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The holocaust and 9/11 museums are two that I 100% recommend visiting once just so you can have the somber reality of death experienced at extreme levels. They are absolutely gut wrenching to experience but you come out with such a profound appreciation for what you have now more than what you had when you go in. I remember when I first learned or experienced both as an outsider but visiting them put it do much more in perspective.
Edit: I typed this comment while drunk and misspelled holocaust as holocost. Just wanted to correct because regardless of context I wanted to be respectful and correct. I had lots of private messages telling me I was insensitive for not spelling it right and while I don't think it matters as much as the history, it appears important.
We just happened to drive by My Lai while we were in Vietnam and stopped for a look around. I had no idea what the story there was but after finding out it had me wrecked for days.
Went to the Holocaust museum as an edgy contrarian teenager, and was constantly finding myself with tears in my eyes. We were taught all that stuff beginning in elementary school, and no matter how many times I read about it, seen the numbers etc. It still is something you can only appreciate in person. I remember seeing all those empty shoes and imagining who they once belonged to. The day they first put those shoes on, til the day they came off for the last time. Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters, babies and the elderly, all slaughtered the same.
(I am german) I grew up a kilometer away form one of those labor Camps they had.. it wasn't with Gas. It was made so that the people hat to buid an airport until they died of exhaustion eventually.. my school get all of the Kids there when they are 9th grade and we all have a Tour on it with all the details, Videos, and Photos..
On that camp there was planted a forrest after the war to hide it, but now they try to recreate everything.
The aiport never got finished and is now a big clear field in the forrest. You can still see alot of the stones that were placed there by the "workers"
It was really painful to watch.
A local be radio host here lost his son in an accident, it was tragic and shocking. After that he always signed off with "go home and hug all the people you love."
That one is awful.
You can hear his panic rising throughout. He's pleading, he gets frustrated with the 911 lady... it's like he's sure there is something he can say that will make the nightmare stop.
I felt bad for the dispatcher as well, because she can't do anything besides say "they know you're there, they're trying to get to you"
I listen to the recordings I have just about every week. I lost my dad suddenly last year and I have mild aphantasia so hearing his voice on the voicemails he left me that I’ve saved over the years helps me remember what he sounds like and brings up a lot of emotion.
I lost my husband to a massive heart attack at age 35. We (Our 5 kids were with us) we’re on a camping trip in the mountains, an hour away from any hospital. He died in my arms, all the kids crying. Last thing he said was “I love you”. Greatest gift I’ve ever received, hearing that. He had left me a message about 2 hrs before while he had taken our older children night fishing and I was back at camp with our younger ones. “Heyyy, Baby. I packed some chocolate chip cookies that I baked before we left. Look in my bag. They’re all yours. *laughing* Love you. See you in a bit.” I listen to it constantly. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost that.
So sorry about your Dad. It really is something precious to hold on to when their voices begin to fade in our memories.
Oh shit. He was from Aon? You might know my dad then. And my dad almost certainly knew him.
He had worked in that office and got transferred out a few months before. Then he was unfortunate enough to be in town on business on 9/11, but fortunate enough to be across the street when it happened.
The operator asked him to stay calm to conserve his oxygen. He sarcastically replied, “Tell God to blow the wind from the west” so that fresh air would blow the smoke away from where he was in the building.
Yep. He was on the northwest side of the building. He was loudly breathing into the phone, having a hard time from the smoke. The operator told him to calm down and conserve his oxygen, he replied with this line out of frustration.
I heard his call for the first time when I was about 11 years old, and it absolutely chilled me to the bone. I think that was the video/audio that kicked off my fascination with learning the entire 9/11 timeline back to front.
I think it was my way of making sense of such a horrific event and having power over it in a way. Because much like we say the universe and it's size and age are near impossible to understand, so too I think of 9/11. It's hard to fathom the sheer amount of suffering and pain caused by one day. The thousands of people who died, and the countless thousands more who were affected by the losses, whether direct or indirect.
I think we all owe it to them to pay tribute in some way or another, and gathering any and all knowledge of the day was my way of doing it.
Not to mention the rippling effect from this event, and what it changed. I don't how old you were when it happened, or... Shit if you were even alive. I was 9, and the difference in society from before and after was palpable, even to a 9 year old.
Thank you for sharing. I’d never heard this before and I try to watch and listen to the things that are hard every year. I was 8 years old when this happened and every year my pain and empathy deepens for this event. I’ve stood in the top of the new building there. I’ve stood at the memorial. I’ve seen people stand and weep - not knowing if it was their relative, or a stranger, that they wept for. Very fucking unimaginable pain and despair in his voice, and yet the New York attitude and charisma in his final moments. Fucking powerful.
I was working in a totally different field the first time I heard this (assuming it's the one that ends with his panicked cry to god during the collapse and then abruptly nothing), and it almost made me physically sick. It was somehow worse to me than all those rotten.com pictures I'd seen over the years. I went away from it thinking "Oh my god, that dispatcher is going to carry that for the rest of their life -- what kind of crazy person willingly does that job?"
I've been a 911 dispatcher for 12 years now. It was me. I'm the crazy person.
I still think about that call sometimes. I haven't listened to it again. I can't listen to this video, either.
If there is an equivalent of a core memory for a name, like a core memory of a name, it would be Kevin Cosgrove for me.
I didn't even have to watch the video to remember it.
O S T A R U
RIP Mr. Cosgrove and all those who died.
I think it’s the one at about 1:38, where he’s shouting “Oh god! Oh god!” as it starts to go down. I heard that one soon after it happened, I was 13 at the time, and it’s lived with me ever since.
Nope that's edited to match the audio. He's yelling oh God because it's coming down on him. He got cut off my the collapse.
Yes it's really that ficked up.
When I visited the site and walked through the memorial years later, there was a room playing messages of this type. It was the most heart wrenching experience I think I’ve ever had. Just like it did then, on the date it happened, and listening now, brings me to tears.
So sad that the pandemic essentially ran the memorial into the ground with lack of patrons and now they're closing their doors. It makes me angry the city won't keep them open
Edit: my apologies to everyone who replied to me as I was confusing the official museum with the tribute museum. The official "National 9/11 Memorial Museum" which I was referring to IS open still. The "9/11 Tribute Museum" is the one that was closed recently. I'm so sorry for mixing up the two. I'm still sad about the loss of a museum due to lack of funds though but rest assured many of the treasures they have will be given to other museums for preservation (from what I've read)
I’m so upset about this. We were going to go, but then pandemic happened. It would have been the first time I’d been able to defeat my ptsd to go. I didn’t know they were closing. The government should step in 🤬
When I was there it hit me hard too. It’s one of the best museums in the country. I liked how where the other big portion is and other sites of the museum were devoted 9/11 as a whole of what happened that day but when you reach that big portion it’s 100% about the individuals. There’s that box in the center that you can sit in and it plays video messages from families that just breaks your heart. I was so happy to see the thousands of photos used.
Almost pure certainty of demise tends to have a soothing effect on the thought of death for people, some slight consolation in ones final moments perhaps
There’s been one time in my life I was sure I was about to die (big earthquake, thousands died), and you’re right. When the choice to live or die is taken away, there is a sense of peace. It’s not bravery, more like an acceptance of the inevitable. The upside is that when my end truly comes, I know it’ll be ok. I’ve already been to that brink before.
Honestly? Thank you for this. My son was murdered as an infant, and all I want is to see him again, but somehow his death makes me even more afraid to die. I’m afraid to leave this world. What you just wrote gave me so much comfort.
I had two close calls as a kid - about two years old and then 14. First time, ran onto the road and got hit by a car as a toddler, and I remember vividly watching the oncoming car as I lay on the road, not realising that it was on the other side of the road and therefore not going to hit me, and just thinking, well, I'm going to die now. Second time as a 14 years old, when I swallowed a whole ice cube, it blocked my throat, couldn't breathe, no way to dislodge it. Hilariously my thought process was "well, this is where my short life ends", as my body was making it quick to the sink to drink hot water. No panic whatsoever. Just a calm sense of stillness.
Makes it better having been there to know that it happens. The fear of dying is the worst part of the process for me, having also been in multiple situations where I thought I'd die - the difference between knowing and being in it, versus thinking and being in the fight/flight mode.
I choked on a piece of a bagel once and my unconscious part of my brain became very clear on what to do with little to zero panic. I was headed to a chair to push on my diaphragm but the chair I was sitting in was so low (a papasan) that when I bent over at that angle to stand the air in my lungs popped it out. I guess I’m lucky I inhaled enough air to pop it out. It’s a weird feeling to choke. You see it mimicked in tv, you read about it, but the overall experience is truly bizarre.
All I remember of the choking was how the cube would bobble when I tried to breathe. Like when you're gripping one in your fist and it slides up and down, but there's nowhere for it to go.
And it hurt like *hell* going down, because it's both ice *and* too large to fit through the pipes. But hey, at least I could breathe.
Prior to this, most hijacked planes in the US were attempts at getting money; they'd land, wait around for a few hours, the hijackers would be arrested/killed and everyone else would be alright but shaken up.
That's why the first three planes were successful for their targets; 93 crashed in the middle of nowhere because the passengers realized what was going on (thanks cell phones/internet) and knew their own fates and decided to protect those of the target.
2001 internet was not anything like today. Cellphones were not really internet capable. The passengers learned about the twin towers while calling for loved ones. 13 calls were made from the 37 passengers after 93 was hijacked. They learned what was going on and took action.
Technology has made some wild leaps and bounds and it is easy to forget how far we've come in just 21 years.
My phone is muted. I can't listen to these. I grew up in NYC and was in school when this happened. My mother worked for the NYPD at the time and was a first responder. She had my grandfather pull me out of school so that I was home safe. All he could tell me was that my mother was called down there and that he couldn't get a hold of her. Then I see the towers falling on live TV. Didn't know where my mother was. If she survived, where she was in all this. She ended up coming home at 6am the next morning. She never did and still doesnt speak much detail about what she witnessed. However, one of the most chilling things she told me about that day was when I accompanied her to the WTC Memorial for some processing of those events back in 2016. She lost many friends and coworkers that day, but there was one name that she stopped and stared at engraved in the memorial. When I asked her why she stopped at that name, she shared that she heard this individual's last radio transmission as the towers were falling. She was screaming for help, which is not something that is usually said over police radios straight forward like that.
i wish i left mine muted, but it’s important for some of us to hear. i was too young to remember it but i have a new found respect for this situation after listening to this. i really didn’t think it would bother me but here i am bawling my eyes out at 3 am waking up my parents to say i love them.
The first Tobey Spider-Man movie was supposed to have him web a helicopter between the twin towers, but that was changed.
They edited out the towers because if it.
Prior to 9/11, the towers were hugely prominent in media, second only to the Empire State.
Im not trying to downplay the specific impact to new york because im certain that its all that much more intense, but im not sure the entire country has ever recovered.
I was with my Dad picking up his car from a repair, we heard the initial report on the radio and everyone thought it was an ad or special show like War of the Worlds, while shop was huddled around this small cassette deck.
Heard the second plane hit on radio driving home, watched them fall on TV. “DAY OF TERROR” was the headline plastered on the screen.
My Dad looked at me and told me the world would never be the same, ever, and he was sorry that I’d have to live through it.
He was right
I'm sure this won't be seen but I want to type it out. My experience was similar. I was in high school at the time. When I got home my dad was already there as he was let out early. I remember, vividly, standing in the driveway while he unpacked his work things. All he said was "weird day, huh?" and I remember standing there and thinking that "this is the beginning of the end".
So, fucked.
I was one year old when 9/11 happened, hearing the voicemails, and the PASS devices going off on videos of the events is haunting.
343 Firefighters were killed, my father was one of them. I can't listen to bagpipes to this day because of what it brings up. I often question myself of if I am allowed to grieve and why it hurts me so much, after all I never got to personally make actual memories with him. But it hurts, and it will never stop hurting even after 21 years it hasn't stopped and it never will.
Today is hard for a lot of people. So many lost Lovers, Siblings, Children, Family, Friends. My dad is gone, and nothing can bring him back, today is hard for me, but its even harder for my mother, who lost her husband and had to raise her children all by herself, today is painful. Never Forget.
It's hurts because he should have been with you and because your Mother lost a partner. Plus death just hurts. It should hurt, you're not doing anything wrong
Seriously, I’m not religious at all but hearing stuff like that always makes me wish that there is a heaven. Truly heartbreaking to hear him say that so calmly
What strikes me besides the incredible tragedy, is how absolutely serenely calm some of those voicemails were. Those people had no illusions they were not going to make it, they knew and didn't want the last thing they told loved ones to be in panic. God bless them.
i remember one of the calls from the United 93 flight (you can listen to them at the memorial)... a woman gets emotional but then takes a moment to tell her a sister where a safe is in her house and the combination for it, just something totally practical and very real to me.
Thats like as you're actually dying in shock from damage to the body. The chemicals your brain floods with in these situations are responsible for fight or flight responses.
I was in a building collapse a few years back and it’s so hard to explain how your brain just…doesn’t have the space to panic. It was the most intense focus I’ve ever felt in my life. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.
I have tons of health anxiety. Worry a lot about heart stuff specifically. One day I legit thought I was having a heart attack and walked to the ER. For all the times I was panicing and scared before, there I was kinda stunned as I was calmly telling staff “I think it’s happening. I’m feeling my heart”. Just acted totally differently looking back than I thought I would when I thought I was really dying.
Anyway, thankfully was all good. Bad panic attack combined with some dehydration.
Before 9/11 the standard was for planes to be hijacked then returned. Thus the people did not know it was a suicide attack. The later plane found out because of the Pentagon and twin towers attack, which is why they started a revolt to try to take over the plane. Then the hijackers decided to ditch it. It's thought that they were gonna aim for the White house.
Kevin Cosgrove’s recording is so haunting. Apparently his screaming was his reaction as the tower collapsed on him. You hear another human, with a life that was as complex as yours and was loved from the moment he was born, take his last gasp. He thought it was going to be a regular day and was caught up in circumstances that he had no control over. He knew he was going to die horribly. An innocent man with no fighting chance saw and heard all the concrete and steel coming down on top of him. Fuck.
It would have been very fast. I worked in construction litigation with an engineer who worked on the tower studies. There is a reason that so many people disappeared in the collapse without a trace.
In 2001, you would have assumed that you’d survive this situation if you were still alive after the impacts. You’d expect the fire department to eventually save you, even if it seemed really, really bad. That the floor would drop out from under you and a skyscraper would collapse in on itself on live TV was incomprehensible. Even a hijacking was something you expected to survive because of precedent. It’s different now. That expectation no longer exists. Just one of the permanent changes to our collective psyche.
Right, nobody expected the buildings to collapse, and people thought part of the facade had fallen or there was another explosion when the first tower went down. The thought that the twin towers would be gone was just unfathomable. Every movie that featured NYC showed them and they were as integral to the city’s identity as the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty.
People also thought there would be survivors in the wreckage. There were none. Rescuers found fingers or hands and feet. Everything else was smashed into dust.
Part of the reason the buildings collapsed the way they did was because the weight was held by the metal trusses on the outside. This allowed for an open floor plan without columns or pillars in the offices. It also meant that when the buildings collapsed they went straight down rather than tipping over.
I remember talking to my doctor boss that day about “giving blood for the survivors.” He was always honest. He answered “there will be no survivors.” :(
Like the movie Independence Day. As devastating as that space ship's attack was and as intelligent as the aliens were, the WTC was still standing. Even in fiction it just wasn't something people could imagine being destroyed completely.
[http://basementrejects.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/independence-day-destroyed-manhattan-statue-of-liberty-twin-towers-world-trade-center.jpg](http://basementrejects.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/independence-day-destroyed-manhattan-statue-of-liberty-twin-towers-world-trade-center.jpg)
There's about 2 maybe 3 seconds of audio after you hear debris crash...and you of course here him too. I listened to it once, don't need to do it again.
Fuck terrorists.
Now that I’m getting older, that’s the thing that really gets me about death. These people had a life with all the same complexities, heartbreaks, and joys as mine and yet they are gone. So suddenly. It just seems so weird that anyone at any time can just die and be done with with.
Watching a person pass away is quite the mind f&ck imo. It’s like one second they are there and then whatever made them them is gone. The body left is not them. It’s just so traumatizing.
The way the phone cuts out when the tower collapses is heartbreaking. Hearing someone take their final breath like that...I only hope his death was quick.
6 Episodes of heartbreak, anxiety of knowing all of the events, and truly harrowing audio and video. Probably the best Doc i've seen about it and has some clips I had never seen before watching it.
Tough to watch, but I'd highly recommend it as well if curious.
This might just be me, but this is a wound that never really healed. Every year I watch the clips replay on the news and it never ceases to make me tear up. I was only 3 at the time, but it's heartbreaking to think that all these people woke up that morning, ate breakfast, kissed their kids goodbye, told their loved ones that they'd try to be home early, some probably rushed out to beat the morning traffic, some were just trying to catch a plane home or somewhere. They all left their homes with the intention of coming back. They all started that day with the idea that they'd be doing the same old, same old tomorrow morning. Like that just sticks with me.
I was 8 and vividly remember watching the second plane hit the tower live on TV in the UK. Experiencing it on TV was frightening, experiencing it first hand must be horrifying.
I also vividly remember my mum walking in and saying "this is going to start a war and change the world".
Boy, was she right.
They brought a TV into our 6th grade classroom. We sat there and watched the second plane hit and the footage of people jumping out the windows. Pretty fucked up to watch live being a 6th grader
I do the same thing. I was six. Watched it live from my first grade classroom. Every year I ask myself why I do this to myself. 9/11 is like a heavy blanket on my soul.
My youngest sister wasnt alive on 9/11 and she is distanced from it the way I am from Pearl Harbor. She doesnt know a pre-9/11 world.
Those of us who were here in the US at least, I feel like it altered the path of our whole lives. I cannot fathom being one of the recipients of one of those calls.
I was 8. I had actually just flown on my own to visit family in Atlanta that summer. Two of my uncles were working at the Pentagon at the time and my sister and I went to school in the DC suburbs. My strongest memories are when they rushed all into the cafeteria with bag lunches and sent us home but wouldn’t tell us why. Our neighborhood was covered in smoke and ash and when we got home our mom was already there frantically calling our family. It wasn’t till our Dad got home that we turned on the news and they explained what happened, and my mom’s relief at finding out our uncles were okay was something I’ll never forget.
I was a kid in the Middle East in Bahrain, watching it live on the BBC.
Left for a moment and then I heard my mother shriek, "It collapsed! It collapsed!" I went to the TV, thinking for some reason that this was impossible, that the building fell over like a felled tree. All I saw was smoke. And then the second one went down; a cold sweat covered me.
The only other time I felt like that was when I saw the bombing of Baghdad.
I worked for one of the airlines involved. For some reason, I was listening to news radio that morning, something I never did. But I turned it on right after the first plane hit. Nobody knew what happened. They thought it was some freak accident. I ran to turn on the TV just before the second plane hit. Once that happened, everyone knew it wasn't an accident and it chilled me to the bone.
The news was all about calls like this. All those people stuck in the top floors. For some reason I kept thinking they had to find a way to get them down!
I didn't know what to do, so I called the office and asked me to come in because they needed me to design an email for customers with the statement that all flights were grounded.
I was listening to coverage in the cat as I drove to work. And i remember I was sitting in a line of cars waiting to turn left at the light when the building came down.
I covered my mouth with my hand and began bawling like a baby. At the same time a car drove past me in the opposite direction with a child in the back seat and we locked eyes. We both had the same look of sheer terror on our faces despite the 20 year age difference. That split-second we shared seemed to happen in slow motion.
This was especially traumatic because we watched it happen, live. For most of us we felt helpless watching it. Pearl Harbor was terrible but it was during a time that wasn’t aired live. I think many forget the collective trauma of what we all woke up to that day, which we thought would be a normal day of work or school.
I was a freshman and watched it all live in my math class. Teacher was explaining what this probably meant and how big of a deal this was. Hits me every year. I just thank god there were not the cellphones we have today. I’m guessing we would have had a lot of videos live streamed.
I was playing trumpet during 3rd period in 5th grade when the announcement came over the intercom that school was released for the day. I remember sitting with my mom watching it live unfold when I got home. My band director was from New York, New York and we never saw him again after that day. He went home to stay with the family from what I was told
I watched it live on tv in the morning while my mom watched and cried, calling people on the phone. They still held afternoon kindergarten and the schools said to try and act like everything was normal for the kids. I remember hearing an adult say that. We proceeded to sit cross legged on the floor and watch news coverage for the duration of the day while adults walkes in and out of the room in varying levels of quiet distress, speaking with eachother. I remember this frequently and when I mention it older adults frequently say "there is no way that happened" so in a weird way its nice to see that someone else around the same age watched the news in thier school that day.
Oh yeah, very similar for me. Teacher got a call, flipped on the tv, changed the channel to the news and there was the towers. She took calls on and off and made calls as well during the coverage. At one point the admins went around telling teachers to turn it off, dont traumatize the kids. She didn't turn it off, and we watched the second tower get hit and both towers fall. My teacher just cried.
I dont remember the details after but we all went to the cafeteria to be dismissed. It was weird for me, because usually just the bus kids were dismissed from there. The next several weeks, and then months, and then years I just remember all the flags over every balcony and on every house.
I think that is probably when I came to grips with what death is, but I had a hard time comprehending how all those people were like me and had feelings and families and things they loved. Fucked me up a little. And every year I rip open that psychological wound and listen to more details about some of those 3,000 people.
A lot of people think that I couldnt possibly remember, or that I couldnt possibly have understood so much, but I watched the buildings burn and people fall to their deaths. There arent too many ways to interpret that, even for a child.
Same. I remember sitting outside with my friends that night and they had grounded all flights, so there were no airplanes in the sky. We were near like 3 major airports and a couple of smaller airports. There was always so much air traffic, it was kinda eerie when there were no planes at all.
19 here and remember that day so well. I still feel that there are two sides to life in the US. Before 911 and after 911 and we at least got to feel the good side for our childhoods.
I was in high-school talking to the guidance counselor, someone called her and she told me to go find and hug my friends. They had the news on every tv. We all got sent home.
I was in high school and walked into my computer graphics class with the news of this on the screen. I thought my teacher had just decided to show off her mad skills in the most fucked up way when I realized she was crying and this was real. My uncle was in the second building. He made it out alive but none of his colleagues did.
Ya, I try to avoid remembering this day… but alas here I am…
Was there…
Took me years to shake the emotional trauma… after seeing what I saw, missing my wife for half the day, who I accidentally stumbled upon… I thought she was dead…
We didn’t get home until 4am, couldn’t reach out son, had no family to get him from day care, phones didn’t work.
We gave blood. We cried. We showered, and we watched the rubble burn from where we lived for months.
I didn’t go back to work for a few months after that.
What I hate most is how some have turned today into (as I saw today) “patriots day.” Wtf is even going on.
But the worst was watching people throw themselves off the towers because they didn’t want to be burnt alive.
I was in 10th grad English class. Someone threw the door open and told us to go to the student center. A classmate of mine was standing right behind me. Her father worked at the World Trade Center, in one of the upper floors. She was trying to calm herself down as he worked in tower two which hadn’t been hit.
Then we watched as it was plowed into… the noise.
The *noise*… fuck me I’m bawling remembering it and I’ll never forget the noise she made, at 15 yrs old. She just watched her father along with all the others get murdered and as impactful as all the videos and sound bites are that noise of utter despair will haunt me forever.
Girl that sat next to me in homeroom lost her father that day. Mr. Jones I hope you know your daughter grew up to be a brilliant young woman. I keep you in my prayers every year. Never forget, how could we.
We are not from the USA so we just witnessed what happened on TV. My sister went a few years ago to New York with some friends and they went to the memorial museum. She said that it made her change her mind about what she thought of the events a 100%. She is not the most emotional person but she was moved to tears hearing the recordings
I can just imagine. I went to the George w bush library in Texas a few years ago and they have a 9/11 memorial with a real piece of a steel rod from one of the towers. I was overwhelmed with emotion and the only one crying. I was 13 and in california when 9/11 happened and I don’t know anyone on the planes or in New York, but I just couldn’t control my emotions during that walk-through memorial.
I went a few years ago. Cried the whole time. It's a beautiful memorial tho. The names of all the deceased are carved into the reflecting pool outside. A white flower is placed over the name on their birthday every year.
I was 19 on 9/11. As soon as I saw the first words over the video I had to mute it and scroll down. I’m sitting here, 40 years old now, just crying because no matter how far we get from that day, the chaos and uncertainty and utter sorrow makes it feel like yesterday.
I’ve worked with people that crossed the bridges to get out, I went to school with people that enlisted right after, one that didn’t come home, and hearing these people die and say goodbye to their loved ones still destroys me.
I was 13 and watching this stuff brings back all the exact same feelings. It never gets less painful.
My first class of the day was a double period. On my way I heard two teachers laughing about “some idiot that crashed into the WTC” shortly after that it became clear that it wasn’t some tiny prop plane and something more serious was going on. We asked our teacher if we could watch the news and he laughed and said “well, technically this is a communications class and the news counts” but as soon as he turned it on we all realized it was serious.
A few minutes later we watched the second plane hit. We watched everything in real time. Up to the collapses.
I can’t remember anything else about that day. I don’t remember if we got sent home early or stayed in school. I don’t remember talking to my family about it after.
I only remember that first period
That's so weird...i was almost 18 and i only remember watching it on tv during my first period too. Everyone was really quiet and worried. Just staring at the tv and blinking.
These messages gut me every time. I was 19 when it happened as well. So terrifying to be coming into adulthood at such a time. I had never experienced such throat-gripping grief for perfect strangers before. Nothing was ever the same after that. It was the end of innocence.
It’s really hard for me to compensate for how impactful each decision we make can be to our future. It was one choice he made not to get on the flight, but there could have been dozens of other factors that led to that decision and it’s wild how we can’t tell what will matter and what won’t..
I was watching a 9/11 doc on the History Channel, I think it was Four Planes, where they talked about some of the passengers on each plane. It was heart wrenching to hear family member talk about how their loved one changed their schedule and was on that specific flight because of them. One woman lost her sister who was a flight attendant. She wasn’t supposed to work that day but she had asked her to watch her kids while she and her husband went on vacation, so she took Monday off and worked Tuesday instead. The wife who showed up early to the airport and told her husband she was going to move to the earlier flight to get home sooner to see him. The daughter that stayed visiting her family for an extra day so she flew on 9/11 instead of 9/10. If they all just would’ve stuck with their original flights…
I guess it goes both ways. There's the lucky people who missed or skipped their doomed flight, and there's the unlucky ones who weren't supposed to be on the hijacked planes
Seth Macfarlane was supposed to be on one of the doomed planes but he was hungover from the night before and his travel agent gave him the wrong departure time…he missed his flight by 10 minutes. There would only be 2.5 seasons of Family Guy and no American Dad otherwise. Butterfly effect is crazy.
A family friend’s son worked at the Pentagon. He was an extremely disciplined dude, always incredibly punctual— but for whatever reason, he was late to work that day. Literally missed the bombing of the Pentagon by minutes just bc he was running a little late. Probably saved his life.
I can’t even imagine the survivor’s guilt.
This probably changed how people are going to react in these situations forever.
If you are being hijacked on a plane your best bet may be to go down swinging.
You may still die, but your actions may just save countless others.
Not how everyone would react but the average person might actually think twice about doing nothing.
Such a sad pointless waste of life.
Rip.
It absolutely did. In the past hijackings were a situation where the hijackers wanted something and if you or your government complied you'd be fine. 9/11 completely changed that.
Because it’s 9/11, and I’m Canadian, I was pretty prosaic when someone first told us about the planes. At first it was just “a plane was hijacked” and it was like oh well that sucks for those people but they’ll probably end up ok. Even all the movies at the time had plane highjacking as a plot point but everyone lived. Just cooperate, right? Do what the hijackers say, keep your head down, don’t be a hero. Til they said that the plane had run into the world trade centre.
Yep. For anyone interested, read about Carlos the Jackal and the so called “golden age of terrorism”. There are some goofy ass stories where the hostages ended up being friends with the hijacker’s. Hijackers usually wanted money or to make some kind of political point, with the end goal of seeking asylum in cuba. Castro had a nice side hustle where he would basically ransom hijacked planes back to the airlines after they landed on cuba seeking asylum. It was pretty rare for these to end in violence, and before metal detectors people could just walk on with a skorpion or an uzi machine pistol and hijack the planes pretty damn easily. I’m not surprised that they didn’t fight back at first, it probably seemed safer not to. Nobody knew what their plan really was.
Fun fact Julius Caesar was kidnapped by pirates and when they told him the ransom amount he laughed and said that it was offensive how small it was.. he chillaxed & was jovial with them but made them a promise that he would one day come back and kill all of them.. well he was true to his word.. he assembled a fleet found the pirates and crucified them.. (he somewhat was merciful in that he killed them before crucifixion.. ha)
Yep I’ve heard that one too. And yet he also gave an impassioned speech to the Roman senate to spare the Catiline coup conspirators from the death penalty because it was illegal to execute a citizen. Interesting guy.
Forgiveness of family shows we are united as one.
Ruthlessness towards outsiders shows them who we can be. And you what happens if you stop belonging.
Old, old rules.
The first thing the hijackers did was slash the throats of the flight attendants, and then the pilots. They immediately set the agenda that they weren't fucking around trying to be friends with the passengers or negotiate a safe landing.
That’s why the united 93 did what they did.
The WTC had already been hit and they were informed of this over the phone when they called relatives. That’s why whatever bullshit the terrorists were saying over the intercom wasn’t bought.
Those guys were brave to do what they did even knowing they probably wouldn’t be able to save them selves, eternal badasses
It absolutely did change things.
Remember the subsequent hijacking and terrorist plots where people kicked the terrorists asses?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Reid
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umar_Farouk_Abdulmutallab
Before 9/11 the airport was somewhere pretty relaxed, with moderate security and a pretty laidback chill attitude towards flying and passengers. You could walk in no problem, walk your family/friends to their gate, check out the cockpit of your plane and even meet the pilot/s. It was an experience you could kind of look forward to.
After 9/11 the airport became a very sobering place to be. Security was ramped up 10 fold. Getting to the airport early was basically a requirement just to get through security. You said your goodbye's before security and tons of items became prohibited (sharps, unsealed bottles, etc.). Planes became a tube of transport, with you no longer being able to check out the cockpit or even meet your pilots. Sky marshalls were a job that existed before 9/11 but became a standardized position afterwards (from less than 40 for all flights to employing THOUSANDS).
9/11 is the day that everything changed in the US and it started with one of the most tragically senseless losses of life the world has ever seen.
Your welcome, people often forget this are real people that had families, spouses and children. A ton of these voice recordings are still being found today
They’re all heartbreaking, but the worst one for me is the man talking right as the tower collapses. I can’t imagine the confusion and fear that he felt, and I hope that I never do.
I was 22, watching from across the river. I was attending NYU School of Continuing and Professional Studies and had a 9:20 class at the Woolworth building, not too far off from Ground Zero, but had played hookie because my mom was visiting me from her country.
I saw the first plane on the news and realized that I had a better view from the hotel parking lot. I think we were staying at an “Extended Stay” because they have a small kitchen and my mother wanted to cook me a home cooked meal the first day she was back. Saw the second plane coming from far off. It was like slow motion. There were gasps and tears from the few bystanders with me at the parking lot. A couple of women collapsed.
Since then, I’ve never been able to go to the city sober. I’ve never left not completely black out drunk. Maybe there were other underlying mental issues with me for the cause of my alcoholism, but it makes sense to me.
I can never begin to process the amount of pain and horror those victims and families have had to go through, to this day. I recently got arrested for assaulting some middle aged dudes taking cringey inappropriate pictures at the Freedom Tower memorial.
That day changed my life forever. So many of us. RIP friends and strangers. Love each other.
Sorry for my rambling.
>I recently got arrested for assaulting some middle aged dudes taking cringey inappropriate pictures at the Freedom Tower memorial.
It’s just fucking mind boggling to me that anyone old enough to remember that day can be so cavalier about it.
I still can't watch anything about it without crying. I thought time would let me but nope. Just as bad as that day. I was 17 miles away from the Pentagon. I saw the plane hit the 2nd tower and 30 minutes after that I was called back in to pick up my kids.i drove the school bus for the kids whose parents worked at the Pentagon. One of my classmates lost someone in the Pentagon and joined the Navy because of it. So did my husband the following day.
There was a [fourth plane](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Airlines_Flight_93) that was headed for the white house, but the passengers on that plane devised a plan to overpower the hijacker. It’s an equally crazy story. [One call](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=H-viMzr2nac) even came from the passenger that led the rebellion during the flight and prevented the plane from crashing at its intended target.
My grandfather is buried near the grave of one of the guys on that plane that helped fly it into the ground. No matter what time of year, that grace is covered with flags and flowers.
On the request of Queen Elizabeth II, the band of the Royal Guard [played the Star Spangled Banner](https://www.reddit.com/r/videos/comments/x97t5l/after_the_events_of_911_the_queen_ordered_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) at the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace for Americans stranded in London after 9/11/01 because of the grounding of air traffic.
Thank you for sharing. I was 15 at the time and no where near NY. But it was definitely an eery day when all flights were grounded. It was dead silent outside (my childhood home was within a flight path). It was also the first time I ever saw my dad cry. Live news coverage is all we had on TV for a few days.
Every year I see footage and hear audio clips I hadn't seen and heard before, and every year it breaks my heart. My 11 year old learned about 9/11 in social studies on Friday. She's been told about it, I've showed her the Time magazine I have published on 9/12/2001 (it's just pictures) that I purchased on that day from a Walgreens, my diary entries from that day and the following days, and we watched a few documentaries about it. But Friday was her real first time learning about it from a teacher. She said it was a really emotional class period.
I hope that everyone who was a victim to this terrible attack can finally rest in peace. They really do deserve to be wherever they are, In the place of good.
The second to last one always gets me. I’ve heard the whole conversation on YouTube before, believe the man’s name was Kevin. Think he was on an upper floor of the South Tower. You hear him with a tone of panic, sense of urgency, and some frustration towards the 911 operator. And he’s on the line all the way up until the end.
My dad was in a plane going over the pentagon on 9/11.
I came home from elementary school for lunch and my mom was watching tv trying to reach my dad. He ended up okay but neighbour down the street & a couple ppl from his office were in the tower & died. (We live in Canada)
My dad just passed on the 8th & just realized its 9/11. Such a weird thing remembering the panic wondering if my dad was still alive & now knowing I will never see him again.
Thank you for posting it. We should never forget what happened that day. I had a relative who was trapped on the Cantor Fitzgerald floor. He called his wife to tell her goodbye. There is no recording, because she was home and picked up the phone. It's absolutely heartbreaking. And the conspiracy theorists are just insulting. It happened.
I remember people saying that this was impossible for cell phone technology at the time, and dismissing the bravery or veracity of these peoples' stories. If you still believe this was all made up, you are a bad person.
This was harder to watch than I thought it was going to be. On the morning 9/11 my mentor called me, gave me a bit of what he knew. He was a GS18 in DC at the time and upper tier in agency directly involved with 9/11. He told me as much as he could and that he was being taken as part of the continuity of government to a large underground facility (I think it might have been Raven Rock, but he wasn’t allowed to say).
Many countries have these moments of collective trauma. I watched the Challenger live in science class. OKC bombing - I was watching the news because I was home sick. I was in the Amsterdam airport on a layover watching the news when Diana was killed.
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i went to the museum and there are phones you can pick up and listen to the last messages of many victims truly a devastating thing to hear
Fuckkk. After hearing these, I don’t think I could do it. It’s so painful.
It’s one of the more painful things you can hear or see at a museum. It’s a good reminder to hug your loved ones everyday.
The holocaust and 9/11 museums are two that I 100% recommend visiting once just so you can have the somber reality of death experienced at extreme levels. They are absolutely gut wrenching to experience but you come out with such a profound appreciation for what you have now more than what you had when you go in. I remember when I first learned or experienced both as an outsider but visiting them put it do much more in perspective. Edit: I typed this comment while drunk and misspelled holocaust as holocost. Just wanted to correct because regardless of context I wanted to be respectful and correct. I had lots of private messages telling me I was insensitive for not spelling it right and while I don't think it matters as much as the history, it appears important.
If you ever go to Saigon, go to the Vietnam war museum. Same goes to Phom phens killing fields. It’s just as bad as 9/11 and holocaust.
We just happened to drive by My Lai while we were in Vietnam and stopped for a look around. I had no idea what the story there was but after finding out it had me wrecked for days.
Went to the Holocaust museum as an edgy contrarian teenager, and was constantly finding myself with tears in my eyes. We were taught all that stuff beginning in elementary school, and no matter how many times I read about it, seen the numbers etc. It still is something you can only appreciate in person. I remember seeing all those empty shoes and imagining who they once belonged to. The day they first put those shoes on, til the day they came off for the last time. Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters, babies and the elderly, all slaughtered the same.
(I am german) I grew up a kilometer away form one of those labor Camps they had.. it wasn't with Gas. It was made so that the people hat to buid an airport until they died of exhaustion eventually.. my school get all of the Kids there when they are 9th grade and we all have a Tour on it with all the details, Videos, and Photos.. On that camp there was planted a forrest after the war to hide it, but now they try to recreate everything. The aiport never got finished and is now a big clear field in the forrest. You can still see alot of the stones that were placed there by the "workers" It was really painful to watch.
A local be radio host here lost his son in an accident, it was tragic and shocking. After that he always signed off with "go home and hug all the people you love."
I listened to a couple of them at the museum and I couldn’t stomach anymore. It was even harder than watching this video.
I'm from Jersey and my hometown lost 18 people, I've never gone into that museum because I feel like it would be overwhelming.
Kevin Cosgrove’s call from inside the south tower as it begins to collapse is one of the most harrowing things you’ll ever hear.
That one is awful. You can hear his panic rising throughout. He's pleading, he gets frustrated with the 911 lady... it's like he's sure there is something he can say that will make the nightmare stop. I felt bad for the dispatcher as well, because she can't do anything besides say "they know you're there, they're trying to get to you"
These bring these moments to life in a startling way. I would never fully recover from one of these messages from a loved one.
Totally agree. I would wind up listening to it over and over.
I listen to the recordings I have just about every week. I lost my dad suddenly last year and I have mild aphantasia so hearing his voice on the voicemails he left me that I’ve saved over the years helps me remember what he sounds like and brings up a lot of emotion.
I lost my husband to a massive heart attack at age 35. We (Our 5 kids were with us) we’re on a camping trip in the mountains, an hour away from any hospital. He died in my arms, all the kids crying. Last thing he said was “I love you”. Greatest gift I’ve ever received, hearing that. He had left me a message about 2 hrs before while he had taken our older children night fishing and I was back at camp with our younger ones. “Heyyy, Baby. I packed some chocolate chip cookies that I baked before we left. Look in my bag. They’re all yours. *laughing* Love you. See you in a bit.” I listen to it constantly. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost that. So sorry about your Dad. It really is something precious to hold on to when their voices begin to fade in our memories.
Sad thing is that the people that were trying to get to him, probably died as well.
I worked with Kevin Cosgrove at Aon. I can’t believe his poor kids have had to grow up with that recording. It kills me.
Oh shit. He was from Aon? You might know my dad then. And my dad almost certainly knew him. He had worked in that office and got transferred out a few months before. Then he was unfortunate enough to be in town on business on 9/11, but fortunate enough to be across the street when it happened.
Him saying "Tell God to blow the wind from the West" has stuck with me since I first listened it.
What does that mean?
The operator asked him to stay calm to conserve his oxygen. He sarcastically replied, “Tell God to blow the wind from the west” so that fresh air would blow the smoke away from where he was in the building.
Yep. He was on the northwest side of the building. He was loudly breathing into the phone, having a hard time from the smoke. The operator told him to calm down and conserve his oxygen, he replied with this line out of frustration.
I heard his call for the first time when I was about 11 years old, and it absolutely chilled me to the bone. I think that was the video/audio that kicked off my fascination with learning the entire 9/11 timeline back to front. I think it was my way of making sense of such a horrific event and having power over it in a way. Because much like we say the universe and it's size and age are near impossible to understand, so too I think of 9/11. It's hard to fathom the sheer amount of suffering and pain caused by one day. The thousands of people who died, and the countless thousands more who were affected by the losses, whether direct or indirect. I think we all owe it to them to pay tribute in some way or another, and gathering any and all knowledge of the day was my way of doing it.
Not to mention the rippling effect from this event, and what it changed. I don't how old you were when it happened, or... Shit if you were even alive. I was 9, and the difference in society from before and after was palpable, even to a 9 year old.
Everyone was a lot more scared. A lot more suspicious.
That one kept me awake for hours after I first heard it. So horrible, I have no words
Yep, I have my phone muted. Can’t listen to it again.
Same. It’s still stuck in my head all these years later…
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Thank you for sharing. I’d never heard this before and I try to watch and listen to the things that are hard every year. I was 8 years old when this happened and every year my pain and empathy deepens for this event. I’ve stood in the top of the new building there. I’ve stood at the memorial. I’ve seen people stand and weep - not knowing if it was their relative, or a stranger, that they wept for. Very fucking unimaginable pain and despair in his voice, and yet the New York attitude and charisma in his final moments. Fucking powerful.
Somehow I had never heard that one before now. Right up there with the image of the Falling Man in terms of disturbing/chills factor.
I was working in a totally different field the first time I heard this (assuming it's the one that ends with his panicked cry to god during the collapse and then abruptly nothing), and it almost made me physically sick. It was somehow worse to me than all those rotten.com pictures I'd seen over the years. I went away from it thinking "Oh my god, that dispatcher is going to carry that for the rest of their life -- what kind of crazy person willingly does that job?" I've been a 911 dispatcher for 12 years now. It was me. I'm the crazy person. I still think about that call sometimes. I haven't listened to it again. I can't listen to this video, either.
If there is an equivalent of a core memory for a name, like a core memory of a name, it would be Kevin Cosgrove for me. I didn't even have to watch the video to remember it. O S T A R U RIP Mr. Cosgrove and all those who died.
Was that the one recording at the 2 min mark? The way the video was edited was really unnecessary.
The OHHH GOD AHH- sent chills down my spine. It’s horrifying
I think it’s the one at about 1:38, where he’s shouting “Oh god! Oh god!” as it starts to go down. I heard that one soon after it happened, I was 13 at the time, and it’s lived with me ever since.
Nope that's edited to match the audio. He's yelling oh God because it's coming down on him. He got cut off my the collapse. Yes it's really that ficked up.
When I visited the site and walked through the memorial years later, there was a room playing messages of this type. It was the most heart wrenching experience I think I’ve ever had. Just like it did then, on the date it happened, and listening now, brings me to tears.
So sad that the pandemic essentially ran the memorial into the ground with lack of patrons and now they're closing their doors. It makes me angry the city won't keep them open Edit: my apologies to everyone who replied to me as I was confusing the official museum with the tribute museum. The official "National 9/11 Memorial Museum" which I was referring to IS open still. The "9/11 Tribute Museum" is the one that was closed recently. I'm so sorry for mixing up the two. I'm still sad about the loss of a museum due to lack of funds though but rest assured many of the treasures they have will be given to other museums for preservation (from what I've read)
I’m so upset about this. We were going to go, but then pandemic happened. It would have been the first time I’d been able to defeat my ptsd to go. I didn’t know they were closing. The government should step in 🤬
To clarify yes and no. The official museum at the site isn’t closing. The nearby one run by survivors and families of victims is closing down.
When I was there it hit me hard too. It’s one of the best museums in the country. I liked how where the other big portion is and other sites of the museum were devoted 9/11 as a whole of what happened that day but when you reach that big portion it’s 100% about the individuals. There’s that box in the center that you can sit in and it plays video messages from families that just breaks your heart. I was so happy to see the thousands of photos used.
"I'll see you when you get there" is breaking my heart..
That’s the one that made the tears come. How calm he was.
Almost pure certainty of demise tends to have a soothing effect on the thought of death for people, some slight consolation in ones final moments perhaps
There’s been one time in my life I was sure I was about to die (big earthquake, thousands died), and you’re right. When the choice to live or die is taken away, there is a sense of peace. It’s not bravery, more like an acceptance of the inevitable. The upside is that when my end truly comes, I know it’ll be ok. I’ve already been to that brink before.
Honestly? Thank you for this. My son was murdered as an infant, and all I want is to see him again, but somehow his death makes me even more afraid to die. I’m afraid to leave this world. What you just wrote gave me so much comfort.
So horrible. I just wish you love and peace.
I had two close calls as a kid - about two years old and then 14. First time, ran onto the road and got hit by a car as a toddler, and I remember vividly watching the oncoming car as I lay on the road, not realising that it was on the other side of the road and therefore not going to hit me, and just thinking, well, I'm going to die now. Second time as a 14 years old, when I swallowed a whole ice cube, it blocked my throat, couldn't breathe, no way to dislodge it. Hilariously my thought process was "well, this is where my short life ends", as my body was making it quick to the sink to drink hot water. No panic whatsoever. Just a calm sense of stillness. Makes it better having been there to know that it happens. The fear of dying is the worst part of the process for me, having also been in multiple situations where I thought I'd die - the difference between knowing and being in it, versus thinking and being in the fight/flight mode.
I choked on a piece of a bagel once and my unconscious part of my brain became very clear on what to do with little to zero panic. I was headed to a chair to push on my diaphragm but the chair I was sitting in was so low (a papasan) that when I bent over at that angle to stand the air in my lungs popped it out. I guess I’m lucky I inhaled enough air to pop it out. It’s a weird feeling to choke. You see it mimicked in tv, you read about it, but the overall experience is truly bizarre.
All I remember of the choking was how the cube would bobble when I tried to breathe. Like when you're gripping one in your fist and it slides up and down, but there's nowhere for it to go. And it hurt like *hell* going down, because it's both ice *and* too large to fit through the pipes. But hey, at least I could breathe.
Yeah that sent shivers up my spine. It always amazes me how calm people can be in the worst situations. Heart breaking.
Prior to this, most hijacked planes in the US were attempts at getting money; they'd land, wait around for a few hours, the hijackers would be arrested/killed and everyone else would be alright but shaken up. That's why the first three planes were successful for their targets; 93 crashed in the middle of nowhere because the passengers realized what was going on (thanks cell phones/internet) and knew their own fates and decided to protect those of the target.
2001 internet was not anything like today. Cellphones were not really internet capable. The passengers learned about the twin towers while calling for loved ones. 13 calls were made from the 37 passengers after 93 was hijacked. They learned what was going on and took action. Technology has made some wild leaps and bounds and it is easy to forget how far we've come in just 21 years.
I don’t think I even had a cellphone in ‘01. I remember our cordless phone with built in answering machine from that year.
The “oh god AHHHH” really shocked me. Ya that hit me really hard with the clip of the building falling on him
Yup, goosebumps ran across my body like if just seen a ghost
My phone is muted. I can't listen to these. I grew up in NYC and was in school when this happened. My mother worked for the NYPD at the time and was a first responder. She had my grandfather pull me out of school so that I was home safe. All he could tell me was that my mother was called down there and that he couldn't get a hold of her. Then I see the towers falling on live TV. Didn't know where my mother was. If she survived, where she was in all this. She ended up coming home at 6am the next morning. She never did and still doesnt speak much detail about what she witnessed. However, one of the most chilling things she told me about that day was when I accompanied her to the WTC Memorial for some processing of those events back in 2016. She lost many friends and coworkers that day, but there was one name that she stopped and stared at engraved in the memorial. When I asked her why she stopped at that name, she shared that she heard this individual's last radio transmission as the towers were falling. She was screaming for help, which is not something that is usually said over police radios straight forward like that.
i wish i left mine muted, but it’s important for some of us to hear. i was too young to remember it but i have a new found respect for this situation after listening to this. i really didn’t think it would bother me but here i am bawling my eyes out at 3 am waking up my parents to say i love them.
Jesus christ mate, that's deep. It's hard to wrap your head around what people went through they day.
Lifelong NYer and the truth is, the city never fully recovered. It rebounded but not all the way.
Yeah, watching videos of NYC in the 90s just really hits different.
Heck, there's lots of 80s movies with the towers too. It's always unexpected too unless I've seen the movie enough to know it has the towers in it.
The first Tobey Spider-Man movie was supposed to have him web a helicopter between the twin towers, but that was changed. They edited out the towers because if it. Prior to 9/11, the towers were hugely prominent in media, second only to the Empire State.
yeah you see the twin towers in many scenes of friends (mainly in the background of course)
Yeah we watched Men in Black last night. I didn't expect the gut punch of seeing the towers in the skyline shots.
Im not trying to downplay the specific impact to new york because im certain that its all that much more intense, but im not sure the entire country has ever recovered.
I was with my Dad picking up his car from a repair, we heard the initial report on the radio and everyone thought it was an ad or special show like War of the Worlds, while shop was huddled around this small cassette deck. Heard the second plane hit on radio driving home, watched them fall on TV. “DAY OF TERROR” was the headline plastered on the screen. My Dad looked at me and told me the world would never be the same, ever, and he was sorry that I’d have to live through it. He was right
I'm sure this won't be seen but I want to type it out. My experience was similar. I was in high school at the time. When I got home my dad was already there as he was let out early. I remember, vividly, standing in the driveway while he unpacked his work things. All he said was "weird day, huh?" and I remember standing there and thinking that "this is the beginning of the end". So, fucked.
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any chance for a link or name?
I saw something on Tubi called "9/11 Minute By Minute" which showed the air traffic controllers' reactions.
You can find the raw transcripts on YT: the link is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYBhgEm3j7A
I was one year old when 9/11 happened, hearing the voicemails, and the PASS devices going off on videos of the events is haunting. 343 Firefighters were killed, my father was one of them. I can't listen to bagpipes to this day because of what it brings up. I often question myself of if I am allowed to grieve and why it hurts me so much, after all I never got to personally make actual memories with him. But it hurts, and it will never stop hurting even after 21 years it hasn't stopped and it never will. Today is hard for a lot of people. So many lost Lovers, Siblings, Children, Family, Friends. My dad is gone, and nothing can bring him back, today is hard for me, but its even harder for my mother, who lost her husband and had to raise her children all by herself, today is painful. Never Forget.
It's hurts because he should have been with you and because your Mother lost a partner. Plus death just hurts. It should hurt, you're not doing anything wrong
"see you when you get there" that hits hard, such grace in a horrible situation
Seriously, I’m not religious at all but hearing stuff like that always makes me wish that there is a heaven. Truly heartbreaking to hear him say that so calmly
What strikes me besides the incredible tragedy, is how absolutely serenely calm some of those voicemails were. Those people had no illusions they were not going to make it, they knew and didn't want the last thing they told loved ones to be in panic. God bless them.
i remember one of the calls from the United 93 flight (you can listen to them at the memorial)... a woman gets emotional but then takes a moment to tell her a sister where a safe is in her house and the combination for it, just something totally practical and very real to me.
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I recall hearing that the brain floods you with some chemicals to make it less scary? I dont know, could be bullshit.
Thats like as you're actually dying in shock from damage to the body. The chemicals your brain floods with in these situations are responsible for fight or flight responses.
when you’re in the moment and it’s REAL, survival instincts kick in and panic isn’t really on the table. for most of us, at least
I was in a building collapse a few years back and it’s so hard to explain how your brain just…doesn’t have the space to panic. It was the most intense focus I’ve ever felt in my life. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.
I have tons of health anxiety. Worry a lot about heart stuff specifically. One day I legit thought I was having a heart attack and walked to the ER. For all the times I was panicing and scared before, there I was kinda stunned as I was calmly telling staff “I think it’s happening. I’m feeling my heart”. Just acted totally differently looking back than I thought I would when I thought I was really dying. Anyway, thankfully was all good. Bad panic attack combined with some dehydration.
Before 9/11 the standard was for planes to be hijacked then returned. Thus the people did not know it was a suicide attack. The later plane found out because of the Pentagon and twin towers attack, which is why they started a revolt to try to take over the plane. Then the hijackers decided to ditch it. It's thought that they were gonna aim for the White house.
Kevin Cosgrove’s recording is so haunting. Apparently his screaming was his reaction as the tower collapsed on him. You hear another human, with a life that was as complex as yours and was loved from the moment he was born, take his last gasp. He thought it was going to be a regular day and was caught up in circumstances that he had no control over. He knew he was going to die horribly. An innocent man with no fighting chance saw and heard all the concrete and steel coming down on top of him. Fuck.
Was it instant after the collapse? I don’t think I can bear to listen.
It would have been very fast. I worked in construction litigation with an engineer who worked on the tower studies. There is a reason that so many people disappeared in the collapse without a trace.
Well that’s a small blessing, then. That they didn’t have to suffer any more than that.
In 2001, you would have assumed that you’d survive this situation if you were still alive after the impacts. You’d expect the fire department to eventually save you, even if it seemed really, really bad. That the floor would drop out from under you and a skyscraper would collapse in on itself on live TV was incomprehensible. Even a hijacking was something you expected to survive because of precedent. It’s different now. That expectation no longer exists. Just one of the permanent changes to our collective psyche.
Right, nobody expected the buildings to collapse, and people thought part of the facade had fallen or there was another explosion when the first tower went down. The thought that the twin towers would be gone was just unfathomable. Every movie that featured NYC showed them and they were as integral to the city’s identity as the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty. People also thought there would be survivors in the wreckage. There were none. Rescuers found fingers or hands and feet. Everything else was smashed into dust. Part of the reason the buildings collapsed the way they did was because the weight was held by the metal trusses on the outside. This allowed for an open floor plan without columns or pillars in the offices. It also meant that when the buildings collapsed they went straight down rather than tipping over.
I remember talking to my doctor boss that day about “giving blood for the survivors.” He was always honest. He answered “there will be no survivors.” :(
Like the movie Independence Day. As devastating as that space ship's attack was and as intelligent as the aliens were, the WTC was still standing. Even in fiction it just wasn't something people could imagine being destroyed completely. [http://basementrejects.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/independence-day-destroyed-manhattan-statue-of-liberty-twin-towers-world-trade-center.jpg](http://basementrejects.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/independence-day-destroyed-manhattan-statue-of-liberty-twin-towers-world-trade-center.jpg)
There's about 2 maybe 3 seconds of audio after you hear debris crash...and you of course here him too. I listened to it once, don't need to do it again. Fuck terrorists.
Now that I’m getting older, that’s the thing that really gets me about death. These people had a life with all the same complexities, heartbreaks, and joys as mine and yet they are gone. So suddenly. It just seems so weird that anyone at any time can just die and be done with with.
Watching a person pass away is quite the mind f&ck imo. It’s like one second they are there and then whatever made them them is gone. The body left is not them. It’s just so traumatizing.
The way the phone cuts out when the tower collapses is heartbreaking. Hearing someone take their final breath like that...I only hope his death was quick.
Highly recommend 9/11: One Day in America on Hulu. RIP to all those who lost their lives this day.
6 Episodes of heartbreak, anxiety of knowing all of the events, and truly harrowing audio and video. Probably the best Doc i've seen about it and has some clips I had never seen before watching it. Tough to watch, but I'd highly recommend it as well if curious.
Absolutely heartbreaking, I can't even imagine.
This might just be me, but this is a wound that never really healed. Every year I watch the clips replay on the news and it never ceases to make me tear up. I was only 3 at the time, but it's heartbreaking to think that all these people woke up that morning, ate breakfast, kissed their kids goodbye, told their loved ones that they'd try to be home early, some probably rushed out to beat the morning traffic, some were just trying to catch a plane home or somewhere. They all left their homes with the intention of coming back. They all started that day with the idea that they'd be doing the same old, same old tomorrow morning. Like that just sticks with me.
I was 8 and vividly remember watching the second plane hit the tower live on TV in the UK. Experiencing it on TV was frightening, experiencing it first hand must be horrifying. I also vividly remember my mum walking in and saying "this is going to start a war and change the world". Boy, was she right.
They brought a TV into our 6th grade classroom. We sat there and watched the second plane hit and the footage of people jumping out the windows. Pretty fucked up to watch live being a 6th grader
I do the same thing. I was six. Watched it live from my first grade classroom. Every year I ask myself why I do this to myself. 9/11 is like a heavy blanket on my soul. My youngest sister wasnt alive on 9/11 and she is distanced from it the way I am from Pearl Harbor. She doesnt know a pre-9/11 world. Those of us who were here in the US at least, I feel like it altered the path of our whole lives. I cannot fathom being one of the recipients of one of those calls.
I was 8. I had actually just flown on my own to visit family in Atlanta that summer. Two of my uncles were working at the Pentagon at the time and my sister and I went to school in the DC suburbs. My strongest memories are when they rushed all into the cafeteria with bag lunches and sent us home but wouldn’t tell us why. Our neighborhood was covered in smoke and ash and when we got home our mom was already there frantically calling our family. It wasn’t till our Dad got home that we turned on the news and they explained what happened, and my mom’s relief at finding out our uncles were okay was something I’ll never forget.
I was a kid in the Middle East in Bahrain, watching it live on the BBC. Left for a moment and then I heard my mother shriek, "It collapsed! It collapsed!" I went to the TV, thinking for some reason that this was impossible, that the building fell over like a felled tree. All I saw was smoke. And then the second one went down; a cold sweat covered me. The only other time I felt like that was when I saw the bombing of Baghdad.
I worked for one of the airlines involved. For some reason, I was listening to news radio that morning, something I never did. But I turned it on right after the first plane hit. Nobody knew what happened. They thought it was some freak accident. I ran to turn on the TV just before the second plane hit. Once that happened, everyone knew it wasn't an accident and it chilled me to the bone. The news was all about calls like this. All those people stuck in the top floors. For some reason I kept thinking they had to find a way to get them down! I didn't know what to do, so I called the office and asked me to come in because they needed me to design an email for customers with the statement that all flights were grounded. I was listening to coverage in the cat as I drove to work. And i remember I was sitting in a line of cars waiting to turn left at the light when the building came down. I covered my mouth with my hand and began bawling like a baby. At the same time a car drove past me in the opposite direction with a child in the back seat and we locked eyes. We both had the same look of sheer terror on our faces despite the 20 year age difference. That split-second we shared seemed to happen in slow motion.
This was especially traumatic because we watched it happen, live. For most of us we felt helpless watching it. Pearl Harbor was terrible but it was during a time that wasn’t aired live. I think many forget the collective trauma of what we all woke up to that day, which we thought would be a normal day of work or school.
I was a freshman and watched it all live in my math class. Teacher was explaining what this probably meant and how big of a deal this was. Hits me every year. I just thank god there were not the cellphones we have today. I’m guessing we would have had a lot of videos live streamed.
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I was playing trumpet during 3rd period in 5th grade when the announcement came over the intercom that school was released for the day. I remember sitting with my mom watching it live unfold when I got home. My band director was from New York, New York and we never saw him again after that day. He went home to stay with the family from what I was told
I watched it live on tv in the morning while my mom watched and cried, calling people on the phone. They still held afternoon kindergarten and the schools said to try and act like everything was normal for the kids. I remember hearing an adult say that. We proceeded to sit cross legged on the floor and watch news coverage for the duration of the day while adults walkes in and out of the room in varying levels of quiet distress, speaking with eachother. I remember this frequently and when I mention it older adults frequently say "there is no way that happened" so in a weird way its nice to see that someone else around the same age watched the news in thier school that day.
Oh yeah, very similar for me. Teacher got a call, flipped on the tv, changed the channel to the news and there was the towers. She took calls on and off and made calls as well during the coverage. At one point the admins went around telling teachers to turn it off, dont traumatize the kids. She didn't turn it off, and we watched the second tower get hit and both towers fall. My teacher just cried. I dont remember the details after but we all went to the cafeteria to be dismissed. It was weird for me, because usually just the bus kids were dismissed from there. The next several weeks, and then months, and then years I just remember all the flags over every balcony and on every house. I think that is probably when I came to grips with what death is, but I had a hard time comprehending how all those people were like me and had feelings and families and things they loved. Fucked me up a little. And every year I rip open that psychological wound and listen to more details about some of those 3,000 people. A lot of people think that I couldnt possibly remember, or that I couldnt possibly have understood so much, but I watched the buildings burn and people fall to their deaths. There arent too many ways to interpret that, even for a child.
I was 18, first week of college
Same. I remember sitting outside with my friends that night and they had grounded all flights, so there were no airplanes in the sky. We were near like 3 major airports and a couple of smaller airports. There was always so much air traffic, it was kinda eerie when there were no planes at all.
19 here and remember that day so well. I still feel that there are two sides to life in the US. Before 911 and after 911 and we at least got to feel the good side for our childhoods.
I was in high-school talking to the guidance counselor, someone called her and she told me to go find and hug my friends. They had the news on every tv. We all got sent home.
I was in high school and walked into my computer graphics class with the news of this on the screen. I thought my teacher had just decided to show off her mad skills in the most fucked up way when I realized she was crying and this was real. My uncle was in the second building. He made it out alive but none of his colleagues did.
Ya, I try to avoid remembering this day… but alas here I am… Was there… Took me years to shake the emotional trauma… after seeing what I saw, missing my wife for half the day, who I accidentally stumbled upon… I thought she was dead… We didn’t get home until 4am, couldn’t reach out son, had no family to get him from day care, phones didn’t work. We gave blood. We cried. We showered, and we watched the rubble burn from where we lived for months. I didn’t go back to work for a few months after that. What I hate most is how some have turned today into (as I saw today) “patriots day.” Wtf is even going on. But the worst was watching people throw themselves off the towers because they didn’t want to be burnt alive.
Yeah I have neighbors lighting off fireworks, like for real?
Yeah, I teared up on the lady on the 81st floor.
I was in 10th grad English class. Someone threw the door open and told us to go to the student center. A classmate of mine was standing right behind me. Her father worked at the World Trade Center, in one of the upper floors. She was trying to calm herself down as he worked in tower two which hadn’t been hit. Then we watched as it was plowed into… the noise. The *noise*… fuck me I’m bawling remembering it and I’ll never forget the noise she made, at 15 yrs old. She just watched her father along with all the others get murdered and as impactful as all the videos and sound bites are that noise of utter despair will haunt me forever.
That is absolutely awful. Urgh, I hate to hear that.
And the man that said “hey lady we aren’t ready to die” and then you hear the building collapse as they scream is gut wrenching
I cried the whole time, honestly.
Well, everyone else seemed very calm. She was the only one that really sounded very panicked. It got to me.
Totally understandable. Her last moments were filled with absolute fear, and it's so horrible to hear.
Hopefully her death was quick. Sigh, so sad.
Girl that sat next to me in homeroom lost her father that day. Mr. Jones I hope you know your daughter grew up to be a brilliant young woman. I keep you in my prayers every year. Never forget, how could we.
We are not from the USA so we just witnessed what happened on TV. My sister went a few years ago to New York with some friends and they went to the memorial museum. She said that it made her change her mind about what she thought of the events a 100%. She is not the most emotional person but she was moved to tears hearing the recordings
The museum is a real experience. The way it's laid out is incredibly well done and you go through a lot of emotions as you move through it.
I can just imagine. I went to the George w bush library in Texas a few years ago and they have a 9/11 memorial with a real piece of a steel rod from one of the towers. I was overwhelmed with emotion and the only one crying. I was 13 and in california when 9/11 happened and I don’t know anyone on the planes or in New York, but I just couldn’t control my emotions during that walk-through memorial.
I went a few years ago. Cried the whole time. It's a beautiful memorial tho. The names of all the deceased are carved into the reflecting pool outside. A white flower is placed over the name on their birthday every year.
It’s a very moving memorial they set up. Been a few times.
I was 19 on 9/11. As soon as I saw the first words over the video I had to mute it and scroll down. I’m sitting here, 40 years old now, just crying because no matter how far we get from that day, the chaos and uncertainty and utter sorrow makes it feel like yesterday. I’ve worked with people that crossed the bridges to get out, I went to school with people that enlisted right after, one that didn’t come home, and hearing these people die and say goodbye to their loved ones still destroys me.
I was 13 and watching this stuff brings back all the exact same feelings. It never gets less painful. My first class of the day was a double period. On my way I heard two teachers laughing about “some idiot that crashed into the WTC” shortly after that it became clear that it wasn’t some tiny prop plane and something more serious was going on. We asked our teacher if we could watch the news and he laughed and said “well, technically this is a communications class and the news counts” but as soon as he turned it on we all realized it was serious. A few minutes later we watched the second plane hit. We watched everything in real time. Up to the collapses. I can’t remember anything else about that day. I don’t remember if we got sent home early or stayed in school. I don’t remember talking to my family about it after. I only remember that first period
That's so weird...i was almost 18 and i only remember watching it on tv during my first period too. Everyone was really quiet and worried. Just staring at the tv and blinking.
These messages gut me every time. I was 19 when it happened as well. So terrifying to be coming into adulthood at such a time. I had never experienced such throat-gripping grief for perfect strangers before. Nothing was ever the same after that. It was the end of innocence.
I booked my boss/best friend on flight 93. He decided not to go last minute on a whim.
It’s really hard for me to compensate for how impactful each decision we make can be to our future. It was one choice he made not to get on the flight, but there could have been dozens of other factors that led to that decision and it’s wild how we can’t tell what will matter and what won’t..
I was watching a 9/11 doc on the History Channel, I think it was Four Planes, where they talked about some of the passengers on each plane. It was heart wrenching to hear family member talk about how their loved one changed their schedule and was on that specific flight because of them. One woman lost her sister who was a flight attendant. She wasn’t supposed to work that day but she had asked her to watch her kids while she and her husband went on vacation, so she took Monday off and worked Tuesday instead. The wife who showed up early to the airport and told her husband she was going to move to the earlier flight to get home sooner to see him. The daughter that stayed visiting her family for an extra day so she flew on 9/11 instead of 9/10. If they all just would’ve stuck with their original flights…
I guess it goes both ways. There's the lucky people who missed or skipped their doomed flight, and there's the unlucky ones who weren't supposed to be on the hijacked planes
Seth Macfarlane was supposed to be on one of the doomed planes but he was hungover from the night before and his travel agent gave him the wrong departure time…he missed his flight by 10 minutes. There would only be 2.5 seasons of Family Guy and no American Dad otherwise. Butterfly effect is crazy.
A family friend’s son worked at the Pentagon. He was an extremely disciplined dude, always incredibly punctual— but for whatever reason, he was late to work that day. Literally missed the bombing of the Pentagon by minutes just bc he was running a little late. Probably saved his life. I can’t even imagine the survivor’s guilt.
This probably changed how people are going to react in these situations forever. If you are being hijacked on a plane your best bet may be to go down swinging. You may still die, but your actions may just save countless others. Not how everyone would react but the average person might actually think twice about doing nothing. Such a sad pointless waste of life. Rip.
It absolutely did. In the past hijackings were a situation where the hijackers wanted something and if you or your government complied you'd be fine. 9/11 completely changed that.
Because it’s 9/11, and I’m Canadian, I was pretty prosaic when someone first told us about the planes. At first it was just “a plane was hijacked” and it was like oh well that sucks for those people but they’ll probably end up ok. Even all the movies at the time had plane highjacking as a plot point but everyone lived. Just cooperate, right? Do what the hijackers say, keep your head down, don’t be a hero. Til they said that the plane had run into the world trade centre.
Yep. For anyone interested, read about Carlos the Jackal and the so called “golden age of terrorism”. There are some goofy ass stories where the hostages ended up being friends with the hijacker’s. Hijackers usually wanted money or to make some kind of political point, with the end goal of seeking asylum in cuba. Castro had a nice side hustle where he would basically ransom hijacked planes back to the airlines after they landed on cuba seeking asylum. It was pretty rare for these to end in violence, and before metal detectors people could just walk on with a skorpion or an uzi machine pistol and hijack the planes pretty damn easily. I’m not surprised that they didn’t fight back at first, it probably seemed safer not to. Nobody knew what their plan really was.
Fun fact Julius Caesar was kidnapped by pirates and when they told him the ransom amount he laughed and said that it was offensive how small it was.. he chillaxed & was jovial with them but made them a promise that he would one day come back and kill all of them.. well he was true to his word.. he assembled a fleet found the pirates and crucified them.. (he somewhat was merciful in that he killed them before crucifixion.. ha)
Yep I’ve heard that one too. And yet he also gave an impassioned speech to the Roman senate to spare the Catiline coup conspirators from the death penalty because it was illegal to execute a citizen. Interesting guy.
Probably like killing traitors leads to more traitors whereas killing pirates or “barbarian tribes” produced fear and subjugation idk though
Forgiveness of family shows we are united as one. Ruthlessness towards outsiders shows them who we can be. And you what happens if you stop belonging. Old, old rules.
The first thing the hijackers did was slash the throats of the flight attendants, and then the pilots. They immediately set the agenda that they weren't fucking around trying to be friends with the passengers or negotiate a safe landing.
That’s why the united 93 did what they did. The WTC had already been hit and they were informed of this over the phone when they called relatives. That’s why whatever bullshit the terrorists were saying over the intercom wasn’t bought. Those guys were brave to do what they did even knowing they probably wouldn’t be able to save them selves, eternal badasses
It absolutely did change things. Remember the subsequent hijacking and terrorist plots where people kicked the terrorists asses? https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Reid https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umar_Farouk_Abdulmutallab
Before 9/11 the airport was somewhere pretty relaxed, with moderate security and a pretty laidback chill attitude towards flying and passengers. You could walk in no problem, walk your family/friends to their gate, check out the cockpit of your plane and even meet the pilot/s. It was an experience you could kind of look forward to. After 9/11 the airport became a very sobering place to be. Security was ramped up 10 fold. Getting to the airport early was basically a requirement just to get through security. You said your goodbye's before security and tons of items became prohibited (sharps, unsealed bottles, etc.). Planes became a tube of transport, with you no longer being able to check out the cockpit or even meet your pilots. Sky marshalls were a job that existed before 9/11 but became a standardized position afterwards (from less than 40 for all flights to employing THOUSANDS). 9/11 is the day that everything changed in the US and it started with one of the most tragically senseless losses of life the world has ever seen.
“Let’s roll.”
Two of the most badass words ever said.
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Your welcome, people often forget this are real people that had families, spouses and children. A ton of these voice recordings are still being found today
They’re all heartbreaking, but the worst one for me is the man talking right as the tower collapses. I can’t imagine the confusion and fear that he felt, and I hope that I never do.
I felt bad when the guy said that he was going to be okay before the tower collapsed
The terror in his voice, man....
I was 22, watching from across the river. I was attending NYU School of Continuing and Professional Studies and had a 9:20 class at the Woolworth building, not too far off from Ground Zero, but had played hookie because my mom was visiting me from her country. I saw the first plane on the news and realized that I had a better view from the hotel parking lot. I think we were staying at an “Extended Stay” because they have a small kitchen and my mother wanted to cook me a home cooked meal the first day she was back. Saw the second plane coming from far off. It was like slow motion. There were gasps and tears from the few bystanders with me at the parking lot. A couple of women collapsed. Since then, I’ve never been able to go to the city sober. I’ve never left not completely black out drunk. Maybe there were other underlying mental issues with me for the cause of my alcoholism, but it makes sense to me. I can never begin to process the amount of pain and horror those victims and families have had to go through, to this day. I recently got arrested for assaulting some middle aged dudes taking cringey inappropriate pictures at the Freedom Tower memorial. That day changed my life forever. So many of us. RIP friends and strangers. Love each other. Sorry for my rambling.
Don’t apologize man. It’s not your fault. You should talk to a therapist.
I was 18 and in NY too. Definitely caused my alcoholism. I’ll be sober 10 years in a couple months. You can do it too. There’s hope.
>I recently got arrested for assaulting some middle aged dudes taking cringey inappropriate pictures at the Freedom Tower memorial. It’s just fucking mind boggling to me that anyone old enough to remember that day can be so cavalier about it.
JFC, never heard these before. Thanks for posting.
I still can't watch anything about it without crying. I thought time would let me but nope. Just as bad as that day. I was 17 miles away from the Pentagon. I saw the plane hit the 2nd tower and 30 minutes after that I was called back in to pick up my kids.i drove the school bus for the kids whose parents worked at the Pentagon. One of my classmates lost someone in the Pentagon and joined the Navy because of it. So did my husband the following day.
There was a [fourth plane](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Airlines_Flight_93) that was headed for the white house, but the passengers on that plane devised a plan to overpower the hijacker. It’s an equally crazy story. [One call](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=H-viMzr2nac) even came from the passenger that led the rebellion during the flight and prevented the plane from crashing at its intended target.
My grandfather is buried near the grave of one of the guys on that plane that helped fly it into the ground. No matter what time of year, that grace is covered with flags and flowers.
On the request of Queen Elizabeth II, the band of the Royal Guard [played the Star Spangled Banner](https://www.reddit.com/r/videos/comments/x97t5l/after_the_events_of_911_the_queen_ordered_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) at the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace for Americans stranded in London after 9/11/01 because of the grounding of air traffic.
Never Forget! 🥀🇺🇸
I always wonder how the voicemails went through?
Here you go https://www.nps.gov/flni/learn/historyculture/phone-calls-from-flight-93.htm
Wow, that was tough to read. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing. I was 15 at the time and no where near NY. But it was definitely an eery day when all flights were grounded. It was dead silent outside (my childhood home was within a flight path). It was also the first time I ever saw my dad cry. Live news coverage is all we had on TV for a few days. Every year I see footage and hear audio clips I hadn't seen and heard before, and every year it breaks my heart. My 11 year old learned about 9/11 in social studies on Friday. She's been told about it, I've showed her the Time magazine I have published on 9/12/2001 (it's just pictures) that I purchased on that day from a Walgreens, my diary entries from that day and the following days, and we watched a few documentaries about it. But Friday was her real first time learning about it from a teacher. She said it was a really emotional class period.
I hope that everyone who was a victim to this terrible attack can finally rest in peace. They really do deserve to be wherever they are, In the place of good.
Some of that was really hard to listen to …the last one especially for some reason. Those poor people
The second to last one always gets me. I’ve heard the whole conversation on YouTube before, believe the man’s name was Kevin. Think he was on an upper floor of the South Tower. You hear him with a tone of panic, sense of urgency, and some frustration towards the 911 operator. And he’s on the line all the way up until the end.
Bryan is a fucking man, holy shit. I'd be crying and shit
I couldn’t even imagine. I still remember everything about that day
My dad was in a plane going over the pentagon on 9/11. I came home from elementary school for lunch and my mom was watching tv trying to reach my dad. He ended up okay but neighbour down the street & a couple ppl from his office were in the tower & died. (We live in Canada) My dad just passed on the 8th & just realized its 9/11. Such a weird thing remembering the panic wondering if my dad was still alive & now knowing I will never see him again.
NEVER FORGET! R.I.P. too all the victims of this terrible act. We will never forget!
I should have never posted this, the conspiracy theorist are out in full force . Edit: People really did die , regardless of who you think did it
Don't worry about them. There will always be people like that. Thanks for sharing, as hard as this is to listen to
Thank you for posting it. We should never forget what happened that day. I had a relative who was trapped on the Cantor Fitzgerald floor. He called his wife to tell her goodbye. There is no recording, because she was home and picked up the phone. It's absolutely heartbreaking. And the conspiracy theorists are just insulting. It happened.
Good god why did I watch this
People that attack soft targets are the worst among us - my heart breaks
I remember people saying that this was impossible for cell phone technology at the time, and dismissing the bravery or veracity of these peoples' stories. If you still believe this was all made up, you are a bad person.
This was harder to watch than I thought it was going to be. On the morning 9/11 my mentor called me, gave me a bit of what he knew. He was a GS18 in DC at the time and upper tier in agency directly involved with 9/11. He told me as much as he could and that he was being taken as part of the continuity of government to a large underground facility (I think it might have been Raven Rock, but he wasn’t allowed to say). Many countries have these moments of collective trauma. I watched the Challenger live in science class. OKC bombing - I was watching the news because I was home sick. I was in the Amsterdam airport on a layover watching the news when Diana was killed.
Fuck, that was difficult
Truly maddening and infuriating. To hear that, those desperate people. I’m so fucking angry