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#2098 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
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I think this was a very bad day for a lot of people
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Lee | 12 | Virginia
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#2094 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
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I was in my social studies class learning about the war. Our coach came in our room and told us about it. i did not know what he was talking about. When I got home that night i saw the news. They played it over and over.
My grand pa told me what the world trade center was, but I knew where it was.
The pentagon was hit I think I was in social studies class. My mom told me the other schools let there parents take them home.
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Brandon | 12 | Virginia
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#2092 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
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My name is Zaire Briley. I was at work when I saw the plane crash into the world trade center on the news. I was in New york when it happened. I was in great shock. When I came home I saw many people with candles.
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Zaire | 12 | Virginia
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#1983 | Tuesday, September 10th 2002
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I was getting up and ready for work when I check my email and saw the headlines thinking that the first plane was a mistake by the time I turned on the TV and found out that the Pentagon and the other Tower was hit I knew this was something serious. Tuesday was my day off from classes and all I did was getting non-stop updates and trying to find out how my family member were and if any of them went into the city (NYC) since some work in NYC. When I heard the towers go down I immediatly thought of the command centers that were set up in the buildings. I personally knew a few who gave thier lives for their job and wish that people realized that police, firefighters, EMS and even lifeguards put thier lives on the line everyday to protect people cause it's thier job.
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Carlos | 20 | Virginia
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#1975 | Tuesday, September 10th 2002
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I woke up sick with a high fever that morning at 6 a.m. and decided to call in sick at 7. I slept for a couple hours, waking up at 9:11 a.m. (this is true - I couldn't believe the significance of the time when I realized it later) I turned the TV on to try to wake up enough to get breakfast when I saw the coverage of the attack on the first tower. Because of my fever, I couldn't make any sense of what I saw. Then I saw the live coverage of the second attack. By that time I was wide awake and horrified. The large number of lives lost sickened me. When I saw the towers begin to collapse and realized hundreds more had died, I was almost numb with horror.
I stayed glued to the screen for the next hour. Just when I was about to get up to get breakfast, the announcement was made that there was an attack on the Pentagon and possibly the White House. I only live about 70 miles southwest of D.C. and know several people who commute to work there daily from my area. The realization that this could involve someone I knew began to hit me and felt like someone had punched me in my stomach.
I didn't realize the worst was yet to come. When the towers began to collapse and reporters said there were countless rescue workers and police killed in the line of duty, I had to fight back tears. I am almost in tears while typing this.
I never got up from the TV except for brief trips to the bathroom or for medicine until after my husband came home from teaching at the local community college. I felt less afraid with him home, and finally turned off the news at 2 that afternoon.
On my way to work every day, I pass by the National Guard Armory in Winchester. When I returned to work on the 12th, I saw tanks and barb wire surrounding the building. I think that's when the full enormity of what happened hit me and I knew we really were at war. I don't think I felt truly safe until the barricades were finally removed weeks later.
For the next several weeks, I was extremely nervous when I heard the roar of an airplane overhead and my head would jerk up in an attempt to identify what kind of plane it was. If I could tell it was a National Guard plane, I felt better but often the plane was too far away for me to tell.
One year later, I still feel a hole in my heart because of the deaths of my fellow Americans. The only way I know to honor them is to remember them in ways like this. May they live on in our hearts.
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Karen | 53 | Virginia
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