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This blog can remember all the memories to related to black day of America.haulage companies

This blog can remember all the memories to related to black day of America.haulage companies

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These stories brought tears to my eyes. Their words illustrated what their young eyes, hearts and emotions saw and felt that day. May God bless all of the souls and families affected by this horrific tragedy. May we continue to stand together and LOVE one another! Thank you for sharing your stories.

It was my 2nd day of 10th grade, 1st period bell rang at 8:45..and so I went to gym. I went to Hs downtown BK, so the skyline was always clear from my schools windows. My gym t.a came into the gym screaming that the first tower was on fire. So, I ran out the gym across the hall just in time to see a resemblance of a little black bird hit the 2nd tower. Right there I knew NYC was under attack. We all began to cry and pull out cell phones nothing worked. I went to my next class and they turned on the TV, that's when we found out the Pentagon was hit. With the military planes/jets flying over I knew this was not a great day. I watched both the north and south tower collapse in front of my eyes. Saddest thing I've seen and also, the dark smoke and debris filled the air. All I remember is trying to go home, but my school locked the doors inside. But, from the outside ppl who walked across the bridge covered in debris, dust, blood, fear entered our school. It was awful, I knew I have to go to the jhs around the corner from me to get my sis so we could walk the 25 blocks home. Her face was priceless as one of her classmates was told in school that she lost her mother. I remember getting home and my three younger brothers were frightened because they could've grasp what happened. There were only three channels working because the south tower carried the antennas for various channels. It was such a sad day watching neighbors covered in debris. And my mom got a phone call later on that my cousin died, he worked for Canter Fitzergald which lost the most ppl. He was on the 103th floor in the north tower. 10 years later and it seems just like yesterday. May all the souls lost on that day rest in paradise.

It was my 2nd day of 10th grade, 1st period bell rang at 8:45..and so I went to gym. I went to Hs downtown BK, so the skyline was always clear from my schools windows. My gym t.a came into the gym screaming that the first tower was on fire. So, I ran out the gym across the hall just in time to see a resemblance of a little black bird hit the 2nd tower. Right there I knew NYC was under attack. We all began to cry and pull out cell phones nothing worked. I went to my next class and they turned on the TV, that's when we found out the Pentagon was hit. With the military planes/jets flying over I knew this was not a great day. I watched both the north and south tower collapse in front of my eyes. Saddest thing I've seen and also, the dark smoke and debris filled the air. All I remember is trying to go home, but my school locked the doors inside. But, from the outside ppl who walked across the bridge covered in debris, dust, blood, fear entered our school. It was awful, I knew I have to go to the jhs around the corner from me to get my sis so we could walk the 25 blocks home. Her face was priceless as one of her classmates was told in school that she lost her mother. I remember getting home and my three younger brothers were frightened because they could've grasp what happened. There were only three channels working because the south tower carried the antennas for various channels. It was such a sad day watching neighbors covered in debris. And my mom got a phone call later on that my cousin died, he worked for Canter Fitzergald which lost the most ppl. He was on the 103th floor in the north tower. 10 years later and it seems just like yesterday. May all the souls lost on that day rest in paradise.

It was my 2nd day of 10th grade, 1st period bell rang at 8:45..and so I went to gym. I went to Hs downtown BK, so the skyline was always clear from my schools windows. My gym t.a came into the gym screaming that the first tower was on fire. So, I ran out the gym across the hall just in time to see a resemblance of a little black bird hit the 2nd tower. Right there I knew NYC was under attack. We all began to cry and pull out cell phones nothing worked. I went to my next class and they turned on the TV, that's when we found out the Pentagon was hit. With the military planes/jets flying over I knew this was not a great day. I watched both the north and south tower collapse in front of my eyes. Saddest thing I've seen and also, the dark smoke and debris filled the air. All I remember is trying to go home, but my school locked the doors inside. But, from the outside ppl who walked across the bridge covered in debris, dust, blood, fear entered our school. It was awful, I knew I have to go to the jhs around the corner from me to get my sis so we could walk the 25 blocks home. Her face was priceless as one of her classmates was told in school that she lost her mother. I remember getting home and my three younger brothers were frightened because they could've grasp what happened. There were only three channels working because the south tower carried the antennas for various channels. It was such a sad day watching neighbors covered in debris. And my mom got a phone call later on that my cousin died, he worked for Canter Fitzergald which lost the most ppl. He was on the 103th floor in the north tower. 10 years later and it seems just like yesterday. May all the souls lost on that day rest in paradise.

It was my 2nd day of 10th grade, 1st period bell rang at 8:45..and so I went to gym. I went to Hs downtown BK, so the skyline was always clear from my schools windows. My gym t.a came into the gym screaming that the first tower was on fire. So, I ran out the gym across the hall just in time to see a resemblance of a little black bird hit the 2nd tower. Right there I knew NYC was under attack. We all began to cry and pull out cell phones nothing worked. I went to my next class and they turned on the TV, that's when we found out the Pentagon was hit. With the military planes/jets flying over I knew this was not a great day. I watched both the north and south tower collapse in front of my eyes. Saddest thing I've seen and also, the dark smoke and debris filled the air. All I remember is trying to go home, but my school locked the doors inside. But, from the outside ppl who walked across the bridge covered in debris, dust, blood, fear entered our school. It was awful, I knew I have to go to the jhs around the corner from me to get my sis so we could walk the 25 blocks home. Her face was priceless as one of her classmates was told in school that she lost her mother. I remember getting home and my three younger brothers were frightened because they could've grasp what happened. There were only three channels working because the south tower carried the antennas for various channels. It was such a sad day watching neighbors covered in debris. And my mom got a phone call later on that my cousin died, he worked for Canter Fitzergald which lost the most ppl. He was on the 103th floor in the north tower. 10 years later and it seems just like yesterday. May all the souls lost on that day rest in paradise.

It was my 2nd day of 10th grade, 1st period bell rang at 8:45..and so I went to gym. I went to Hs downtown BK, so the skyline was always clear from my schools windows. My gym t.a came into the gym screaming that the first tower was on fire. So, I ran out the gym across the hall just in time to see a resemblance of a little black bird hit the 2nd tower. Right there I knew NYC was under attack. We all began to cry and pull out cell phones nothing worked. I went to my next class and they turned on the TV, that's when we found out the Pentagon was hit. With the military planes/jets flying over I knew this was not a great day. I watched both the north and south tower collapse in front of my eyes. Saddest thing I've seen and also, the dark smoke and debris filled the air. All I remember is trying to go home, but my school locked the doors inside. But, from the outside ppl who walked across the bridge covered in debris, dust, blood, fear entered our school. It was awful, I knew I have to go to the jhs around the corner from me to get my sis so we could walk the 25 blocks home. Her face was priceless as one of her classmates was told in school that she lost her mother. I remember getting home and my three younger brothers were frightened because they could've grasp what happened. There were only three channels working because the south tower carried the antennas for various channels. It was such a sad day watching neighbors covered in debris. And my mom got a phone call later on that my cousin died, he worked for Canter Fitzergald which lost the most ppl. He was on the 103th floor in the north tower. 10 years later and it seems just like yesterday. May all the souls lost on that day rest in paradise.

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Wow reading these stories beside mines really touch me just so sad me as a little girl seeing something like this on tv scared me r.I.p all that lost loves one on that day :'( still bring tears to my eyes

Wow reading these stories beside mines really touch me just so sad me as a little girl seeing something like this on tv scared me r.I.p all that lost loves one on that day :'( still bring tears to my eyes

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I've been watching the coverage all day. Every year 9/11 affects me more and more. I was in gym class when it happened, 10th grade. I remember I was talking to my best friend about some boyfriend issues and my gym teacher wheeled a tv out into the middle of the gym with the news coverage. I glanced at it for a second and I distinctly remember wondering, "why is he was showing us a video about Israel or Pakistan during gym class?" After that we transitioned to our next period and people started talking about what had happened, I still hadn't seen any footage since early that morning so I really had no idea. One of my friends said a plane crashed into a building in Manhattan and I remember my other friend joked that TRL wouldn't be coming on that afternoon. We all laughed. It wasn't until the next period during Biology when one of our teacher's turned on the tv and it was just at the moment the South Tower fell. It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room. I live in Westchester and my school is near an Air Force base and we could hear the planes zooming above us, which of course sent everyone into a panic. Particularly because at that time we were unsure of how many hijacked planes were still in the air, at that time we thought as many as 7. I just remember this girl in my class saying, "where is that"? And someone responded it was the WTC and she screamed. I can still hear it today, it pierced through everything. About a second later everything hit me and I remembered that my father's company had a contract with a company in Tower 1. He used to tell me all the time how he hated the express elevators because they made him sick. I don't remember feeling anything after that. I remember rationalizing and telling myself they could be delivering anywhere from Jersey to Connecticut. I also remember for some reason I didn't want anyone to know...almost like saying it out loud would make it real. At the end of the period the girl whose father worked in the towers was crying and I went up to her and I said, "my dad might be there too". I guess I wanted her to maybe feel some kind of solidarity, like she wasn't alone. But as soon as the words came out I broke down and we just sat there sobbing. I distinctly remember that at that moment they were playing, on repeat, the footage of the second plane hitting the South Tower. The day went pretty quickly after that. I too declined to go to the guidance counselor. I just wanted to stay with my friends. No one could get through on their cell phones so I never even bothered calling home. There's a huge hill I would have to walk down on the way from school which gives a pretty clear view of the Manhattan skyline. I remember seeing the smoke and dust billowing from downtown Manhattan, even though I was at least 20 miles away. And to this day, I swear I could taste it. When I got home my mom was there. She said my father was in fact in Manhattan that day but she didn't know where exactly. I just remember feeling numb. We kept the news on all day. I remember my mom being scared but pretending she was fine. At around 7pm my father called. He was in the Bronx at a friend's house. When the planes hit he was in his truck in Midtown on his way to Battery Park. They called their dispatcher and he told them to turn around and come back to Westchester. But the traffic was so bad they ended up leaving the truck around 96th street and walking the rest of the way to the Bronx. I was relieved my father was ok and I remember going to school the next day and looking for that girl in my class. One of her friends told me that her dad had died in the attack. I saw her in school after that but never said anything. I think I felt...almost ashamed or guilty that my father survived while hers hadn't. After the attack I was so numb. I never cried but fear became a way of life. Most will remember that after that we had anthrax scares and all these worries about biological warfare. A plane couldn't fly by without everyone looking up and holding our collective breath. The following summer my cousin came to visit from Canada and we decided to take her on the Circle Line, which is a little cruise boat that goes around the tip of lower Manhattan. As we were on the deck I remember staring at the sky line and having this uneasy feeling like something was missing. Suddenly I remembered what was missing was the Twin Towers, and I started to sob. 9/11 has changed my life and the lives of many others who weren't even there that day in ways we can't even imagine. Terrorism; the word, the feeling, the act, has become so embedded in our national consciousness. We, especially those that travel to Manhattan frequently, as I now have to for work have this burdensome vigilance, this uneasiness, this...almost paranoia. The city moves and breathes but a little bit different than before. We see officers with automatic rifles at Grand Central and bomb sniffing dogs at MSG and inspection tables at random subway stops and we see it every day...but I don't think it's something you ever get used to. I'm a teacher and for the first time earlier this year I really delved into 9/11 with my students (the lesson was in response to the death of Osama bin Laden). It hurt so much to have to put those thoughts that I struggle with every day into their little minds. But at the same time I know that their generation has a burden mine never did before September 11th. The burden of global terrorism and what that means for us as a nation. They grow up with the understanding, at a very young age, that there are people out there that want to hurt them just because of where they live and things that have nothing to do with them as people but rather the nation as a whole. That is a concept I was blissfully ignorant to for the first 15 years of my life. Every year, for some reason 9/11 gets a little harder. I feel a little sadder. I cry a little more. Maybe it's because you find out more details, more stories, more nuances, it becomes more personal. Every year I seem to meet someone who has lost a family member or friend in the towers, so every year it becomes more real. Maybe it's because we all deal with the realization that it's been 10 years and our world isn't getting any better...or any safer. Maybe the burden of living in this constant vigilance and fear needs a breaking point, and this is the day is makes the most sense to do so. For whatever reason, it's hard and it's not getting any easier. But today in commemoration of the day a coworker posted a sermon from a rabbi that said, in part: "You should light a candle. At some point beginning tonight or tomorrow morning, take a yahrzeit candle, any candle, one that burns 24 hours, or one that burns an hour or two. Do a simple, ritual act of lighting. Interrupt your morning routine and kindle a flame. And let it sit. Why? Because there is nothing as simple as the flame of a candle, and there is nothing as poignant and universal in the sense that symbolizes the soul and simply the light that has gone out. It is a simple and yet profound ritual act that condenses the feelings that are impossible to express." So I lit my candle and cried a little less. God bless you all.

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I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was a Senior is high school in Baltimore, and during my chorus class the principal came over the loud speaker with the news about the first tower. We all turned on the tv and watched with horror as the second tower was hit. I instantly felt scared because we have a World Trade Ctr building in downtown Baltimore and I wasn't sure if we were going to have an attack on us. As the news continued that's when the fear got worse for me. The Pentagon was hit. I screamed and broke down and rushed to a phone to call my grandmother. My uncle and his 8month pregnant wife worked there. As I trembled dialing her number and I heard the fear in her voice as she said hello, I asked her repeatedly where was my uncle and his wife? She said my aunt was at the doctor's but she has been trying to call my uncle ever since she heard the news and no response. Everyone in class tried to calm me but there was no calm that could have come. My family needed him. His wife needed him. They let us out of school early and I cried the entire way home. Baltimore was completely shut down. No busses were running, businesses were closed. Everyone was forced to go home and watch the horror that had come to us. Phone lines were tied up for hours, no one could contact their loved ones. Over 12hrs I watched the coverage and continuously called my uncle's phone and got no response. My aunt was frantic and no one could, or even still can for that matter, understand what was happening and why. Finally around midnight I got the call I needed. My uncle was alive, unharmed and unscathed. He said they were all evacuated and had to walk miles and miles away from the building. I didn't care how far he had to go, I was just glad that he was ok. That day is forever etched in my mind and every year since then I call him and his wife and tell them how grateful I am that they are still here. I pray for everyone who was affected by this tragedy, whether they had a loved one who was injured, killed or was just so disturbed by this.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was a Senior is high school in Baltimore, and during my chorus class the principal came over the loud speaker with the news about the first tower. We all turned on the tv and watched with horror as the second tower was hit. I instantly felt scared because we have a World Trade Ctr building in downtown Baltimore and I wasn't sure if we were going to have an attack on us. As the news continued that's when the fear got worse for me. The Pentagon was hit. I screamed and broke down and rushed to a phone to call my grandmother. My uncle and his 8month pregnant wife worked there. As I trembled dialing her number and I heard the fear in her voice as she said hello, I asked her repeatedly where was my uncle and his wife? She said my aunt was at the doctor's but she has been trying to call my uncle ever since she heard the news and no response. Everyone in class tried to calm me but there was no calm that could have come. My family needed him. His wife needed him. They let us out of school early and I cried the entire way home. Baltimore was completely shut down. No busses were running, businesses were closed. Everyone was forced to go home and watch the horror that had come to us. Phone lines were tied up for hours, no one could contact their loved ones. Over 12hrs I watched the coverage and continuously called my uncle's phone and got no response. My aunt was frantic and no one could, or even still can for that matter, understand what was happening and why. Finally around midnight I got the call I needed. My uncle was alive, unharmed and unscathed. He said they were all evacuated and had to walk miles and miles away from the building. I didn't care how far he had to go, I was just glad that he was ok. That day is forever etched in my mind and every year since then I call him and his wife and tell them how grateful I am that they are still here. I pray for everyone who was affected by this tragedy, whether they had a loved one who was injured, killed or was just so disturbed by this.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was a Senior is high school in Baltimore, and during my chorus class the principal came over the loud speaker with the news about the first tower. We all turned on the tv and watched with horror as the second tower was hit. I instantly felt scared because we have a World Trade Ctr building in downtown Baltimore and I wasn't sure if we were going to have an attack on us. As the news continued that's when the fear got worse for me. The Pentagon was hit. I screamed and broke down and rushed to a phone to call my grandmother. My uncle and his 8month pregnant wife worked there. As I trembled dialing her number and I heard the fear in her voice as she said hello, I asked her repeatedly where was my uncle and his wife? She said my aunt was at the doctor's but she has been trying to call my uncle ever since she heard the news and no response. Everyone in class tried to calm me but there was no calm that could have come. My family needed him. His wife needed him. They let us out of school early and I cried the entire way home. Baltimore was completely shut down. No busses were running, businesses were closed. Everyone was forced to go home and watch the horror that had come to us. Phone lines were tied up for hours, no one could contact their loved ones. Over 12hrs I watched the coverage and continuously called my uncle's phone and got no response. My aunt was frantic and no one could, or even still can for that matter, understand what was happening and why. Finally around midnight I got the call I needed. My uncle was alive, unharmed and unscathed. He said they were all evacuated and had to walk miles and miles away from the building. I didn't care how far he had to go, I was just glad that he was ok. That day is forever etched in my mind and every year since then I call him and his wife and tell them how grateful I am that they are still here. I pray for everyone who was affected by this tragedy, whether they had a loved one who was injured, killed or was just so disturbed by this.

I can remember like it was yesterday. I was living in Hawai’i enjoying my last time with my friends before I was to fly to the mainland and start Army Basic Combat Training. I remember coming home going to bed with the t.v on and then waking up to see the burning towers. Thinking it was a movie on TNT I turn the channel and to my horror there it is again. So I turn the channel once more an realize it wasn’t a movie or a joke. We were under attack and I now had a very big decision to make. I remember one of my best friends calling me asking if this means I’m going to war. I tell her I doubt it that I haven’t even left for basic training yet. The she asks the million dollar question. “Are you still going to go?”…. It took a whole week for my recruiter to get in contact with me. Finally he did. At first he tried the whole you still have to go regardless. But I guess he forgot that my mother used to be in the Army and that my Step-father was in the Army. I knew I didn’t have to go anywhere. Once we got that established, I asked for a day to think about it. I thought long and hard about it too. The next day my recruiter called back to ask if I had made my decision. I told him I had and that I would still be joining the Army. He told me that he would be by hopefully the next week to pick me up, since there were no planes flying in or out of Hawai’i at this time. The next week came, he picked me up September 18, 2001. I went to MEPS, swore in again. The next day Septemeber 19, 2001 I was on a plane to Fort Leonard Wood, Missourri to start my Basic Training. Here I am 10 years later still serving this great country we call the United states of America. I am proud to be an American Soldier, fighting for our freedom and the American way of life. I am proud to have served a combat tour in Iraq. I am proud to continue to fight this war on terrorism so that when my 7 year old grows to be a productive and successfull young man that he will not have to fight. To all who have lost a loved one on 9/11, to those who have lost loved ones in the fight on terrorism, and to those of my fellow Soldiers, Airmen, Sailors, Marines, and Coast Guardmen I salute you and I wll continue to fight by your side and keep you and your family in my prayers. GOD Bless!!!!!

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