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Remembering This DayPosted Sunday, September 11, 2011, at 11:03 AM
By the time I woke up on September 11, 2001 the towers had already been hit. I was living in Lincoln at the time. I, my brother, and three of our friends had just moved to Lincoln a few months earlier. I walked downstairs to see that my brother and one of our roommates were sitting in the living room. I asked them why they were home (they both worked the day shift so there was no reason for them to be home), all they did was simply point at the screen.
When I turned to look both of the twin towers were billowing smoke with two huge holes in them. At the time there was mass confusion about what had actually happened. All that was known was that two planes, probably the size of commercial airliners had hit the towers. Though nothing had been confirmed and no groups had yet to take the blame, everyone pretty much knew that it was a terrorist attack.
I sat there in disbelief as the images began pouring in of people with no more hope left began jumping from the floors above where the holes had been punctured.
Then it happened, the first tower fell, and then the second. As the minutes and hours progressed we learned that the Pentagon had also been hit and that a plane (as we would later learn was Flight 93) had crashed in a field in Pennsylvania.
The rest of that day I spent time on the phone with my parents and my older brother. There were rumors that gas prices were skyrocketing across the country. My roommate and I finally had enough of the coverage, it was just to sad, so we did the only thing we knew to do. We went down into the basement and began playing music. It was soothing. It did not allow us to forget what was going on in New York and Washington, but it did allow us to escape somewhat and that was needed.
I remember going outside at one point in the late afternoon to smoke. I looked to the sky and saw something that I do not really ever remember seeing. As it became apparent that terrorists were using planes as weapons the entire nations air space had become restricted. No planes were allowed to fly. What I saw in the sky was a clear sky. I was born into an age a jet air travel so I had become use to seeing jet trails in the sky. This day I saw none. It was both terrifying and amazing all at the same time.
It was an unforgettable day...
Please post with your own remembrances of 9/11. Please refrain from posting off topic. This is a day we should always remember with respect towards those that were lost.
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