Where were you when.........

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Where were you when.........
Fri, 09-12-2003 - 7:48am
I know this is a day late, but I honestly couldn't find a tribute that seemed quite 'right'. But tonight, as I cruzed the cl board I happened upon this.....


It's more than a tribute to September 11th, it's a tribute to everyone who has ever shared a memory.



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Fri, 09-12-2003 - 10:14am
Candes -- On 9/11/01, I had an IEP meeting for Christopher at 8 a.m. The team was in the counseling room hashing out stuff for the year and we finally wrapped things up at about 9:20 a.m. I went to the school office to sign out, and the staff were all watching the office TV in stunned shock. It seemed absolutely unreal.

I got in my car to drive to work and listened to the radio the whole way there in shock. At the office, our mailroom had the TV on, and employees were allowed to come and watch as they wanted. No one worked that day. We just listened to our radios or stood together watching the television.


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Fri, 09-12-2003 - 10:52am
My husband had just come home after working the night-shift, and he was helping me get the kids ready for school. That day, for whatever reason, he decided to drive us all (normally he would have just put our son on the bus and I would have driven our daughter to preschool). It was an absolutely beautiful day, and we took a leisurely way home. As we walked thru the door, we realized we'd forgotten to turn of the television. I could hear the announcers on the 'Today' show talking, rather in a panic. We went in, and were just in shock. Both towers had already been hit, and the confusion was still sinking in with people. Sitting down, in a haze, we couldn't tear ourselves away. As soon as the phrase "terrorism" was said, I went cold -- my hubby is Navy, so where do we stand right now? Then, around 9:45 while Katie Couric was talking to Jim Miklaszewski at the Pentagon, the building was hit. I remember watching his camera shake and the look on his face.....and I knew what had happened. I dug myself deeper into hubby's chest, not wanting to hear the inevitable - our Pentagon had been attacked.

But, at 10:20, my heart absolutely stopped. Flight 93 had just crashed into a field in Pennsylvania. A field that was only about 45mins from my parents house, and a situation where I absolutely knew that my dad, being head of his county Emergency Response team (in a neighboring county), would be on stand-by for, and most likely be AT by the end of the day. I cried. Alot. I tried and tried and tried to call and get thru to my mother in PA, but given the fact that planes were now down here in NY and there in PA, saying that the phone lines were jammed in quite the understatement. I finally got thru to her, and heard that dad was fine, but was in fact standing by. (I came to find out about a month later, once my parents came up to visit and I was able to see and hold my dad, that the 911 call that was made by that flight was actually received by the center that he works in.....it was all that close to my hometown.)

We just sat there and watched, not knowing what to do about anything. I feared that my husband would be called back to sea duty (right now, we're on shore duty, which means no boats), but I supported him 120% if he did have to leave. But I just couldn't get past the fears of all those personally, whole-heartedly involved. The losses still stick with me, but I do al so see the joys and the blessings that are still here, growing stronger every day since.

I wrote a piece about all of this and the impact of it on our children -- and how they are the ones with the innocence, strength and power that can pull us all thru this. "The World of a Child"



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Fri, 09-12-2003 - 11:55am
I was an Army brat. I lived in W. Germany and around training grounds and airfields my entire young life. I had grown up living with the thought of terrorism in the back of my head. We had emergency plans and bomb threats at our schools. If war erupted, I had a sense of what the plan would be. We had to live with a sense of awareness of being possible targets.

I recall the shock and horror I felt when a plane came crashing through the spectators at the Ramstein airbase in 1988. I don't know if anyone stateside would recall 70 people killed, hundreds injured. So many children there to watch the planes! I still have no idea if it ever made the news stateside. In 1982, W. Germany, I remember walking home with my mom one day and seeing a Chinook helicopter and waving at the people inside. Later we learned that very helicopter crashed not moments later. I was 10 years old at the time, feeling strange knowing we were probably among the last to see those people alive. The city of Mannheim had requested two Chinooks to drop paratroopers to help celebrate the city's 375th anniversary, but 46 people lost their lives instead. Also, in 1988, there was Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland, 259 people. I was living in Germany, still, knowing that I would also be flying over that exact route on my way home to the states. I know the feeling of how excited and eager and relieved those people were to see the United States again after years of living away from their homes. If you've ever even been on vacation and were glad to see your home, then you can imagine the energy on those homeward bound planes after years of serving abroad. I recall being a child and the entire plane of soldiers and families erupting in joy and applause at seeing a Pampers commercial the pilot so kindly knew we would be happy to see. Can you believe you would ever miss commericals? I always think of that feeling the entire plane has and it gets me everytime when I think how all that joy was gone in seconds.

I started walking down memory lane and I got long-winded! Those were all terrible awful events that shocked me, but 9-11 was different. It was as unreal as if I was watching space aliens landing and attacking America's hometown. It was that stunning and terrifying. I was at home getting kids ready for school on 9-11-01. An ordinary day of motivating the kids to eat, brush their hair, etc. I had the Today show on as background like I usually do. I recall the confused vibe when people on tv were trying to report that a plane had flown into the first tower. Wow, was that horrific. It did not dawn on me the magnitude of what was happening until the Pentagon was hit. That was the moment I knew we were being assaulted, I was just confused before. I woke up my dh, who had been asleep for only an hour or two from working nightshift. He later said he thought I was making it up or trying to make some kind of joke. (Like in our 13 years I had ever woke him up to play a trick on him!)

I guess those terrorists gave us a hell of a sucker punch, but they don't know just how much we love our freedom. We have something to fight and live for and it unites us. Right or wrong, at least we have those choices to make and that's worth keeping.

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Fri, 09-12-2003 - 6:39pm
I remember Ramstein. I was stationed in Iceland at the time. I was also the ID tech on duty the night Pan Am 103 crashed. The plane never made it to our airspace but we had its flight plans and a "ghost" plane crossed the screen where an actual plane should have been (the ID tech before me had just entered the flight plans so a marker crosses the screen where the plane should be). I have to say that was eerie watching that "ghost" blip move across the screen. But nothing was eerier than 9-11. I was dropping my son off at preschool and started home in the car, radio on. I couldn't believe it. They said we were being attacked and that a plane hit one of the twin towers and they had reports of another hijacking, people were calling loved ones saying their plane had been taken over. It was horrible and very hard to believe what I was hearing. I almost turned around and got my son because I wanted him to be with me. All those people who died that day didn't get to go home to their families and immediately I wanted mine with me. I didn't turn around because I knew a disruption to my son's routine would be worse for him and wouldn't help the situation any. But I felt ill, upset, angry, confused, you name it, for a very long time. One of the most unsettling things for where I was, was the fact that there were NO commercial planes in the sky, just an eerie emptiness. In fact the only thing flying was the military and you could hear the jets circling in their flight patterns. I was wondering, among a million other things, what is this going to mean for us? Is our sense of security gone?

I was pleased, though, to see the way Americans rallied around and are supporting each other and our troops. We will not accept terrorism or even the fear of terrorism.



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Fri, 09-12-2003 - 9:53pm
9-11 I dropped my kids off at school and headed into work. I can see my youngest son's school from my office building (just half a block away). When I entered the building the secretary yelled, "We've been bombed!" I asked her to say it again and she did then proceeded to tell me that the Pentagon was bombed. I called my husband and he didn't know anything about what was going on. They had the TV on in the day treatment facility so I watched a bit and realized it was planes and not bombs like she had thought. I immediately called both of my son's school to see if they would be letting out since a lot of public places were closing and our city is of some significance to terrorists. They were not letting school out.

I wanted to watch and I was stunned but I am a counselor and had to work and therefore had to place what happened away for the day. I saw people one on one that day then lead group therapy in the afternoon where I counseled adolescents. I let them choose the topic of the group and what occurred was what they wanted to talk about. In the evening I watched with my family.

I remember going through the day thinking, "Is this the beginning of the end?" I was in a daze especially after I got home and watched more of it on the TV.

That's my story on 9-11


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Mon, 09-15-2003 - 1:50am
I will never forget that day. My husband was a SAHD at the time, and I was working. I drove to work listening to New York Dolls and Sublime (on CD). I haven't been able to listen to that New York Dolls CD since . . . "one nuclear bomb, they're gonna blow it all away . . . ." -- those words just stick in my mind. It was only recently I FINALLY listened to part of the Sublime disc I had been listening to that day.

I pulled into work, having heard zero, happy as a clam, a day like any other day -- and as I pulled into the parking lot, a colleague was getting out of her car and she looked white as a sheet and said to me "Did you hear? They knocked down the World Trade Center and the Pentagon." She told me about the hijacked planes. I was sick. I thought, OMG they hit the Pentagon, this is World War III for sure. I got in the building and called DH. It was the first he heard of it. When I told him the buildings that were hit, he said, "They're going for icons."

I asked one of the psychiatrists at work -- he's not known for being very emotional -- and he said with a smile, "We've just had our heads messed with, big time." I asked him what he thought might be a future target, and he said "Disneyland." I didn't think that sounded right and asked him why. He said "Because it's a place people go to be happy and feel safe." I still didn't think he was right -- of course later we all found out they WERE interested in Disneyland.

I was a MESS for two solid weeks after that; I had nightmares about running from invading Arabs, and when I looked at my toddler daughter, I saw her wounded, dirty, frightened, hungry, her clothes torn, her face burned. When I got in my car and turned the ignition, I couldn't shake the thought that my car might be wired to blow up. I kept telling myself "Silly. The Arabs don't care about YOU! Why would they bother to blow up little you?" I had to go away for a weekend in October for work and I very nearly didn't go -- as it was I got in BIG TROUBLE for showing up Saturday morning instead of Friday night when I was supposed to be there. Well I wanted to be with my family, not with the folks from work, if we were all going to die. That's honestly how I felt.

Anyway, it was a VERY, VERY hard time for me. Thank you for acknowledging what we all went through that day, and what we've been going through ever since.

By the way, I realize that not all Arabs, and not all Muslims, want to kill us all, and I don't mean to offend.


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Tue, 09-16-2003 - 10:32am
I was in a skyscraper in Times Square, trying to figure out which of my friends had been in time for the FIX conference (my field of specialty) on 104 of WT1.

The answer didn't come for weeks: 3

I still can't really talk about it.



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