At home in the shower getting ready for work.
I was on the way to work, listening to the radio when I heard it. I burst into
tears, my heart twisted in pain for all those people. I pulled off the side of
the road for a minute and cried, then, still crying, continued on my way to
work. It was then that the last verse of the National Anthem came into my head.
I had never tried to memorize it, yet I knew it. With that came the knowledge
that my then 14 year old son would put on a uniform and serve his country. I
kept that knowledge to myself, not wanting to influence his choice. (He joined
the military shortly after his 19th birthday and is in uniform today.)O thus be it ever when free-men shall standBetween their lov'd home and
the war's desolation;Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued
landPraise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!Then
conquer we must, when our cause it is just,And this be our motto: In God
is our trust!
Watching it on TV at home, and thinking this. There is little in the Islamic
society that would encourage the rest of the world to believe they are peaceful.
In most places they refuse to assimilate to any extent, instead living in
conclaves and mostly closed communities and many of their mosques are used to
preach hate against Israel and America and recruit jihadists. A Muslim speaking
publicly against the violence of Islam is an anomaly. The United States is
fighting on three fronts as I write this piece, all against Muslim forces.
There are continuous attempts to kill Americans in public places with explosive
devices, all set by Muslims. There are ships being captured and people being
killed off the coast of Africa all by Muslim pirates. There are rockets being
lobbed into Israel into neighborhoods of family people, all being done by
Muslims. There have been videotaped beheadings; terrorist attacks around the
world, kidnappings and torture all done in the name of Islam. If this is not
true Islam, then it seem to me that the Muslims who practice true Islam should
separate themselves from the hijackers. Islam "IS NOT" a peaceful
religion.That's my view.
I was flying to work that day. It is something I will never forget.
Getting ready for work. I was a school teacher. It was very hard to teach that
day. I wanted to shelter my 9 and 10 year old students. Did my best to reassure
them that they were safe during the next few days. Some worried that an airplane
would crash into our school. Scary times.
I was at work. It was shortly after 6 AM. We were working on a special
project, I had gone in early. As people started arriving, they were talking
about an airplane crashed into the World Trade Center. I thought it was a
small, private, inexperienced pilot who made a mistake. Then as the
day progressed, the horror stories started coming in. I was desperately trying
to get any news on my computer, but couldn't get through. I did get bits and
pieces of the burning buildings and audio, especially when the announcer said:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the World Trades Center is no more" I couldn't stop crying, and because I was working in a federal installation,
the whole place was put on lockdown. Finally, someone got hold of a TV set and
we watched the unfolding events. I worked close to the ocean, and saw
battleships patrolling the area and the military was on full alert. It was a horrible, unimaginable day. The United States of America was under
attack and I knew that our lifestyle would never be the same. We
must never forget that horrible day and never let it happen again
My wife and I were just married, living in some student apartments in Provo
during my junior year at BYU. I remember getting a phone call from a buddy in
Idaho telling me to turn on Fox News. By the time I had turned on the TV, the
first plane had already hit the first tower. Everything else we saw was live
and to this day, remains the most disturbing live footage of events I've ever
seen. Campus was crazy that day. A lot of students in tears. Classes only
consisted of professors briefing us on the situation, watching the news and
allowing the students to talk about what was going on. I think most of us
stayed glued to our TV sets watching the news for the next several weeks. I
remember telling my wife that this would be a new part of world history and that
our children would study it in school and that it would be known as one of the
biggest travesties our nation has ever faced. Who would've known that as a
result of 9-11, we'd still have soldiers in the middle east, even today?
I was doing the news on a local radio station. We generally do not do national
news events, because we are strictly local and it's a one man operation. That
morning, as usual, I had one of the national networks on TV with the sound down
and went with the story based on what I saw on television. Just before 9 am
local time I watched the first tower go down and even though it took awhile for
the network guys to realize what had happened, since the view was obstructed by
the other tower, I knew exactly what had happened and had to report the
development live on the radio station. Later that morning my wife and I went to
our oldest grandson's school to have lunch with him for "Grandparents'
Day". The third graders had not been told of the event and the adults
didn't say a word about it during the meal. It was very surreal. That afternoon
I was at our city hall and watched long lines of motorists buying gas at the
station across the street. I had the sense that life in this country was going
to change dramatically.
I was at work in a small law office in Center (Shelby County) Texas. One of my
colleagues told me that a jet had hit one of the towers. We all went into the
conference room and watched the television. We saw the second jet hit the other
tower.We did not accomplish much the rest of the day. When work was
over, Sister McLendon and I donated blood.I am a US Navy veteran. I
was 48 at the time. I wrote a letter to the local Navy recruiter describing
myself and offering my services.
Sitting in a dental chair having a crown cemented in... Heard somebody come into
the front office telling the receptionist in a panicked voice to turn on the
radio, which came over the muzak speakers into the treatment rooms. Will always
have the image of the dentist's eyes getting huge above his mask as his eyebrows
went higher and higher and his brow began to sweat. The following Sunday,
we had the Primary lead the congregation in singing and "My Country's
Flag." and "Gordon B. Hinckley: Constant as the North Star." It
was an awesome, healing moment and so good for the children to see that they
really could do something to help the adults by sharing these messages of
patriotism and hope.Another image that stands out is Dan Rather on the
first Letterman show after the attacks. The usually stone-faced Rather choked up
as he pointed out that the verse if America the Beautiful that says, "Thine
alabaster cities gleam, undimmed by human tears" can never be sung with the
same meaning again.
My husband and I had been following the Mormon Pioneer trail from Nauvoo. We
were tracing the steps of my ancestors who had been driven from Nauvoo. We are
at Independence Rock in "Wyoming" and had not had the car radio on,
however, when my husband asked someone why they were so sad, they told us what
had happened, and we then turned on our radio and listened as we drove. As we
visited Martin's Cove, our thoughts were no longer with my ancestors, but with
the many people who had lost their lives, that day in New York City.
I was in the Boston Temple as I was driving there I saw a plane leaving Logan
Airport and had a bad feeling. I didn't learn of what happened until 4:30 that
afternoon when the people we were going to get a ride home from arrived. At that
time the temple was expecting people not to come - well they came and the temple
was very busy. When we got home a little after eleven that night the first thing
we did was turn on the tv and saw the video of the terrors of the day. I was sad
and ticked. It's hard to believe that people can be so mean and evil. But what I
can't understand is why there was a camera already set up to capture both planes
going into the towers? I can see capturing the second on tape but not the first.
I should also note that the sunset the night before looked
"evil" - not normal for the northeast. Even then I had a feeling that
there was something bad about to happen.
I was alone in the Honduran Rain Forest, with the sweet people I was serving as
a volunteer Medical Doctor. I heard nothing of it during the day. At night fall,
some children lead me to the only home that had a short wave radio, and there
received almost no details. Over the next few days, bits and pieces of
information filter in thru this one man and his short way radio, as I was
preparing to leave for the US. One friend thru and interpreter begged
me to stay with them where I would be safe. Please stay with us, since we have
nothing the muslims would want to bomb. I that time I understood the
safety of isolation.
I was watching the morning news show Good Morning America. then they quickly
showed the first tower...my heart ached, i cried aloud...then BOOMMMMMM went the
next jet into the south tower. i screamed so loud my husband came running into
the living room. we cried for those whom were on the flight and the towers. we
listened and watched....could not take our eyes off the screen could not hear
enough about the situation. i called a friend who has a sister that lives about
10 blocks from the towers. she didn't know so she called her sister...her sister
saw the second jet hit and felt the pressure. after watching the news and
hearing about the pentagon and the brave passengers of the jet that went down in
a field my eternal sweet heart and i had prayer...praying for all involved. my
heart still aches. this week is a week of remembering the brave !
I was in the air on the way to indonesia, and only found out what had happened
when I arrived at my hotel just past midnight my time. My experience was
completely and totally different than 98 percent of most Americans. I was stuck
over in the region for a week while flights waited to resume. On my return
flight, I flew first class where the lady working that section was personal
friends with crew of one of the United flights. Upon returning home, I learned
one of my buddies who worked with my at Oracle at the time lost his life in the
United flight that crashed in PA.... and that his voice was the one on all those
phone recordings later played back.It was deeply personal because of
the people I knew and lost, and yet different because of the deep caring and
hospitality of the muslim community that hosted my while I was stranded in their
part of the world.
I was at work that day. I was planning what I was going to do that night seeing
that 9-11 is my birthday. I took it hard, but realized that I cannot let those
people ruin what is good to me. I was not going to let them win by terrorizing
me to not appreciate my birthday. I sorrow and shed tears each year for those
who died needlessly and for those who died serving their fellow men. May God
continue to bless and care for those families and the United States.
I was in still in living in SLC at the time and driving to work when they
announced on the radio that a plane had struck one of the trade towers.When I got to work the news was on in the conference room, by noon we knew of
both towers falling.It was a surreal day, phones not ringing at
work, the internet impossible to connect. There were lots of tears during the
day. Downtown SLC that night was empty and still. I remember driving up Main
by the Conference Center to get home. There was nobody on the streets. The sky
was a beautiful clear blue, but no planes out of the airport.
I'll be glad when september 12 gets here just like any other disaster I can
only listen to so much of it. example Hurricane Katrina after awhile I got tired
of seeing it on T.V and Im already getting tired of hearing 9/11 its the same
thing over and over and over
Where was I on 9/11? Is a very heart felt experience. I had just returned from
the care center where my mother passed away. She was always early for
appointments. She died at 2am. I felt she passed away then before their was a
crowd. She also liked to help others in need. So she left this life to help
those behind her. That morning before the tragedy I had also just called
my son on a mission in Switzerland and a daughter on a mission in Ireland to
tell them their grandmother had died.I couldn't go back to sleep. So I got
ready to go to work for a training, when it was announced an aircraft had
exploded into the World Trade Center. I was numbed my mother's passing and then
the tragedy. I went to the training, so numb. I thought it was all a dream. But
it was real. I will never forget where I was on this horrible day.
I sat down to watch after the first plane crashed, and knew when the second one
crashed that it was not an accident. I listened on a portable radio as I went
for my morning walk to the fall of the towers and the crash into the Pentagon,
passing cars whose drivers met my eyes and mirrored the horror I felt. And when
I heard of the plane that crashed in PA, I knew those people had given their
lives to thwart the terrorists' goal with that plane.I kept thinking
of how those who were murdered were welcomed by God and His angels into heaven,
and how the heavens wept over the men who had done this terrible thing to their
fellow humans. What a terrible thing it is when people think they can justify
evil by claiming that God wanted it done. I suspect the terrorists
were very surprised when they found out what was really waiting for them after
I was getting the in-home day care ready when a story came on about the 2nd
Amendment. I phoned in a comment just before 6:30AM. Fifteen minutes later was
the first report of a plane hitting one of the towers and I turned on the TV.
When I saw the clear blue sky the possibility of an attack lept to the top
possibilities. I woke up my daughter but she (hopefully was too tired to think)
wasn't bothered and didn't want to be bothered by it. The radio reporter was
talking to someone when suddenly another plane went into the second tower. I was
in another room with a broom and got back to the TV to see red flames in a blue
sky.Rememeber the Nephites. We should not just seek revenge. We should
seek peace and security. Also when I think of what is said about Islam I
remember Johnson's Army.That being said I am not thinking we should ALLOW
bad to happen. There is a point, a bloody red point between allowing blood to be
spilt and excessively spilling it. I can't think of any way to express the
concept more nicely.
I had just been released from the hospital and was lying on the couch resting
when my son called me and told me to turn the TV on. I was shocked at what I
saw. Since I was recuperating so I was able to watch all that was going on all
day, the horrible scenes, the chaos. It's a day that I'll never forget.
My friend and I had gone for a run and we came back and left for class. There
was an eerie feeling as we walked through campus to class, just to see a class
cancelled sign on the door. We made our way to the student union and just
stared at the TV in utter shock at what had happened. When I
arrived at work, I was given explicit instructions to not speak to the kids
about the events. They had so many questions and concerns and the only answer I
could give them, was talk to your parents when you go home. We spent the day
reassuring our young kids that everything would be ok.
On September 11, 2001, I was in upstate New York, having been in Manhattan two
days earlier. As the events unfolded, I could only listen to the radio as I
drove from Rochester to Syracuse. Along the way, I stopped at the Joseph Smith
farm in Palmyra and visited the Sacred Grove. It was a sacred place to be on
that day. So, can anyone please explain to my why the Deseret News censor
rejected my earlier post, in which I simply said, "in the Sacred
Grove." Please tell me why that comment was considered inappropriate by the
DNews censor. It was the truth. A response from the DNews would be appreciated.
I remember sleeping in my bedroom with the television blaring loud. My sister
was busy doing the laundry at the time. I asked why the television was on so
loud. She told me that an airplane had just crashed in the first World Trade
Center. I was thinking it was not such a big deal until I looked at it on the
television and realized of how much real it was. That it was scary that this
type of thing was to happen. The night before I went to the library
to read a book and happens that I read a book about bullies. That bully starts
out small with asking for lunch money from another kid and then from there it
escalates to countries fighting other countries. Little did I realize this was
going to happen the next day.
At the time, I was a 13 year old freshman in high school. It was only the second
week of school and I was still trying to get used to everything. I was sitting
in history class when the principal came over the loudspeaker to announce that a
plane had crashed into the WTC. You could feel the whole school go silent.
Between classes, hardly anyone said a word. But you could hear and see the tears
coming from several individuals, both student and teacher alike.Next
was English class, but that too got inturrupted by the principal over the
loudspeaker. I remember closing my eyes and thinking "no, not again".
You could see the fear in everyone's eyes. That day every TV in the school was
turned to the news stations. We gathered anywhere we could; the cafeteria, the
library, the gym.I was watching from the library when the towers
collapsed. I could feel my whole body shake as I prayed for my friends'
families. The student council quickly organized a candlelight vigil for later
that week. Never before, or since, have I seen my friends, my acquaintances, and
my enemies come together and push our differences aside.
I had flown into San Antonio on a business trip on the 10th. When I came into
the hotel lobby the morning of the 11th the TV was showing the buildings on
fire. It took a few minutes to learn what had happened and I remember a feeling
of dis-belief and thinking "how could this have happened with all the
security pre-cautions in place". I was stuck in San Antonio until Friday
evening when I caught the 3rd flight out of that airport.
@USA ...probably because just saying "in the Sacred Grove" sounded
made up, or smart alecky, who knows. But now that you reposted with a more
complete and believable explanation, voila, no rejection. No biggie.I was a truck driver at the time, delivering foodservice locally. Between
deliveries, I stopped in at the western ware shop to check on some shoes that I
had dropped off for repair. There was only the manager and one other customer
glued to the small TV set up above near the cash register area. I stayed
beyond the second tower being hit and then the towers collapsing. Needless to
say, I became way behind on the rest of my deliveries, but nobody really cared.
Our whole town was in a daze.The event also put a damper on my day
because my #2 son's fourth birthday was that day. We did our best to put on a
happy face. He will 14 next week of course, and is somewhere between
embarrassed and proud that 9/11 is his birthday. Even at age four he had
"army boy" leanings. I wonder if he still feels that way and will
We were living in California at the time and one of my daughters friends called
my cell phone and told me to hurry and turn the TV on. I turned on Good Morning
America and in less than 10 seconds I saw the 2nd plane hit the south tower. It
I had just gotten my kids out the door for school and was in the bathroom when I
overheard the news-broadcast on the bedroom television. I thought I couldn't be
hearing it right... I waddled to the bed and heaved my very pregnant belly onto
the bed in front of the TV. It was total chaos. The news casters didn't seem to
know what was going on and were speculating. I was in complete confusion until
the second plane was seen and smashed into the side of the second tower. I was
horrified as the people ran screaming past the cameras covered in debris. I kept
wondering how this could have possibly happened? Who could do such a thing and
why? I suddenly stopped and looked down at my belly, stroked my baby
gently and thought "what kind of world are you coming to?" I worried
for all my children, my husband and wished we could be together.Baby
Rachel was born just two weeks later. 9/11/2001 is certainly a day I will never
forget as long as I live.
I was on the computer trying to see what the Stock Market was doing that Tuesday
and see if it would have been better if I had waited one more day to liquidate
100% of my stocks (which I did the day before) for about $72k (loss of about
$3k).The Friday before, I was trying to sell some of my stocks so I
could have funds to purchase others at a good price. Well, all my stocks (as
most stocks did that day), just kept going down, down, down, for no apparent
reason! Finally, at market close time, I sat there wondering what was causing
this bear market and what I should do, I felt the words "Sell everything,
things will get a lot worse before they get any better". The feeling was
overwhelming and I knew what I had to do next Monday, even if I had to take a
substantial loss. I immediately related this experience with my wife and she
totally agreed, so on Monday, I had a definate goal to accomplish. In the
morning, I attempted to find a peak, but none could be found - Market Sell
orders until all was gone by 11:30EDT.