zarkarin

I was visiting a friend of mine in Phoenix, Arizona ( i live in Los Angeles )

My friend, Mattie, woke me up when the first plane hit, and since i wasnt ready to get up yet, i dismissed it (noone knew it was terrorism yet) then a second plane crashed and she woke me up again, so i came downstairs with her and we turned on CNN. The next 12 hours were spent planted there in our PJs in absolute shock.

I was scheduled to fly home the next day (yea well, that didnt happen) I called my best friend in california, ray. Ray said as soon as he gets home from work he'll take a shower and drive out to get me (being about 6 hours away)

He arrived at 11pm, spent the night, and him and i left the following day around noon.

I found out when i got home that my dads closest friend, for over 20 years, died in the fall of the towers

Not a super special story, but you get the idea, lets hear yours

MarzMartini

Rolling out of bed right as my friend called to alert me.

The next 10 hours at work was one of the most sobering and quiet days ever. I had to travel to another site during the day, and everyone was very quiet and still in shock.

The most ironic thing though...

On Sept 10th, a site wide memo went out about a new morning procedure (flag salute). I still have the memo at my desk.

Dartaignon

At work, no doubt flaming someone on this very board.

Osgiliath666

Just got home from work and starting my first day of vacaction at my new job. Turned on Fox News like I always do to watch the breakin gnews then Live the rest of the day including the live shot of the second plane going into the second tower. Sat in disbelief the whole day.

giena

At work, I think we were still recovering from the Nimda virus at that point. I was going through a spreadsheet and browsing MSNBC for news when I saw the breaking news flash.

Then I stayed in my boss' office for the next few hours while we watched the news coverage on his tv.

Man, that was a sucky day.

Boneskin

was in class at the time and i think we got out early. then went to the student life center with a bunch of students and watched CNN. Poor kid sitting next to me was of Middle Eastern decent.

Lahle

I was still in bed. My dad called me and told me to turn on the TV. I didn't right at first so he told me what was happening. It was like I couldn't register it in my head. It didnt make sense to me at all till I turned on the TV. I watched TV till I couldn't take anymore.

zoritsa

I had just gotten my son off to school and turned on the news when the first tower was hit.My husband called me to verify if it was true when the second plane hit and hung up to look for someone with a t.v..

The news was on for many hours that day and night(except when my son was in the room,at 8,I wanted to keep the visuals to a small minimum) and my husband was home from work early because no one was certain that Chicago was safe.

Prezto

I was sick with the flu so I didn't go into work that morning. I rolled out of bed after some Nyquil and other flu meds and turned on the big screen in the living room. I called my wife and asked her when the hell she ordered Cinemax. I honestly thought it was another "Die Hard" movie. I was waiting for Bruce Willis to pop out and scream "Yippie-Kai-Yay motherfuckers!!". That didn't happen.

My wife explained the situation to me and I immediately called a co-worker of mine at work. She (who was from NYC and would eventually lose a brother in the WTC disaster) was bawling. I told her to calm down and she told me they were evacuating the office as we were located across from the Federal Building in Dallas.

The second I hung up the phone the second plane plowed into "Tower II". Maybe it was the flu. Maybe it was the sense of emotion. Could have been a little of both. I went to the bathroom and threw up.

Willgatus Airslasher

I was reading in one of the few open classrooms in my high school before classes started (around 7:30 AM PST) when the teacher turned on the radio. I expected Beethoven; I heard what at first appeared to be a "War of the Worlds" type hoax of a broadcast. I shrugged it off, buzzed through another dozen pages of Crichton, and headed to class.

Most of my English class was seated already. A shoddy TV displayed something that at first seemed like something that could have only been conceived by the twisted imagination of Tom Clancy. Both the broadcast and the classroom reeked of panic.

After about twenty minutes, the sheer magnitude of the attack had sunk in. Everyone who had friends or relatives in New York was going to pieces. Rumors flew about, striking fear with the thought of another dozen planes unaccounted for in US airspace. It was probably the scariest ordeal I've been through since the Northridge quake.

By the end of the school day, I calmed down a bit. I logged onto EQ, as was my norm/custom/addiction back then. Everything beyond that is a blur....