Where were you?
I had worked a 12 hour night shift the night prior and was at home asleep. Woke up to the phone ringing around 11am. The next several days were a blur, especially at work. Our world changed that morning. God bless all that were lost that day, with a special prayer for the first responders.
I was at work, my daughter was living in DC at the time and could see the Pentagon from her apartment balcony.
I could go on in detail about that day..and the many days, weeks and months afterwards. I can reflect on that day and being down there...the sights and sounds and the countless friends and and people I knew that at that time were missing or MIA and later learned to not have survived. It seems so long ago...but today at the exact moment the first plane had hit the WTC and the service began..it seemed like it was yesterday.
RIP and never forget.
one of the toughest things to live through was the lack of cell phone service when the towers fell.it was a while before we were able to contact friends and coworkers to see if they were okay. and some never responded.
Since my commute takes me from Long Island to New Jersey, across two bridges, I've told my wife not to worry if things go to hell in a hand basket. I wouldn't even attempt to get home in that sort of situation. I really should really keep some extra stuff at work, but I don't.
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Never forget. But never hate. The terrorists won a shameful victory that day if we allow the memory of that day to control our lives. If we go about hating and fearing the whole world because of what they did, they've destroyed what we used to be.