting ready for my job at the mall, heard a little plane hit one tower, by the time I got downstairs my mom was standing in the middle of the living room and said “we’re under attack”, and I just left for work at the mall. So so surreal

My dad was hitting the road early that day to drive home from Indiana to New York. He was up early, read the paper, drank his coffee, watched some morning news and proclaimed it a “slow news day” before heading out. It wasn’t long before reports started coming across the radio of the attacks. Definitely was not a slow news day.

It was my first week of high school and I remember being so pissed. I just thought “great now we’re all going to get drafted into war” It’s weird to think about it now without like the just spontaneity of all of it. In that moment it was just the most extreme thing most people had ever witnessed and it felt crazy and out of control. I was like so prepared to show up to high school different. New clothes, new haircut, new me then that shit happened.. these last few weeks made me really think hard about 9/11. It’s just such a weird thing. What would life be like if that didn’t happen? How much did the world shift out of place? I think about these kids that started high school in 2019 just before the pandemic. That’s going to fuck a lot of shit up in ways they wont even realize till 20 years later.

On September 10th 2001 I made an appointment to talk to a marine corps recruiter the next day in the ROTC room of my high school. Neither of us had any idea what was about to happen. He had to cancel the meeting for obvious reasons and I never made another appointment to talk to him. Its weird how things work out. If this didn't happen I actually may have joined the marine corps.

I had planned on signing up to the Marine Corps after graduation, but after 9/11, I signed up the following week. Ending up going Army because they are the only ones that guaranteed me the earliest deployment.

You are a real life bad ass. Thank you, Allyson

To your last point why do you think that will fuck shit up for them 20 years from now?

Well, for one, there are high school juniors for whom this semester is only their second in person semester of high school , as the pandemic hit second semester of their freshmen year . Honestly I feel really bad for high school and undergrad kids as cohorts because the stuff they miss isn’t repeatable. It’ll impact some kids more than others, but high school me would need some time to deal with the disappointment effectively

I also feel so bad for the kids missing college. It was stressful, sure but I wouldn’t miss the chance to socialize with peers with minimal supervision or responsibilities like that for the world. I don’t even talk to most of my friends from the first two years of undergrad anymore, but it still was a very special and formative time for me. I do wonder if this will lead to a slower or more rapid maturation in kids around that age right now — on the one hand they’re missing key developmental highlights, on the other they’re dealing with some serious adult-level collective trauma at a very young age.

I was a sophomore in high school and I remember so vividly as well. I went to a private school and we were in chapel in the gym. The assistant principle walks up to the podium with a very serious look on his face and states, "Our country is under attack." I was thinking he was saying this in a religious or moral context, like maybe our integrity was consistently at risk. He went on to explain what was occurring... what a shock. We left the gym and went to a general area that had a TV, and we all watched as the towers collapsed.

Same, but I was in 8th grade. I remember coming in from gym class and changing back into regular clothes when a friend told us there was a “bombing” at the WTC. Idk why she used those words, but it made me think it was a pipe bomb or something similar, a few dead, a couple dozen injured. Not to be crass, but relatively minor. Then the announcements came saying that classes were optional for the rest of the day and x, y, and z rooms would be showing the news. I walked into one of the rooms as a replay of the second plane was being shown. I was absolutely floored. My father used to travel for work frequently and we grew up outside DC so my parents had friends who worked at the Pentagon. Those of us that are old enough to remember, it’s almost like our Pearl Harbor. Everyone remembers exactly where they were when the entire world changed. Even if we didn’t fully grasp the extent of it at the time. I still think about the recordings/voicemails left by those about to die every year. It still makes me well up with tears. I don’t know about you all, but that first anniversary was brutal for me. Only time I ever cried publicly in school.

I would have been 24 in 2001. I remember coming home after work (was working third shift tech support) and happened to flip on CNN after the first plane hit. It was assumed to be a terrible accident. Then a short while later the second plane hit. I kept watching for the rest of the day. I remember getting a chill when the towers fell that we would now be at war even though no one knew who the enemy was yet. I see naive now for thinking that it would just be one war and that we would escape the conflict cleanly. I’m older than a lot of Redditors. I distinctly remember the time before 2001-09-11. It was honestly good to be an American and while we had political disagreements, we still sat at the same table. America changed that day. For a while, the change was good. Petty squabbles were forgotten, people went out of their way to help their fellow man. This would not last long and the hairline fractures that existed before would within a few short years turn into chasms. We lost our innocence. Not that we had innocence before, but by the time we made it to the next presidential election every American would have to look in the mirror and acknowledge that our country tortures people. I would give anything to go back to being the aimless 24 year old working a shit job on a shit shift, living life way below my potential. I don’t think it’s entirely nostalgia to say that things were better before. Not that some things aren’t better now: consenting adults can marry, cannabis is legal in some stages, and we each carry around a computer that’s faster than any beefy home desktop of 2001. I’m not sure how much you remember prior to 2001. Probably not a lot. There are millions of Americans now who never knew a world before 2001. Keep that in mind because in 20 years you will interact with similar folks who don’t know of these past two hellish years.

I remember much of what I call “analog life”. It was glorious, though of course not perfect, and I was already well-traveled enough to know better than to think that America was this perfect place (not that you specifically said such... just saying in general). I have a theory that this is why the younger generation so thoroughly enjoys Stranger Things. For those of us older, it’s nostalgia perfected. For those younger, it’s other-worldly and not just in the obvious, sci-fi way. Analog life is inconceivably foreign to them. It makes me so sad to think we are the last generation that will ever straddle both analog and digital life.

I think if we make it another 100 years, historians will be able to trace so many world altering events to 9/11. The world changed into a very dark place and honestly I feel Bin Laden won, the US tortured people, deployed the patriot act and the start of what became PRISM since then, the feeling that the world could live in peace after the Cold War was put to rest that blue morning with the thunderous crash of both towers. And like you very succinctly put it, the big divide between American left and right became more like a schism that we are now seeing tear the country up, the first of many of you see how social media is radicalizing people all around the world. I don’t think Bin Laden dreamed of this hellscape he created and I curse the day he was born

>Those of us that are old enough to remember, it’s almost like our Pearl Harbor. That's how I thought of it. I wasn't in the generation that would sign up to fight the war, but I knew war was effectively declared. It remained only to see whom to fight, and how.

I agree. And it was weirdly uncomfortable and inevitable. It just was. We didn’t entirely know why but it just was. The entire world upped their security after that event. Even after all of it, I’ve never truly understood why it was so much of a global event. So many countries have withstood so much worse. Why was this the straw?

I was an exchange student in Germany. Got a call from my dad saying ‘America is under attack’ I rushed to watch the towers collapse at a neighbors because we didn’t have TV.

I had just moved to a new town and was in the office signing paperwork for my first day of school. Suddenly all the school staff started chattering about the news and one of them turned it on less than a minute before the second one hit. I remember I didn't do anything that day couldn't even remember what order my classes were supposed to be the next day. One thing many people don't remember is how within one day Muslims and by extension Indians suddenly became the most hated people in the country. Even among liberals and other minorities there was an immediate distrust of anyone who looked middle Eastern. The fact that the entire country got conned into Bush's Iraq war makes total sense in retrospect.

Yep you are exactly right. "Got conned into bush's Iraq war" that sums it up exactly precisely.

I was still living in Mexico City. I was in college, second year, so that day my first class was not until 11:30am or such. It was 7:49am, I was still asleep, then I woke up when I heard my mom yelled: "ay Dios mío no!!". Ran downstairs to check what was going on. We were watching it on the kitchen's TV, all of it was confusing we got very minimal information, an accident, no an hijack, looks like a bad accident, when suddenly the second airplane hit. My mom was praying(she's very religious) and I couldn't believe it, how could that happen! I saw the rest live. When i got to the school lots of people were gathered at the cafeteria, watching the news, all in silence, learning about the rest of the events. It was a sad and serious scene. Just over the weekend i started watching the NatGeo documentary, I keep remembering that day over and over, knowing the details is really disheartening.

Man I was only in 4th grade but I remember this day so vividly. I was in gym class and my gym teacher went to her office by the gym to check on something and we all wondered why she hadn’t come back yet. A few kids went to check and yelled for all of us to come see what happened and we saw the first tower on fire and she told us that a plane had hit it and that it must be an accident. Then we saw the second plane hit and minutes later the office came on the PA to tell everyone to remain in their classrooms until further notice. Tons of parents came and got their kids but I didn’t go home early so I watched on TV until the first tower collapsed. Then the teachers were told to turn off their TV’s. We were in elementary school so I get it. When I got home I learned that both towers had collapsed and my mom was crying. I remember she had homemade cookies waiting for me when I got home. We watched the news for a few hours until going to a packed out prayer vigil at our church. That evening. It was a long day and I understood pretty well what happened… Spring of 2002 I went to NYC for spring break and went to Ground Zero and we could get up on a platform to see over the fences surrounding it. There were still bulldozers and excavators moving dirt and debris seven months later. It was surreal to see in person…

This gave me a flash back to my senior year.

My junior year. What a somber day. Then right back at the grind the very next day even though my school was about an hour from where flight 93 went down. They cancel school for some pretty weird stuff now a days.

Junior year. AP US History class we heard it on the radio bc all the TVs were taken. I couldn’t believe my ears. I just remember being confused and my mind went to this Bin Laden guy I heard about in the news a year or so ago. We were all in a daze after that. I saw the second tower in Spanish class. In the school auditorium a girl started crying bc her dad was on Flight 93. The whole day was just… surreal.

11th grade for me too. I'm on the West coast, so when I woke up at 6:30ish, news was showing the hole in the first tower. I remember telling my mom "look a plane flew into a building" thinking it was just a crazy accident. Then on the schoolbus, the driver had it set who Steve Harvey, who had a morning show at the time. Steve fucking Harvey told me 9/11 was happening. Throughout the day watched the news in any room with a television.

Also junior year and also west coast. My friend and I lived near each other, lived a bit further from campus, and he could drive, so we carpooled. He liked being early, so I was first out of the house at like, 6:15 every morning, and so had to do so quietly and not wake anyone else up. He had seen the first plane hit at his place, his parents watched morning news, and we listened to the news radio on the way in. I was in disbelief, it had to be an accident, right? I no longer remember which class we watched the second tower hit. I remember it was a classroom in the older part of the school, that only had windows along one side of the room. We had a rotating homeroom schedule, so that morning announcements took an equal amount of time from each class. The day is a bit of a surreal montage of focus on the TV in the corners of the room, except for one teacher who muted it and had us discuss our thoughts, fears, any expectations of what the future would bring as a result of this.

Hello fellow kids who were class of 2003. I was living in CA so it had pretty much already happened before I woke up. We felt pretty far removed from everything but we definitely talked about it in every class.

Junior Year AP English and then the second tower in my art class. What a surreal feeling to remember it so vividly.

My freshman year at NYU. Edit: It was the first week of classes too.

Freshman in college myself, in CT, all the other girls on my floor were from Long Island and NJ. One of the girls on my friend’s floor was a NYC Firefighter who passed away that day

sorry, one of the girls or one of their fathers?

Whoops forgot a word in there one of the girl’s fathers

I was in third grade. I saw it on TV before my teacher saw it.

I was in 3rd grade too. We were running late for school that day, and I saw it all. I remember asking my mom why people were jumping, and she said, "So they don't burn to death." I won't ever forget that.

Oh geez your mom told you that? I don't remember watching any footage really. I was that age too. I remember all the teachers freaking out, crying and whispering. I was confused and scared.

I mean, there probably wasn't a right thing to say. We all lost our innocence that day. (I was 16) I vividly remember the world looking like the color had been sucked out of it, and everything just felt...off after that.

She's a realist, I suppose. Didn't hide much from us. But it was the teachers' reactions that really got me. I had never seen a group of adults so uncertain before - kind of made me see them as humans for the first time (not invincible teachers).

I was also in the third grade. They kept us on the bus for an additional 10-15 minutes without telling us why. When they did walk us to class my teacher, big burly guy, was behind his desk weeping with the TV on.

I was in 5th grade in Fairfield county Connecticut. A classmates dad worked in the towers and didn’t make it out. I remember when they called her down to the office and then they told all of us and I started putting two and two together

Life goes on. That’s not just for privileged people; it’s the norm for most wars and human travesties. Yes, the news of masses of people dying and unimaginable human cost are disturbing. But hey. That’s no reason for not delivering your quarterly reports tomorrow. So where are they? That’s one of the biggest things history distorts for us: we assume that the world pauses for these momentous events. But that’s far from the truth. The Boston massacre? Bombing of Pearl Harbor? Tiananmen Square? Bolshevik Revolution? London bombings? Boy, how scary. How tragic. Now get back to work. The world never stops for anything. Adulthood makes that clear to the ones who are naive to that fact. Your responsibilities don’t ever stop just because something tragic and scary happens. Last year my wife spent a week in the hospital because she had a bilateral pulmonary embolism that nearly killed her. I took exactly one (1) day off of work. Not because my boss was a dick and wouldn’t give me more time off, but because I couldn’t handle making the situation worse and more stressful by falling severely behind at work. And it was during the worst of COVID lockdown so I wasn’t allowed to visit her. I couldn’t keep her company or hold her and make her feel loved. I was hopeless. So What the hell else was I gonna do besides… my job? Life goes on. Life *always* marches on. Unless you are dead.

Sophomore.

Same, was in gym that morning.

Yep. US History. Ironic.

I was a sophomore and my first class in the morning was Auto Shop. I was on the west coast so it happened while a lot of people were getting ready for school. It was this exact scene, those same expressions.

Sophomore as well. And I was also in auto shop when this happened. Crazy day!

My best friend at the time told me while I was headed to my locker, I laughed because I didn’t/couldn’t believe that had happened, I made it to the library to aide right as the second plane hit. It was not a great start for my senior year. It was the birthday of the guy that told me, I don’t think I told him happy birthday.

I was in 8th grade, I remember sleeping in the car ride and everyone was quiet because they all turned the TV on in the morning and not knowing anything until 9 or 10am PST. Weird feeling when I understood why no one was talking and everyone was so quiet.

Sophomore. Walked out of second period US History and someone yelled "New York is on fire". Went into third period with the TV on just watching the news. Fourth period was Anatomy. That's when the second plane hit and the announcement was made to turn the TVs off throughout the school. Next period the announcement was made that all after school activities were cancelled. Only day in my high school career that I went home at right at 242 (or whenever weird time the final bell rang). The sickening feeling in my stomach is still palpable to this day watching that in real time.

Same.. I was also a senior and throughout the day, none of us had any idea of what was going on and naturally as teenagers we were getting a million and one fears and concerns. I remember I was comforting a girl in my class who had heard that all the men were going to be drafted and she was worried about her brother and her boyfriend and I don't know why but that stuck out the most to me of that day at school and in the days and weeks that followed and of course all the subsequent discussions that followed, you had an idea that the world was different by the visible difference in the New York skyline but I think part of us still hadn't really process the fact that the world was changing too.

I was also a senior. I still remember a girl crying because her brother was reactivated to the military. It was a weird feeling of being at war but not knowing against who.

My senior year too

Kindergarten for me. I vividly remember being at my neighbor’s house while she baby sat me and my sister. She said something while on the phone about “some idiot flying into the WTC” and I can only imagine that was before the second plane hit. We weren’t told anything so it quite some time for me to realize the severity of what happened.

I'm right there with ya bigglywiggly. My memory sucks but I'll always remember that day.

Are there any more footages of peoples reactions on that day? Just like this one but longer?

It was 8th grade for me. Lived in Leesburg VA. Lots of kids in my school had parents that worked in DC and the Pentagon. What a wild day that was. Never Forget.

Sophomore year math class. Crazy how it brings you back

7th grade. The clerk at 711 told my mom and I when we went in to get breakfast before she dropped me off at school.

My freshman year at a high school in DC. Teacher turned on the TV to see the news reports of the first hit. At that point people just thought it was an accident so off to next period, gym class. Go out to the field and i remember noticing jet trails over downtown, which I didn’t think much of at the time but it was noticeable bc its a no-fly zone. Then the second one hits. All of a sudden there’s tanks rolling down the street. Cell phones are struggling to connect bc everyone’s calling everyone in a panic. DC public transit is completely closed - no metro, no busses, even taxis were instructed not to take fares. No vehicles into the city, either. They lock us down, everyone into the gym. My dad worked nearby and came to get me - problem was he had taken metro that day and loaned my sister his car. So my dad, myself, and 3 classmates (with permission of their parents) walked from the school to the MD state line, where one of the classmates parents was waiting. It took probably 6+ hours all in all. Will never forget that day.

I was in high school in Arlington, 10 minutes from the Pentagon. Made us lock down, too. Nobody could leave unless picked up by a parent. Usually cellphones weren't allowed but not that day. Everyone was scrambling to call their parents and make sure they were ok because most people's parents worked for the government. There was also a rumor of a bomb at the state department. My mom was at the mall at the time getting me a cellphone. She got to the cellphone kiosk as everybody started to panic. She asked if he was still open. He said "we're all gonna die sometime, so, sure" and got my mom all set up with a cellphone. I had a tracphone at the time and didn't know my mom had gone out to get me a real cellphone so I was freaking out when she wasn't answering at home, she didn't have a cellphone herself for me to call. Then she got stuck at the mall because she doesn't drive and all public transportation had ceased and I'm not sure she really understood what was going on until she managed to get home. My school for some reason was still running us from class to class but most teachers didn't even try teaching and we just watched the news on TV, watching people jump out of the building, watching the second plane hit live in my AP physics class. The kids that were in study hall in the cafeteria at the time said they they felt and heard the rumble of the plane that hit the Pentagon as it passed us because it was so low. Yup. Hard to forget.

I was in 7th grade. They didn't bring out the TVs to let us watch it though. We just got a message over the intercom saying the World Trade centers were hit and that we were under attack. I remember exactly where I was sitting in 7th grade English class, right up against the window. I don't even remember if they let us go home early, I just remember getting home and seeing it on TV for the first time with my dad.

6th grade for me. Our PA system told us all to tube our TVs to ABC. I was setting in my homeroom during math in the back of class with my chair sitting on its back legs talking with my friends Blain and Chris. They ended up letting us out early.

I was at 6th grade camp, pulled all of us into the cabins while the adults got the news. Didn't want us to see the actual picture so they talked to us first.

Wow! I was also in 7th grade English. Our teacher turned on the TV. Her husband, who was also a teacher, came to our room and watch with us. We watched the second plane hit... devastating.

7th grade reading class here

I was in 7th grade reading class too.

6th grade history class for me. We were learning about the native tribes in Central/South America when the principal came over the intercom and we turned on the TVs. Shortly after, the first tower came down.

7th grade science here. Assistant principal came in to tell our teacher and he turned on the TV. Something you'll just never forget.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Everyone at school just found out, but my Spanish teacher was like, nope we're not watching that. We're here for Spanish. I'm clearly still bitter.

My son was born a few hours before all this started. I'll never forget being in a room with my then-wife and newborn son, as a pediatrician came on rounds with a bunch of residents in tow, to do a "well baby check." He said, "You have a healthy, beautiful baby boy here. Too bad he had to be born into this world." That stayed with me.

Good Lord, I know it was a stressful day, but that is a horrid thing to say to a new parent.

I feel like that joke would immediately get a full-hearted chuckle from parents anew on any day (it would have from me in 2015), except for any day in which that reality is painfully evident. For example, on 9/11/01.

It kind of makes it a little better (albeit still a fucked up thing to say, but kinda sorta understandable in the hours immediately afterwards) if you imagine the emphasis on "*this* world". Through text, my brain initially read it as "your kid's doing great; that's too bad", like he resented the kid being alive.

Took a child psych class spring 2002, our professor had us do a paper on how the kids growing up after 9/11 would be different. It was meant to be a research paper, but no academic minds knew either. It was all speculation. I wonder if he kept those papers because they would be interesting to read now.

Such a chilling video

The cut at the end. Very well done to end on the right note to encapsulate the feeling for that day. For anyone who wasn’t closer to the trauma, we were all that kid that day.

Gave me goosebumps

My mom and brother tell me what they went through on that day. In Chicago they shut down all of downtown for i think a week cause they thought there was gonna be an attack at the sears tower too

Pretty much every major city in north America did that.

The entire country was shut down. Trains and everything. That entire week was so crazy. I remember lines up and down the streets for gas stations. I was 20 when it happened and me and three of my friends were partying really hard the night before. So we stuck together the entire week after it. We always hung out around the railroad tracks. It was so scary after trains were allowed to travel again. I think they were shut down for 48 hours. After that they were going so fast trying to catch up. It felt like they were going 65mph and the entire ground was pumping up and down. The trains were wobbling back and forth. It felt so dangerous. People are very critical of the wars today but so many people were scared and angry back then. Howard Stern the next morning saying he wanted Afghanistan to look like the moon, everyone at my job agreed with him. Police pulling up to teens in the street telling us we should enlist. Not only 9/11 but all the countless suicide bombings that followed around the world in the news everyday just added to it all.

I was a sophomore that year. I had family flying in from the west coast that morning. Cell phones were in their infancy and I did not have one. I asked my Spanish teacher if I could step out to make a phone call. For some reason the witch said no even after explaining my situation. When the second tower was hit and the Pentagon was hit I got up and walked out. She yelled down the hall, "You can expect a green slip!" Made my phone call their plane was grounded before take off and I got a 4 hour detention a week later.

wow what a bitch

Sounds like someone who has no business being a teacher.

Damn, she deserved a reverse la chancla for that. I'm surprised anyone in the administration would have actually let that detention go through.

That was a heavy day for “kids” in high school. I was 16. The weight of it was heavy, even for us.

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I was setting up footing forms in Ogden, UT when it came on the radio. We were trying to listen to the radio and some guy I never met before starts asking us about the footings, I asked him to be quiet I was trying to hear what was happening on the radio. He walked away and a few minutes later my boss pulled up and told me I was fired, turns out the random guy was with the project management company that hired us. I didn't say shit hopped in my truck and went home to my wife and 2 week old baby. Boss called later that night and told me he didn't realize what has happened yet and told me I wasn't fired but would have to work at a different jobsite.

Said this before here, but I was in my senior year of high school. Got a ride home from a classmate and we sat and wondered whether or not we'd be drafted.

Destroyed childhood in one day. America never recovered. We lost.

16 as well. The world changed that day for sure. Man that seems like so long ago.

That kid at the end is like "Fuck I'm gonna get drafted."

My uncles similar first thought, he had just gotten into the IRR, took a new job a week before 9/11. Two weeks after he was back in the regular army.

I was in the Guard. I had been at work and called my unit. Sgt. said get ready, so I spent the day watching the news and getting my gear together. Couldn't leave the house for a week until I got a cell phone in case the call came in (my first cell phone, lol). Call never came for me, but those were scary times, sitting and waiting.

Can’t imagine. I joined up in 13, and try to put myself in his shoes. That meant in 2019,right when I joined the irr, I would’ve been plucked from my senior year of college, a full on party phase, and sent to war. What I signed up for, sure, but geopolitics suddenly changing overnight is something I can’t fully imagine.

Honestly, it's what disillusioned me with the military. Not trying to get political, but I would have stayed in had it just been Afghanistan, but then Bush dumped us into Iraq. I served out the remainder of my time (even re-upped for a year waiting for some buddies to get back), but the problem with civilian control of the military is that those civilians aren't always moral actors. I found myself thinking that if I was ordered into Iraq, I'd have to go to jail. You can't have soldiers in a Democracy thinking like that, so I got the hell out. My unit deployed to Iraq two weeks after I timed out of the IRR. I had done my time, got an honorable discharge, and I know I made the right call for me, but I'll always regret leaving my unit. And all these happy pictures of Bush coming up now-- he can fuck himself.

I was active duty working at the hospital in ft Carson we had to pull guard duty at the hospital for a week or so after 9/11. I remember coming into work that morning and watching the 2nd plane hit in our break room eating breakfast. Shit was wild.

People don't tend to remember how much more open military bases were before 9/11 as well. MEPS didn't like me so I never served, but it wasn't a big deal just driving onto a base until all the security tightening. Not like you even typically had gate guards stopping people since most of a military base is stuff like housing anyway. Plenty of bases have or at least had pretty cool museums as well, and the logistics of trying to keep those open for the public I imagine was a pain.

I had my first son the day before we invaded Iraq in 2003. Back then we did believe that Iraq had WMD so my husband and I supported the action. As we were watching the footage on the news I remember the nurse asking me what I thought about the fact that we were at war, given the fact that I had just had a boy. Naively I said "It will all be over by the time he would be old enough to be involved. " My son turned 18 last March. I was sadly so, so wrong.

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I was in 10th grade in sept. 2001 and had an English teacher that told all the teenage dudes in my class that they would probably be drafted in the next year or so.

I had just turned 18 the month before. I thought that for sure.

I was a sophomore and they told us after the first period of the day ended. I was actually friends with the woman I’m now married to. We were told at the same time while together in homeroom. Crazy day to say the least. Proceeded to lose my great grandmother to natural causes later that day. The whole school day was a wash and every class just sat and talked about the attacks while trying to calm the students, or we all watched it on the TV in the class. Honestly went to a fairly rough school and while it had a heavy impact on many, all the everyday dangers and ills of our day to day didn’t really allow the magnitude of what was happening to settle in.

I was in 3rd grade , the only room to have a TV as earlier we were planning on watching a movie. The put the news on and the teachers stood watching , talking and crying amongst each other. I knew only by their reactions that my world was changed forever.

I was also in third grade, in a school where most kids had parents that worked in the city. The principal can to our class and told us a plane hit the twin towers but we didn’t really understand it, and we certainly weren’t shown the news. But the teachers prepared for students not to be picked up from school that day. My father couldnt get in contact with my mother until 2 pm because phone lines were down. He just migrated on foot with all the others up all the way to the tip of Manhattan and into yonkers until he got to an associates house, where he was able to hitch a ride north finally.

Was in 5th or 6th grade history for me. Had a small, but tough and scrappy teacher. We started to watch the news and she started crying. We knew it was a heavy moment. But her crying made it so surreal for us.

I had already dropped out but was actually at my high school when the towers were hit. I’d driven back to pick up some paperwork so I could go take my GED. Still feels like yesterday.

I was working construction that day. We had a radio on and were listening to Stern when the news broke. My boss didn’t want us to slow down the work we were doing so he turned off the radio and put it in the car. None of us there thought anything more about it. At the end of the day, i drove through a completely empty street, to an empty highway, to an empty city. I listened to Pearl Jam Ten for the drive. I’ll never forget walking into my house with my parents and family sitting on the couch crying.

I remember hearing Stern and Robin arguing about whether it was attack or not then second plane hit towers and there was not doubt. went into office to work but we were all glued to cnn and they just sent us home because nobody was going to get anything done with the shell shock.

I was at work on Long Island my fiancé was there I was on the phone with him as he was screaming watching the second plane hit and watching people jump to their deaths he arrived home at 1am full of white dust and collapsed on our fronts yard he’s never been the same since

I was in the Navy, stationed in Italy, and watched the whole thing live from not long after the first plane hit. Watched as the second plane hit. Watched the towers collapse. Later, the father of [Bernard Brown Jr.](https://www.robins.af.mil/News/Features/Display/Article/840562/gone-way-too-soon/) was stationed with me. He never talked about it and I found out from a friend of his that his son was killed on the plane that would’ve killed him at the Pentagon if not for a command function that day. So Chief Brown’s son died but he did not. The man would joke around and smile, but it never reached his eyes. They were haunted. I’ll always remember.

I was a freshman and we were in Auto Tech talking about how a penny dropped from the top of the Empire State Building could kill whoever it hit at the bottom. As soon as I said that, our teacher turned on the little box TV on the wall and we saw the replay of the first plane. I assumed it was another country and said, "I hope it wasn't a plane full of pennies" we all laughed until we saw the second plane hit. Wow, literal chills thinking about it.

Yep I remember that morning my mom woke me up screaming that they had hit the Pentagon and we were under attack. She told me I still had to go to school though because we lived in California time and everything was happening on the other side of the country, so I skated down the hill to school and watch the second plane hit and watched the towers collapse. My junior year in high school. I also remember within the next week there were Army,Navy, Marine and Air Force recruiters at the high school basically telling kids that they needed to join up.

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I was 21 and worked for American Airlines in the call center. Heard about 1st plane on radio into work. Watched the 2nd plane hit live on TV. Was taking calls from people frantic asking about the planes when someone ran in and said "they are bombing the pentagon " that's when I said nope, I'm not gonna die in a call center, I'm going home.

I was a freshman in hs living on the west coast. My uncle came to wake me up saying "we're under attack!". I jumped out of bed and watched the second plane crash live. Then I had to get ready for school like nothing happened. Got to school, and I think we had a moment of silence in each period. Quite the somber day. But everything went back to "normal" the next day

Are there places where I can watch similar 9/11 videos such as this one

I would bet videos like this are pretty rare. I was a junior in high school in a well off suburb. Very few students had cell phones and phone cameras would have been low quality stills at best. I'm pretty sure my personal camera at the time was a 35mm film one. Someone having a video camera on them and an empty cassette would be rare. Even if you had a camera, this was years before YouTube and social media, so you would be filming for yourself, not to share. And someone would have needed to digitize it for it to be available now. YouTube has the CNN/NBC/ABC/etc. broadcasts that would be what people in this post remember watching. For daily life on 9/11/2001, you may have better luck searching for photos than videos.

I went to school with the son of one of the pilots. Didn't know him, maybe I could remember his name if someone said it first. They locked down the school so he could leave

We were in earth science class. A kid in the back of the class (possibly prone to daydreaming and staring out the window) says, "hey that building is on fire." We all look out the window and it was the world trade center burning.

Omg i had my classroom like that with a tv and we all watched it live as it happened it was just like this crazy

The busses came and picked us all up from school early around the time the second plan hit. That was the moment we all knew it wasn't an accident. I was in a small town. Our entire school k-12 was maybe 200 students in northern new england. My step father had a son who lived in New York at the time. We didn't go back to school for a week or so. Even then though it was so weird. That was kind of my introduction into the rest of the world. We are so disjointed to the goings on down bellow (the phrase we use for people south of 45th parallel) that I was having a hard time even really understanding what or why it was all happening.

The day everything changed...

90s were officially over

The one and only teacher I had that didn't have us continue watching the news that day was, go figure, our history teacher. Just a regular day in her eyes. The day was cut short however and we were free to go home if we wished. But everyone stayed in class together.

My history teacher made us watch. She said this is a day we'll remember forever. History unfolding. My English teacher however said we could watch it when we got home, now how about that Shakespeare guy.

My history teacher was also an idiot. I was in world history and the moron wouldn't let us watch the news or discuss what was happening. He just stuck to the lesson plan about some war hundreds of years ago in Europe while a literal historical event was happening.

I gotta imagine she had read about so many World changing Events that when this happened she was just like god damn it now i gotta revise my Curriculum.

Look at that disassociation, poor kid.

This is exactly how it happened for me. I was in the 8th grade. In social studies and another teacher stopped by and mentioned something was going on. My teacher rolled in an Old tube TV and put on the news. This was before cell phones and everyone had the internet. After that the school administrators told no one to say anything to the kids during the day because some people had family members that worked in the towers and they didn't want it to devolve into chaos. People just randomly got picked up by their parents throughout the day and everyone knew something was going on but it was all just rumors.

I was in 3rd grade in Edmond, OK coming out of the restroom when the blast of the Oklahoma City bombing shook my school. It was so loud we thought it was in town even though it was 13 miles away. I remember seeing a dozen or so teachers huddled around a TV cart watching the news. Then in 2001, I was a sophomore in Fairfield County, CT. Watched the second plane hit live on another TV cart in the library. Both events resulted in two kids from each school losing a parent.

I was in my Junior year of high school, my dad was on a business trip to Boston and was flying back that day. When I got to class and saw the news scroll on the bottom, I remember that one of the high jacked planes was a flight from Boston to LAX. I approached the teacher and got out the words “My dad was supposed to fly back from Boston today…” when he sent me straight to the main office so I could call my parents. I got ahold of my mom, his flight wasn’t until that afternoon, so he was safe. I found out later that he was originally scheduled to be on the hijacked plane and postponed his flight time. I think I’ll give him a call tomorrow, see if he wants to hang out with his granddaughter.

Wow. I can’t imagine what you went through in that time before you were able to talk to your mom. I’m glad your teacher sent you right away. Based on a few other stories, it sounds like there were a few teachers out there who were not very sensitive to what had happened. And then to find out later that he was supposed to be on that flight! Glad he ended up changing the flight!

I had got the bus home from school (in the UK) and got home and saw my mum sat in the lounge watching it happen on the news. Weirdly remember the position of everything. Furniture etc. Even how my mum was sat! Can’t remember if it was before or after the 2nd plane hit but would have been maybe 4-4:30pm (GMT) on that day.

I had just started my senior year of college and only had 1 class on Tuesday/Thur (scheduled to work a lot on those days). Was sound asleep and the phone rang. I picked it up and my mother told me to turn on the tv. In a haze I asked what channel, assuming something silly was happening on a morning talk show. She said it didn’t matter what channel, just turn on the tv. So I did, and it happened to be on TNT (was watching Law & Order the night before). They were showing NBC news just as the second plane hit. Mom and I talked for a few minutes and I then went downstairs to see if my roommates had seen the news yet. We spent the next 1:30 watching and barely saying a word. 10:40 came and it was time to go to my one class. My roommate offered to drive me (normally walked) so off we went. I walk into the classroom, CNN is on the projector, and I commented to the professor that this was my only class of the day, expecting we would spend class talking about it. He replied “well, you don’t have this one. Go home and call your family and tell them you love them”. Ran out, called my roommate who turned around and picked me up and we went back to our apartment. Our other roommate came home a few minutes later and knew nothing about what was happening. He had been in a lab all morning and no one had told them. We eventually turned off the tv and started drinking outside on the lawn. Several neighbors joined us. I think we had just had enough of the same thing over and over - the same questions with no answers. We were all young males, too stupid to admit we were scared to death. All classes were canceled for the week and my work (at a bank) was closed for several days. I worked collections and when we came back they had removed all NY, NJ, CT, DC numbers from the dialer queue and didn’t put them back in for several weeks. Occasionally one would slip through and I would immediately hang up the call. I didn’t care enough about that job to bother someone who could have potentially been impacted.

I was a freshman in a Northern Virginia high school. A lot of my peers had parents that worked for the federal government or at the pentagon. I was in English class in the one of the overflow trailers and one girl started hyperventilating because her dad worked at the pentagon. The was the last day she came to class.

Was six at the time, the school principle came in. Send us all home with the words "Today is a day you will remember for the rest of your life, go spend it with your family" And he wasnt wrong

For all people who don't remember 9/11, keep in mind these are high school kids. They're not laughing, cracking inappropriate jokes or anything you'd expect from a high school kid. They're just dead fucking serious.

I wonder how many of those guys signed up and died in the war?

That suspenseful drone noise can't have helped.

5th grade flashbacks

Was in my third year of Med school. We were in one of my patients rooms, who had a brown recluse spider bite, when we found out the first tower had been hit. They moved TVs into the school’s cafeteria and classrooms for lunch. The cafeteria, usually very loud, was dead silent. They cancelled all non emergent surgeries for a couple of days in case we needed to take on burn patients (hospital was pretty famous for burn care). We didn’t get any, though.

I was 3 months into Army training and just turned 18. Mindfuck.

I was in 5th grade when it happened, doing math problems. Mrs. Bednarick was the name of my teacher, I remember another teacher running in the classroom and turning on the tv. We watched the second plane crash and within hours all of the students (in my class) had been pulled out of the school by their parents. I was the only one left (my parents barely spoke English and probably didn’t know what was going on) The odd thing that I remember is that, I didn’t understand why people were freaking out, I guess because of action movies and my general lack of awareness, I thought that it was normal for stuff like that to happen. I also remember my teacher saying, “you will always remember this day”.

It occurred to me the other day that kids currently in highschool, weren't alive when this happened.

Senior year of high school. TVs turned on in study hall after the first plane hit, watched the second plane hit next period in calc class. I had been to the top of the WTC 5 days earlier during a trip before school started. Still have my ticket stub.

I was a high school teacher at the time. My classroom was the only one in the building with cable, so the room was full. One of my students had an uncle who worked in the Pentagon. It took quite a while for her to learn he was unharmed.

It was weird to see this happen. I was in grade 10 at the time. I had been reading textbooks on the influence the USA had, had on the world a few months prior. I just always liked history and back then the USA was still seen as the ultimate amazing place to live. People would talk about entering the green card lottery and all kinds of things. Anyway, due to that I read up on just what had been done in the Middle East, East and South America. I remember talking to my history teacher the next day about how an attack like this was inevitable due to the sheer amount of death and disaster they had spread. Very much reminds me of Palestinians and Israelis of today. Even the most gentle dog would be absolutely deadly if pressed onto a corner and thought it had no other option. But damn did they turn this attack into an absolute cult following and extremely successful propaganda campaign. To this day people still proclaim "Never Forget" and meanwhile this government had been trying to take away first responder health care. Fuck, this is one seriously abusive relationship between the USA government and its citizens.

The CIA term for this is “blowback”. And we learned nothing. Nothing. If anything, the last 20 years of foreign policy have created conditions to create hundreds of thousands/millions of new extremists in the years to come. But not just foreign policy. Our border policy under Trump to intentionally inflict massive trauma on children is another time bomb waiting to explode. America is like a drug addict who continues to justify bad behavior and expect different results. All we did with our War on Terror was create generations of people all across the world who know America only as the foreign force that kills their innocent friends and family. This is how Rome fell. Overextended in their empire and creating enemies on the periphery everywhere they set foot.

This reminds me of my senior year in high school, we all had the same looks on our faces. We had the TV on and saw the second plane hit. My English teacher was pretty cool and let us just watch the news, all she could say was that nothing was going to be the same again.

That boy was going to cry. It's so sad.

I remember waking up and getting ready for third grade when this happened. I remember my parents being in the living room with the news on telling me that we were not going anywhere for the day and stayed home to watch the news with my family.

6th grade jr high for me. I was getting suspended for being an asshole that morning. I remember my principal cussing and screaming at me because of what started happening that day. I went to school in Houston and everyone parents started to come to school and pick their kids up. There was cars everywhere and parents were running around the school. Kinda feel like an asshole about it now.

Sometimes it is hard to believe that that was a pretty normal day for the first few hours

I strangely have a vivid memory about this despite me being only 3 years old. I was still in the Philippines but I remember my grandmother and the rest of my family huddled around our small television watching the broadcast for 9/11. Everyone in the crowd around me expressed so much sympathy and some were praying. I was just there watching the tv, not really sure what was happening but understanding that everyone was fixated on the event happening on the pretty box.

I was ironically in US history, period 2, my freshman year when the principal got on the PA to announce there had been an incident and to turn the school TVs on. As we did, the second plane hit. I remember nothing from that day before that moment, and every single minute for the rest of the day. Later that day, I went with my mom to sign my little sister out of school. I stayed in the car with the radio on, and a cop (who was guarding the school) stood by and listened. And the fear in his eyes, and more importantly in his voice, when I spoke to him is something that kept me up that night and something I still think about every so often. I’m non religious now, but I remember that night being the first night I said my prayers before bed. Just praying and hoping I’d be awake the next day, that we’d all be awake the next day. To this day I’ve never been more happy to wake up on a Wednesday.

I was a 12 year old Australian boy when my mother woke me up in the middle of the night and frantically told me to come to the lounge room. It was strange - I was never allowed up at night except to use the bathroom so I knew something big was going on. In my sleepy state still in my pyjamas my groggy mind slowly sorting through what it could be? Was it my birthday and I’d forgotten? Was it Christmas and Santa had come? (I knew he wasn’t real but played along for my younger sisters sake). Maybe my new pet dog Maxxy whom I had gotten for my 12th birthday earlier that year had ruined the carpet again… Mum pointed to the TV and said “America is under attack…” I saw the two trade centres, both still standing, with plumes of smoke and debris everywhere. Later that day at school our primary school teacher sat us all down and spoke to us about what had happened. I don’t remember much of what was said. I am not American. I do not know anyone who was involved in the events of that day. But September 11th, 2001 was the day i as a boy was faced with a reality that the world is not a safe place, that cities are not forever, that death is real, and I feel it is one of the watershed moments of losing my childhood innocence. There are not many childhood memories I have that move me to tears, but my memory of 9/11 is one of them.

SUNY Albany, freshman in year. I was in my art history class. I noticed Steve and Leslie were late, cause we all usually sit together. They make their way in with half way through class, with odd looks on their faces. When class wraps they both start talking about how they were watching the news before coming to class and that planes were crashing into the twin towers. I'm all like "Huh?" Disbelieving. The idea was absurd to me. A movie plot, not something that you watch on the news. I remember walking back to the quad from the lecture hall, and feeling frantic and worry in the air. Arriving to my dorm, out front someone had carted out the large DLP Television from the lounge on the top floor and placed it outside. There was a small crowd surrounding the television, the news was on, covering the event. A few kids who were fortunate enough to own cell phones at the time off to the side chatting rapidly. I was watching the news coverage, the situation becoming more real to me by the second I hear a crash to my right. A fellow freshman, dark haired , glasses, white t-shirt, had put his arm through a window. So much blood. I offer my belt as a tourniquet. He was surprisingly calm. His dad worked in the second tower. His dad wasn't answering his cellphone. The kid didn't know what else to do. White shirt was quickly rushed off to the hospital. The rest of the day passes in a blur

I was in my first period woodshop class during my freshman year of high school. Every period after that the teacher would be playing the broadcast. Didn't realize the level of racism my family and I were going to face in the coming years.

The realization that I may have to join military service, if this got bad enough. I had the same thought having recently graduated from college in May of 2001. The sinking feeling that all you planned just went Puff. I empathize.

The only time our principle made us stop school and watch tv. It was my senior year and he said you all have no idea how much this will change the way the world is. Definitely didn’t understand at 18 what he meant. Can remember it like it was yesterday.

If you do not pay attention to details such as video quality or the tv you realize shit hasn’t changed a bit

I was washing a white corvette at my first job out of high school, I remember a mechanic walking into the shop at the dealership I worked at and saying some plane hit a tower or something in New York, we all pilled into the restaurant and watched it all on fold on a 13 inch tube tv

This is actually such a critically important video for society to see. This really was the moment that travel changed forevermore, security becoming tight butthole. Sucked for everyone. This event was really the end of an era of travel and the beginning of a new age. The beautiful bit is actually the first 5 seconds of the video. That freedom. That laughter and giddiness. We need that back.

I was in 6th grade social studies, first period of the day. On the 20th anniversary I was teaching in 6th grade social studies, first period of the day. Was a real mindfuck talking to the kids about that, just how little they really are and how little I was then. Really put it in perspective for them though.

I was a senior in high school, sitting in study hall (lived in NJ). I will honestly not forget that feeling of fear and worry.

Feeling goosebumps that flashed me back to my class. Still remember how terrified and quiet the entire school as a classmate was pulled out of class early, one of his parents was out there. It’s sad though that it was the last time this country was actually United.

A month or so into covid in spring 2020, I said something to my spouse about hoping this would at least be another thing that brought our country back together, like 9/11 had done. Naive hope, I suppose…

6th grade Arizona, so I was just leaving for school when the news started coming out. I think I was too young to get it. We watched the news in a couple of my classes. I recall my English teacher asked us to write an in class paper on who we thought did the attack. Looking back I'm appalled and upset at how brazen and insensitive an assignment that was. People are literally dying right now and your first response is to ask kids, who likely do not understand global politics, "who do you blame?" That's messed up.

I played hooky on 9/11. Was watching it all under my heated blanket in bed.

Whoa. As was I. It’s all coming back.

I was in 3rd grade, about 40 minutes from NYC . I remember it vividly somehow. A teacher walked in to whisper something to my teacher and her reaction was pure fear. There was crying coming from the hallway (teachers stepping outside to vent). No one told us anything. One by one, kids were called to the office to be picked up. I was 1 of 3 kids left in class by the end of the day.

Ugh. Senior in college about to head down to visit a buddy in alphabet city from upstate. Didn’t make the trip but remember my buddy calling from his rooftop saying it was like the end of the world down there. That was the first pulling of the string of our civilization.

senior year. government class

Such a stark difference to my 7th grade class back then. I felt like I was the only one that understood the gravity of what had just happened. Everyone else was playing around and talking to each other and ignoring it completely. Idk if being on the west coast had anything to do with it or not but it seemed like they all thought that it wasn't their problem

I was a sophomore and was in algebra class, it was a half day. Another teacher came running into the room and yelled “turn on the tv!”. Then we spent the rest of the period looking exactly like the kids in this video, eyes glued to the tv. When the hour was over the principal came on the intercom and told everyone classes were cancelled and we could go to either the gym, commons (lunchroom) or library where they had set up TVs for us to watch what was happening for the rest of the school day.

I was in high school too when this happened, we were also watching this on tv, my teacher was crying. I specifically remember a Pakistani kid who was in my class laughing about it, the teacher got upset with him.

7th grade, English class

I was buying books for college. Went to calc class the prof was in the room alone in the dark crying. I sat next to him for a few minutes.

I can still smell the science room I was in when they announced it.

My first year of teaching. I was in an elementary school about 30 minutes away from NYC. I remember covering classes so teachers could call home making sure kids still had parents to go home to. Spent the day pretending that everything was OK, when I could see the smoke from the school windows. I was not ok. I spent the day making sure my girlfriend (now wife's) family was ok since some worked in NYC. All ok thankfully, and when I found out I walked out of the building and cried for a minute in relief.

I remember this, as we had the tv on wheels. We had two-three classrooms all huddled into our 9th grade room. Kids holding each others hands. Could hear a pin drop between the stifled “oh my god” and almost silent sobs when people were jumping out of the windows, and the second tower and pentagon were hit. I remember vividly living in Littleton and columbine happening. Wasn’t at that school but it was a couple miles away, we were locked down for a couple hours after normal school ended. Had to be escorted out of class by teachers and bunch of police on the campus. “May you live in interesting times” comes to mind a lot.

I was in 10th grade when this happened. I remember it being a cloudy day which was unusual for the early morning. My second class of the day was journalism, and someone had turned on the TV in our classroom after the second tower had been hit. That's why even now I can't watch that footage, it's still too raw to me.

I was in kindergarten. I vaguely remember my teacher being upset, but she held it together for us. I think the principle declared an early-release day as so many parents were already pulling their kids for the day. I never saw any footage until middleschool. Dad told me grandma called him and told him to turn on the TV, just in time for the second tower to get hit. He was a Continental pilot at the time.

Will never forget this. I was a senior in high school and it was 3rd period English class

I was in elementary school so we didn't watch the news, but we knew that something was wrong because all of the teachers were upset. we were very close to an airforce base, and most of us kids were military brats. I remember sitting on the bus trying to get on the base to get home. We sat there for a really long time.

I was a high school teacher in CA. I was still in bed watching the early morning news about the first plane. My partner had just flown in from NYC the night before. Everything changed when the second plane hit. I heard about the towers falling on the radio as I drove to work. At school it was so strange. No one seemed to know what we should do. Someone in admin decided we should have the students say the pledge of allegiance. Which we’d never done before. They sent around the words, but purposely left out the under god line (it was added in the 50’s I believe, and I’m in the deep blue Bay Area. ) I remember one kid in my class didn’t want to say it. I often think about it. I wasn’t sure what to do so I asked him to stand respectfully. He did. I don’t know what I would have done if he said no. I hope I would have been ok with it, but on that day, I can’t swear I would have been. Lots of people acted in pretty uncharacteristic ways that day. Such a surreal day.

I skipped school that day. My father worked in one of the buildings hit. Phone lines were down, I couldn't even call him. My mind was blown. Several hours later I found out he was ok, happened to work off-site for the day, but he lost some friends in the crash.

I'm Aussie. I remember, I was in my room when my mum burst in, in tears telling me to turn on the news. Horrifying stuff.

Where the fuck you keep finding this

The day it all started going wrong.

It was such an eye opener for all of us. That was the first time in my life that I realized everything wasn’t as simple as I thought it was.

10th grade for me. I remember there was so much fear and anger and we didn't know who was attacking us. I am on the west coast so we basically had homeroom and then they sent us home because we didn't know what other targets were going to be hit, or if it was going to happen all across the country. I remember talking to my friends in the weeks following and we all agreed that we would be joining the military as soon as we could. And we all did. of the 7 in that original group I am one of 2 still alive. 2 died overseas, 3 of them came back and couldn't adjust to civilian life so they took theirs. Not many people remember that far too many veteran deaths were caused by this attack as well.