9/11

wow what a powerful topic. I feel as though our country was united for only a short while. It is sad to see that 10 years later, our country is once again so incredibly divided that both major parties in the white house are acting like children.

Well honestly, my memory of that day has started to fade. I was in the 5th grade and I didn't really understand what was going on. But now that I'm older I have a new outlook. My boyfriend of 6 years is in the Marine Corps, and I stand here everyday watching him fight for our country. Freedom truly isn't free. Every time I see an American flag waving, I am reminded of his and MANY other men and women's sacrifices.

"I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free. And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me. And I'll gladly stand up next you and defend her still today, 'cause there ain't no doubt I love this land. God bless the USA!"

I was in the Air Force at Scott AFB Illinois and watched the second plane hit live on screens at USTRANSCOM.

I'm from Ireland, now a US citizen (was in process during 9/11) and I cried.

That's when I realized that while I was born Irish, I was as American or more than most here. It had a profound impact on my future.

I was 6 months pregnant with our first child. I was horrified and so extremely sad.

I remember that day like it was just a few days ago. At first I didn't understand what was going on, when the first plane hit i thought it was just a freak accident and then i heard about the others. That's the day that everything CLOSED! I remember going to starbucks and they were closed due to what happened in NYC, that's when I knew we were in trouble. And I remember going to work and getting sick to my stomach watching the news replay over and over again the planes crashing into the WTC.

I wanna say THANK YOU to all the miltary people that are serving our country!

I was in 4th grade. I remember all the teachers crying and calling people. Then they turned on the news and it showed one of the planes crashing into the towers. I remember all the boys saying, "Cool!" because they didn't know what was going on, just that there was a lot of fire. I remember the look of absolute pain in my teacher's eyes, and I started bawling because I knew it was something awful. My mom came and got us from school early that day. My memory from then on of that year is pretty foggy. I do know that for a little while, we were the UNITED States of America. Everyone grieved together, cried together, and mourned together. Now we only stand united in remembrance of that day.

I can remeber the day like it was yesterday. I was in the 7th grade and I happened to be in the main office because I got into trouble for something. the radio happend to be on when the planes hit the towers. I remeber the look on the secertaries faces and even though I didnt know what was going on, I knew it was bad really bad. My mom picked up from school early and she had been crying your eyes.

I was nine. My mum was in New York on holiday (we are Kiwis). Got the biggest scare to turn on the tv before school to see the news cast and know mum was staying nearby. Thankfully she rang before I had to go to school to let us know she was ok. School was weird that week - mostly we did fun activities and any kids feeling traumatized were taken out of class and got to talk to the counsellor and watch movies.

I recently made friends with a firefighter who lost friends and family who were also firefighters on 9/11 and while I'm usually not a person who is at a loss for words I didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone who lost several loved ones on such a horrific day?

That was such a terrible day. I remember being at work watching what was streaming on the interent until my boss sent us home because he was so upset by the news.

I was a freshman in college, sitting in English class when the professor walked into the class room and told us when the first plane hit the WTC, that his son worked there and class was cancelled. I didn't realize the kind of horror that happened until i seen the 2nd plane hit the second tower. I remember walking aorund for days, just crying thinking about how many people died that day and feeling grateful that me and my family were safe. I still get tears in my eyes thinking about that day. Wow.. 10 years already.. a day I, like many, will NEVER forget. God bless our troops!

I remember waking up to the radio alarm clock, it was some sports thing my husband likes to listen to. I was drifting back off when they mentioned a plane hitting on the Twin Towers. My husband and I were suddenly awake. At first we thought we had misheard them and it was probably *just* the anniversary of the first attack because the sport talk had continued. When they came back on to talk more about the Tower and there was no more sports talk we knew it was time to turn on the TV. I went to work that day and some of the women in the accounting department were watching the news coverage on some weird non-network channel which was showing very graphic footage of people leaping from the Towers. I will never forget that one of these women was laughing at the people falling. Everyone else was horrified, but she seemed to honestly find it funny that people would do that. She never stopped laughing at them even when her co-workers got mad at her. She steadfastedly believed it was funny. It was horrible and I gotta say when she was laid off four months later NO ONE cared. I'll never stop wondering what happened to that women and I'll never stop wondering if the horror of what she found amusing ever dawned on her.

I had taken my dad to a Dr's appt and we watched it on tv in the office. He was a WWII vet.

After then 2nd plane hit, and we realized it was an attack, my dad looked at me and said: "well, I guess I'll have to re-enlist."

He was 82.

24 graduates of my high school were killed and some family members barely escaped. I was burning angry for years. I am calmer now.

I had taken my dad to a Dr's appt and we watched it on tv in the office. He was a WWII vet.

After then 2nd plane hit, and we realized it was an attack, my dad looked at me and said: "well, I guess I'll have to re-enlist."

He was 82.

Of all of these posts, this one made me cry. Bless his heart!

What I remember of that day is that I woke up and just didn't feel right. I was visiting a friend, and needed to head home to go to class, but instead I tried to go back to sleep since I didn't feel well. I couldn't sleep, so I tooka shower and headed home. On my way home, I had the radio on and they were talking about it saying things like, "The worst tragedy" and "HUGE loss of life" and "NY will never be the same" etc. I listened for about 20 minutes before they finally said what had happened! I didn't have a cell phone so I couldn't call anyone to find out. I drove the entire hour and a half home, terrified more was coming. I live near a nuclear plant, and local news was saying that was a definite target. Everyone got sent home from school, the entire downtown closed. My roommate and I sat in silence for days, glued to the tv.

Shock, Disbelief and wishing I was there to help! Wondering if anyone I knew was lost when the Towers fell; None were thank God! Just a feeling of helplessness. I grew up visiting the World Trade Center. I can remember leaning against them and looking upward. The buildings swayed in the wind and you could see them move; it was cool! Being on the observation deck was awesome; had a poster of the view in my room growing up!

Most of all, I felt helpless! But we must carry on!