Where were you during 9/11/2001?

I was at Young Harris College in the north GA mountains (yes, they actually have mountains there), and had just gotten out of my 8:00am history class at 9:00. I was just getting back to my dorm room when my roommate came back stuttering something about "they blew up the embassy". I looked at him like he was retarded. Well, he kind of was. I think he smoked himself that way on the funny stuff. We flipped on the little 19" CRT TV and watched it over the air. The rest is history. A lot's changed in 11 years for me. Quite a lot. But I will never forget where I was, or how I got here.

Was on the morning go all that week for the C-130 flight simulator at Little Rock AFB for Initial Qual.
Figured I would head out, take a long nap and celebrate my birthday that night with a few friends.
Walked out of the simulator, and saw some instructor had drug a TV in the hallway with some people around it. My flying partner that week, the instructor and I walked over and saw the second plane hit. From the school house side, things were very quiet the next few days. From the ops side, things started happening fast (although I wasn't involved).
Next several years: OEF-P, OEF and OIF.

Watching the news that morning, waiting for an update on Ed McCaffrey, he had broken his leg the night before on Monday night football.

While getting ready for work, heard the news reports of a hijacking. Watched the first plane hit, watched in disbelief assuming it to be an accident. Then the second plane hit and I knew that terrorists had declared war on the United States.

Went to work, and watched the news, not much getting done, horrific. That day all that could be done was to pray for the victims and their families.

I was in the San Jose airport trying to board a flight back to Nashville when they basically shut everything down, lots of confusion, the girl behind the counter told me it was a bomb threat or something and they were holding everything. I watched on the TV at Starbucks the airplanes hitting the Towers. Ended up being stuck in San Jose the rest of the week while the FAA and airlines got it together enough to get the planes flying again. Several people I knew were in NY and worked or had offices in that area, some were lost.

On my way to work. I had just got off duty at 7am, and I had a part time job at an auto parts store (discount was great for my Mustang project) I heard it on the radio and due to the station in Vegas (goofy morning show) I was convinced it was a prank of some kind similar to War or the Worlds (HG Wells radio broadcast folks believed was real in case your not aware). It was only after I got to work and everyone was huddled around a TV that I realized it was real, still seems a bit surreal to this day.

I was in India on a businsess trip. Came back from the factory only to turn on the TV to watch the second airplane hit. Needless to say, I cancelled my business dinner that night. That very morning, India time, I had found out I was going to be a father for the first time. Very mixed feelings for this date. Took a while to get back to the States, but I was lucky enough to get out of India right away on British Air. I spent my downtime in London, which is a million times better than New Dehli.

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Originally Posted by Rucker61

I was in India on a businsess trip. Came back from the factory only to turn on the TV to watch the second airplane hit. Needless to say, I cancelled my business dinner that night. That very morning, India time, I had found out I was going to be a father for the first time. Very mixed feelings for this date. Took a while to get back to the States, but I was lucky enough to get out of India right away on British Air. I spent my downtime in London, which is a million times better than New Dehli.

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I feel the pain there, my grandparents were vacationing in Greece that day, they were supposed to fly back on the 14th but instead didn't fly back for another 5 days. They always said that was a very scary time to be out of the country- even if it was a moderately friendly/safe place.

Like the song said. I was driving down some cold interstate. Got into Sioux Falls late that day and stopped at a Famous Dave'd BBQ for supper and the regulars there were talking WWIII and discussing what they could do on the home front to help out the men in uniform. A very patriotic group up there.

Off the last of three mid-shifts, sitting in a cafe on Havana just north of Mississippi having breakfast. The waitresses were around a small TV crying, watching the aftermath of the first hit. Just as I was walking out, I got a call from work telling us to be prepared. After that, rushed home, packed, waited, watched, eventually slept.

Louisiana, wife and I had the day off together with my one year old son. Went to a local coffee shop to enjoy the morning. Bunch of familiar local faces huddled around a radio, "a plane flew into the World Trade Tower, a jet liner." Stunned, got our coffee and went home. Tuned in and watched 2nd plane fly into tower, and both towers fall on live T.V. Then wondering for half the day whether my step-son's Dad was O.K. working at the pentagon.