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It has been 10 years since the September 11th terrorist attacks, which changed the world and our lives forever.  Share your memories of that day.  

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a new beginning

Posted by Siemers, David J at Sep 07, 2011 09:59 AM
September 11 2001 seemed like one of those perfect days in Wisconsin. A perfectly clear sky, a hint of crispness from Fall in the air, and the kind of hazy quiet that descends on the state after school starts up again. I was in my first full week of teaching at UW Oshkosh and at about 8:15 AM I got in my car to head to work. The radio was tuned to a music station, but strangely there was news on--news of the attacks. I got about two blocks and turned around and went home to watch coverage on TV. When I met my Intro. American Politics and Government class the next day I said that in the last time between our last meeting and this the world had changed. Just how it had changed we did not precisely know. But one of the things I said in a special forum scheduled later that week with hundreds of students in attendance was that we would now become like Israel--obsessed with security at airports, asked to be constantly aware and vigilant, and likely to be engaged in preemptive military action. There's a lot more to say about 9-11 and its aftermath, but perhaps I should stop and if you are interested you should take a class in Political Science...

David Siemers

What will their future be?

Posted by Vande Zande, Carleen M. at Sep 07, 2011 10:22 AM
The morning of 9-11 I was driving in rural WI on my way to Oakfield Elementary School to meet with the principal about professional development programs. When I arrived, the administrative team ushered me into the main office and showed me the news on the TV. We all wondered how we would share this tragedy with very young children who recently saw their own town destroyed by a tornado. How would little minds even put this all together? After much conversation and a word of prayer, we decided to get on the PA and announce there was a bad event in NY and DC and we wanted everyone to say the Pledge of Allegiance so the people far away could hear it. It was very powerful to hear the little voices saying those very strong words of commitment to this nation, a nation they were learning about in their safe schoolrooms in rural Wisconsin. I knew the world had changed for them that morning and that they probably would not remember anything different. But we had hope as we listened to the words "and liberty and justice for all." Their voices still echo in my mind and they inspire me to this day to educate all about our civic responsibility.

The Memory is Still Painful

Posted by watts at Sep 07, 2011 04:23 PM
I had just come home from a walk on that exceptionally beautiful morning. While making breakfast, I flipped on the radio, and heard something about an explosion at the World Trade Center. It didn't register for a few minutes, but when it did, I ran up to the bedroom and turned on the TV. I was stunned to see the smoke coming out of the first tower, and not even a minute later, I saw the second plane hit the other tower on live TV. I barely moved for several hours as I watched the events unfold. All I could think about was, what about the people inside? I can't think about it even now without feeling the tears sting my eyes. I didn't know any of the victims. I don't even know anyone who knew any of the victims. And yet it is still the saddest day of my life.

from 110th St., New York City

Posted by Eichler-Levine, Jodi R. at Sep 08, 2011 11:04 AM
On September 11, 2001, I was getting ready for my second week of graduate school at Columbia University in New York City. Feeding the cat. My (future) husband called me on his cell phone, saying a plane had gone into the World Trade Center. He had just missed the last train downtown. The cable was momentarily out. I learned that the towers had fallen on the radio, lacing up my running shoes just in case, feeling like it was World War II.

It's almost impossible to write about these memories, sitting here in my office in Swart, looking at a bright crisp blue day in Wisconsin. I wrote a lot at the time. On 9/11 in new york city, it felt a bit like the world had ended-- the bells of the Cathedral of St John the Divine, which we could see from our apartment, tolling over and over. New Yorkers in our neighborhood crowding the hospital to donate blood, then buying bagels in shock because it turned out no blood was needed. As New York experiences that day go, we were lucky. We smelled the smoke; my husband lost co-workers; but the closest friends we though might be gone were ok in the end. They had slept in, or escaped.

A few days after 9/11, I took the bus to my parents' home in New Jersey to celebrate the Jewish new year. There's a point where the buses come out of the Lincoln Tunnel and climb a ramp with a stunning view of the New York sykline. Days after the attacks, the whole bus turned in silence and watched the skyline, still smoking.

New Yorkers of my generation, born after the towers were built, had never known a skyline without them. They were how you knew, via plane, train, or automobile, that you were almost home, like a beacon. I mourned then and I mourn know for the brokenness of the world. Two days after the attacks, I attended a seminar on wisdom literature in the Hebrew Bible. The professor, who was as shaken as the rest of us, said that the existential tension of ancient wisdom lit-- that we are always on the knife edge, just a breath away from death-- had been made real for all of us that week. Ten years later, still somehow breathing, I try to embrace the fact that we are also always a breath away from continued life.

ten years

Posted by Nguyen, T. Kim at Sep 08, 2011 11:08 AM
I was at Southern Illinois University that day to install some software when the computer administrator told me there was news of an attack on the WTC. I remembered that in the 30s there had been an airplane crash into the Empire State Building (!) so I thought this was just a hoax, but he didn't think so. And so we learned that it had indeed happened.

I ended up stuck in Carbondale for the rest of the week, since we didn't know how long planes would be grounded, and my wife made plans to drive down to get me home. Gas prices shot up that day in Carbondale - and some months later the people who tried to jack up those prices had to face the law.

A company I had worked for had offices at the top of one of the towers. Had I decided to work there, I would probably not be here to write this. I didn't know anyone who worked in that office, but a friend of mine watch one tower collapse from his apartment not far away.

On the Friday when I was able to fly home, there was just one other passenger on the plane.

I wish the US had taken a different course in its reaction to these attacks. Internally, citizens and residents have lost a lot of legal protections. Externally, we have forgotten the lessons of Vietnam, and of the British experience in the Middle East.

A Part Of Your Life

Posted by Hren, John C. at Sep 08, 2011 11:11 AM
I had to meet an appliance repairman at my house that day. As I was leaving someone told me that two planes had hit the World Trade Centers. I always listen to talk radio, and as I got in my vehicle and started driving home, the news anchors were talking about terrorism. Just before I arrived at my house, a correspondant who was giving an update from the Pentagon reported hearing a loud explosion and that he didn't know what caused it. Turns out it was a plane hitting that building. I called my parents when I got home since my wife was at work. While talking with my Father, I watched the first and then the second WTC buildings fall. It was all kind of unreal like I was watching a movie.

A lot has happened to my family and I over the last 10 years but yet it seems like Sept. 11th happened yesterday. Every time I see a picture of New York or the Pentagon I think of that day. It has really woven itself into the fabric of my life.

Hitting Close to Home

Posted by Brown, Steve J at Sep 08, 2011 11:24 AM
9-11-01 is the day I lost one of my best friends. Dave Laychak was a civilian working for the Department of the Army. He had been transferred back to the Pentagon only a few months prior to the 9-11 attacks after spending approximately 10 years in Arizona. Dave left behind a wife and two children.

Dave and I were roommates and teammates in college. In fact, we played the same position in football. He was a fun-loving guy who always had a smile on his face. It was infectious. You couldn't help but laugh and smile when you were around him. Dave was more than just a friend, he was more like a brother. I spend many vacation break periods with his family in Virginia as I was usually unable to make it home to my family in Wisconsin. His family was my extended family.

As the years passed, we stood up in each others' weddings. We could go for periods of time without talking, but we could always pick up right where we left off - as great friends.

9-11 and the months that followed were difficult times. His death was not confirmed for two days. It was extremely hard for me not knowing if he had survived or not. I cannot imagine how is wife, Laurie, his children, or his family could have felt. I cried for weeks when seeing images of the attacks. The scenes were horrific to begin with, but having a close friend as one of the victims really hit home. Dave's funeral was not held until November of 2001. I held up pretty well until I saw his high school football uniform and pictures from college. All at once the emotions of the great times we shared on and off the football field, and knowing that we would never share time together swelled up inside me.

Today, Laurie is re-married. His son, Zach is in college, and his daughter Jennifer is in high school. I think of Dave often, and 9-11 anniversaries are emotional. It's hard to believe it's been ten years. Sunday will be very tough, but I will always remember what a great friend I had and how lucky I am to have had Dave in my life.

Love you, Bucko!

Hitting Close to Home

Posted by middln95 at Sep 08, 2011 12:29 PM
I'm really sorry to hear about your friend

Hitting Close to Home

Posted by Brown, Steve J at Sep 09, 2011 08:15 AM
Thank you. I appreciate it.

Hitting Close to Home

Posted by lewana96 at Sep 10, 2011 01:06 PM
I am extremely sorry, I couldn't imagine being in your situation! God bless you!

What 9/11 meant to a 5th Grader

Posted by Frederick, Austin M at Sep 08, 2011 11:30 AM
If there is any day from my past that is clear, it would have to be September 11, 2001. I was just starting my 5th grade year at Faith Lutheran School near Markesan, Wisconsin. It seemed like any other day. I remember waking up to the dismal sound of my alarm clock and having ceral for breakfast. It seemed like an ordinary day. School started at 8 o'clock. By then the first building had already been hit. Though no one, at least the students, had any idea what was going on. I remember Miss Ohlmann asking us to take out our Math books, as that was the first subject we started with in the Morning. I distinctly remember the Princpial Hay come running into the room and saying to Miss Ohlmann," The World Trade Center was hit by a plane." Then he returned to his class room. I had no idea what was going on. Up until that time I had no idea of what the World Trade Center was or where is was for that matter. A few minutes passed and and Principal Hay came running back again and said, " The second building has just been hit! I don't think this is an accident." That is when the news of this tradegy had reached my ears. The rest of the day went on like any other day. I don't think I truly understood the impact that this event truly had. It wasn't until school was done that the events that had occured started to scare me. My brother Adam had picked my little sister and I up from school that day. I remember him telling me how thousands of people had died and that terrorists were believed to have hijacked the planes. He had heard more attacks might happen and that there was the possablity of war. I remember thinking of how anyone could do this to our country? Who would kill innocent people? The news was the only thing I watched for the next couple days. The part that really got to me was seeing the people hurl themselves out the windows to escape the heat of the burning buildings. I couldn't help but cry. I can say that even though I was young, it didn't take long for me to understand the magnitude of what was happening. It didn't matter if you were young or old, September 11, 2001 had an impact on you.

What 9/11 meant to a 5th Grader

Posted by Stahl, Erin L at Sep 08, 2011 07:31 PM
Austin, as someone who was an adult when this happened, I can tell you that it truly changed how secure we felt. Before these attacks things like that only happened in far away places. I had been a military spouse for many years, and lived in Europe, so I had learned to be leery overseas (the military always had threat levels over there), but that such a thing could happen on our own soil was beyond my comprehension. To this day I'm a bit nervous when I hear an airplane flying low, or an unexpected loud noise. It is as if the veils were removed from the eyes of my generation that day.

A New Beginning

Posted by wormac67 at Sep 08, 2011 11:38 AM
When the attacks first occurred, I was just one of many students going to my local middle school. Even though I was only 8 at the time, the tragic events that happened that day seem like they happened only yesterday. I remember hearing about the first plane that hit, and I couldn't understand how something like that could happen. When the second one hit, all I could think was maybe there was some kind of computer tracking error, but that seemed very unlikely. Later that day I saw the towers fall on the news, and heard that other planes had crashed in other important areas and that it was a potential terrorist attack. Being so young, I couldn't understand why anyone would do that, but as I grew up, I began to understand what events had really taken place and why. Much has gone on in the past ten years with the war on terror, but the really remarkable thing is what's going on now at ground zero. Pretty soon that land will hold memorials, a massive museum, and brand new world trade center buildings. All of this progress shows how a country that was once plagued with horror could rise up and rebuild to create something even better than before. In the wake of everything that happened, we as Americans stood up and showed that we will never be defeated by anyone. I'm so thankful for everyone who has contributed to the new projects, and God bless those lives lost and affected by the events that took place ten years ago. God bless America!


Posted by Hamilton, Madison at Sep 08, 2011 11:46 AM
On Spetember 11, 2001, I was a fifth grader anxiously waiting for the bell to ring to let me out of music class. I was excited to be home and see my baby brother, but the wait was going to be a longer wait than I had anticipated. Class was almost over when we all started to notice the teachers trying to contain the commotion that was entering the school. The phones were ringing off the hook, and everyone began to whisper. After about 20 minutes or so, my teacher let us know that the Twin Towers had been hit. To a bunch of fifth graders, this was both extrememly alarming and entirely too confusing to understand. We all sat quietly while teachers gathered in other rooms and parents began flooding in to pick up their children. It was a terrible event in American history. That cannot be argued. However, the attack was meant to change America. And it did. It made America more patriotic and more unified. It brought out the heroes of our nation. In trying to take us down, the terrorist attacks of 9/11 only made our country stronger.


Posted by Escher, Diane M at Sep 08, 2011 11:48 AM
I stopped to get gas on my way to work for a meeting when I heard on the radio about a plane hitting one of the World Towers. I remember thinking, what a shame people died on a gorgeous Fall day, and thinking it was an accident with a small plane. Halfway through our meeting, the receptionist came in to tell us to turn on the TV, and that's when we heard about terrorists attacking everywhere, it seemed, and we were absolutely stunned.
I was obsessed with watching the footage for about a day and then realized that this only promoted more fear. All too soon, we could see that this group fear that gripped our nation led to curtailing many of our freedoms until now we are spied on constantly by business and many government entities, in the guise of keeping us safe, or doing what is best for us. In a way, I believe the terrorists did win alot more than destruction of a few buildings and 2,700+ lives of people from all over the world that had come to America and New York searching for their dreams. We allowed them to corrupt the very foundation of this country; freedom for everyone, and a right to privacy in your own home. Just listen to so many people who are always saying "I'm so afraid of.....".

Can't believe it's been ten years..

Posted by Maxwell, Spencer K at Sep 08, 2011 11:56 AM
I remember that it was during recess, i was only 9 but that day was forever ingrained into my mind. All the kids were upset because the teachers had come outside during the middle of recess and had told us to come inside. We had no idea about what just happened. I remember walking into my class room and seeing the TV turned on, which was weird enough because the teachers never had the TV on and i didn't care about what was on it because it was just the news. The teachers stood there in deep thought or they were mumbling among themselves. I turned back to the TV just in time to see the second airplane crash into the second tower on live TV, a deep silence draped over the entire room. Some teachers were even crying. Being 9 i didn't understand the whole thing. I wasn't till i got home that i learned my bother-in-law had been in the Pentagon at the time the third hijacked plane crashed into it. It took us hours to find out if he was even alive, which, thank the sky, he was. Even today, seeing those images on TV or the news gives me goosebumps and i will never be able to forget the picture of the second airplane crashing into the second tower. I can still see it replaying in my head. Though its been ten years i feel like 9/11 will seem like an event that just happened yesterday. We will never forget this day.

American ignorance.

Posted by Roberts, Tod at Sep 08, 2011 12:14 PM
9/11 was the day democracy died in America. It was a day that typified and magnified just how gullible the American sheeple are. Our government had been warned by just about every security agency in the world about this attack before hand and not only did nothing about it but stood down and let it happen. All in an attempt to drive this country further to the right and use fear to take our freedoms away. Our response was not to try to understand why someone hated us so much they would die to try to tell us something but to use it as an excuse to invade other countries to steal their oil. We should be ashamed for our ignorance and arrogance.

Shock and Awe

Posted by middln95 at Sep 08, 2011 12:25 PM
When the first plane hit the tower I was still in bed. My mom called me from work and asked me if I was watching the news. I said I was still in bed and she said I needed to get up. When I tuned into the news there it was, images of the plane hitting the first tower. I was horrified. My hand came to up to my mouth and my eyes started to well up with tears. Those people...their families. Then the second one hit and eventually the towers fell. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. So many questions were running through my head. How could this have happened? Am I going to be deployed now? When and where to? I remember it like it happened yesterday. Eventually I was deployed; both state-side and overseas.

Shock and Awe

Posted by Brown, Steve J at Sep 09, 2011 08:23 AM
Thank you for your service.

Sept 11 2001

Posted by Buchholz, Christin M at Sep 08, 2011 12:26 PM
I was in algebra class woking on a music compostition that i had started that morning before school started. I dedicated the music to those who died and thoes still fighting for our freedom and the U.S.A.

God save us!


That Day in September

Posted by Brun, Cynthia L at Sep 08, 2011 12:27 PM
I began my day as usual, getting my girls ready for school and daycare; my husband dropped one at daycare and I the oldest to school. On my way to work at the hospital,I was remembering my uncle, who had passed in January, as Sept. 11 was his birthday. I got to my office and was getting ready for class. The students started arriving and asked if I had heard about the events in New York. I hadn't heard yet, so we turned on the TV and watched the second plane hit the second tower and heard about the Pentagon. It seemed so surreal. Instead of conducting my usual class that morning, we left the TV to watch the events. I took this opportunity to turn this terrible event into a learning discussion about what roles my students could play in the response to this situation as we watched the emergency personnel and chaos that ensued.

I often think about and am reminded about the impact this terrible event has had on our lives. Today, as I continue to work with Emergency Personnel,this topic has not been tucked away, it still seems fresh in our memories as we continue to be prepared for what the future may bring.

Hard Times

Posted by Richie, Matthew J at Sep 08, 2011 12:39 PM
On the morning of september 11th I was recovering from the news of my parent's divorce. It felt as though my life was over and that all I knew up until then was a lie. I went to school and all the teachers were extra nice to me, as if they knew of the unfortunate news I was carrying. It was sunny, warm, clear day. Everything seemed to be going swell. I had begin to forget or at least block out the pain of parent's failed marriage. When lunch time came we were required to go back to our homeroom instead of the usual ten or fifteen minutes of recess we were usually allotted. The day went on as if nothing had happened. I dreaded going home that day because I knew what was waiting for me at the doorstep. A broken home with a sobbing woman and two younger brothers who I had to take care of now. Instead I came home to a fractured country. We learned there had been an attack on American soil and many people had died. All the sudden, and as selfish as it may sound, my problems did not seem so bad. I felt like a child for thinking my parents divorce was such a tragedy. Men, women, and children had lost their families and lives that day. It was a relief in a way but in many ways I felt that I was even more lost. The whole world was collapsing around me and my fractured family. Days went by and things began looking more normal, while still being irrevocably different. However, as things settled and mass media went back to its regularly scheduled programming, there was a burst of hope and unity. It felt like all of the sudden people had woken up, dried their tears, and decided that we could make it through this, we had to make it through this. I will never forget September 11 2001, because it helped me put my life in perspective and know that no matter how large problems may seem, Americans have the unique ability to roll up their sleeves, get the hands dirty and their best to restore our way of life.


Posted by Napier, Aaron J at Sep 08, 2011 12:42 PM
I was 10 years old and in the 5th grade. The main emotion I remember is a mixture of confusion and unease. I was in school and my teacher didn't stop class to talk about what happened. However, word of a hijacking quickly spread. At the time I didn't even know what the word 'hijack' meant. All I knew was that something significant has happened. This is where my confusion stemmed from, it seemed everyone knew about the hijacking yet no one seemed shocked or taken aback by the situation, class went on as normal. When I got home the television was on and I saw planes crashing into buildings. At this point I didn't know what to feel, I was shocked and overwhelmed. It wasn't until days later that I realized loved ones to thousands of families had lost their lives and the tragedy of the situation hit me. When I look back in retrospect, I think the apathy that I perceived from others was a combination of the teachers' unwillingness to explain the situation to 10 year olds and the lack of understanding of the situation by my fellow classmates.

Could not Believe IT

Posted by Magno, Rebecca L. at Sep 08, 2011 12:53 PM
Sometimes I feel it was still like yesterday and can't believe is going on ten years already. I had been to the world trade centers when I was a little girl (we have it on video). And then my senior year in high school we went to ground zero. Just unbelievable all the feelings that were brought up and how much I felt for all those people. I can remember like it was yesterday. Sitting in my history class just starting my freshman year in high school. I just sat there thinking to myself this can't be happening what kind of people would want to hurt so many innocent people.

An anxious student on campus......

Posted by Shors, Teri at Sep 08, 2011 01:21 PM
The morning of Sept. 11, 2001, I was walking from the Halsey Science Center to Polk library. A distressed student ran up to me and asked me "is this World War III?" My mind raced, thinking that there was a generation of students on campus that had not lived through a major world war. They lived in a secure world which was shaken up. I could see the fear and concern in the students eyes.

After a decade

Posted by Huberty, Kerry at Sep 08, 2011 01:42 PM
I was out in my garden the morning of 9/11 enjoying the brilliant sunshine of an absolutely perfect day. When I left for work (university) it was 20 minutes before I turned on the radio and heard the unbelievable news; a plane had just hit the second tower. I had no idea what was happening for another five minutes until the reporter gave a summary.

My husband was at Camp Ripley in Minnesota, my cousin worked across the street from the Twin Towers and my brother was in Italy.

I arrived at my school, where my daughter was a freshman, and remember it as surreal. I saw a military fighter plane fly over the campus. People were surrounding a TV that had live coverage of the devastation; everyone was completely silent. I remember reaching out and squeezing the arm of a colleague whose son was in the Special Forces.

My daughter came over and we hugged and watched the coverage together. She said that this day would define her generation’s future and nothing would ever be the same. What a thought at the age of 18. I wondered if Pearl Harbor felt like this.

My husband was fine, the base was locked down so he could not come home. My brother was in Italy for a week due to the lack of commercial flights. My cousin caught the first ferry out of NYC; the captain did not survive the day. I still cannot watch the events of 10 years ago without deep emotion. So many people are gone and broken. Changes include fear and new sets of rules.

The memory is still clear

Posted by thomas02 at Sep 08, 2011 01:58 PM
Time has gone by so fast, but the memory is still clear of where I was that night (Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates) and the shock I was in. Thinking about 9/11 and it being 10 years ago and realizing I was only 12 years old, it’s amazing how I remember that night so clearly, I imagined I was lot older when it happened. I remember coming home from a conference with my family and one of dad's friends calling to tell us to turn on the TV. I remember watching CNN, they were showing the first plane crashed into one tower and as we were watching LIVE another plane crashed into the second tower. I remember standing shocked in my living room watching everything, not knowing why this is happening and even more shocking was watching the whole world trade center fall down like a pack of cards live on television. I remember asking my parents a lot of questions about why this is happening and them explaining it to me as best as they could. 10 years past and I still remember that night like it was yesterday. My condolences to all who lost their loved ones and may God give you strength as you cope with this memory. Also thank you to all who saved lives of many. God Bless America.

The Phone Call

Posted by Sitter, Barbara E at Sep 08, 2011 02:00 PM
It was my 55th birthday. I thought my oldest nephew was calling at 9:00a.m. or so to wish me a "Happy Birthday!" at work. But, no. He was calling to tell me, "Get to a TV. We're under attack." As employees gathered around the TV in Dempsey's 2nd floor lounge, there was a surreal quality to the assembly. We watched the WTC towers collapse. Could this really be happening? On U.S. soil? On that tragic morning, our world suddenly grew terribly smaller and our lives changed forever.

My Memory of September 11, 2001

Posted by Lindstrom, Haley A at Sep 08, 2011 02:37 PM
Ten years ago on this coming Sunday, I sat in my elementary art class beginning my morning of school. My fourth grade class sat in rows on a rug near the front of the classroom where our teacher gave us daily assignments. Word had just hit about the tragedy in NYC. Being the age we were, the stories heard on the news became warped and misunderstood. Talk traveled through the rows of my classmates. I remember sitting there confused, and scared; having no real meaning of what had just taken place in our country. I sat nearby a girl in my class, who to this day remains a good friend. It was her tenth birthday. Now as we look to celebrate her twentieth birthday on Sunday, we are reminded of that acts that took place in 2001. The devastation our country became burdened with has changed the lives of many. Let us take time to remember those who are no longer with us, those who dedicated their time to the cause, and to those who will be forever altered by the horrific events of September 11th.


Posted by anderm08 at Sep 08, 2011 03:48 PM
I remember being away from my family. I was in Dubuque, IA for a week long training session for my new position at work. I remember my alarm going off and hearing the radio speak of an airplane had hit one of the world trade towers in NYC. I immediately turned on the news and then called my wife upon seeing the television screen. She was still sleeping and didn't comprehend what I was trying to tell her. I remember we both sat on the phone until I had to get ready for work, just glued to the television and the phone.

Work was dreary and everyone stared at the televisions in the electronics department to keep up to date on what was happening. The store was so quiet, and no one was really working. I thought about driving home that day to be with my wife as I didn't want to be separated during this weird point in our lives. After all, she and my daughter were 5 hours away and all I wanted to do was hug them for security.

I remember being told to get gas as gas was going up all over the country. Gas was selling around $1.65 a gallon at the time and reports were that it was going up to over $3.00 or more per gallon by the end of the day. After work I waited in line to get gas as the attendants were all outside directing the flow of traffic to the pumps. Gas never did go up that day, or that week. I would take $3.00 per gallon these days.

Overall, I did not have relatives or friends involved with the attacks. No one died that I knew. My family was safe. My friends were safe. And yet, I still had a tear for those I didn't know. Those that were affected or those that I knew that had someone ripped from them.

At this point, I hope that discussing the attacks will help enlighten my children as to what happened and why. Our children having the knowledge of why will help them build our better future.

History in the making.

Posted by fished67 at Sep 08, 2011 06:06 PM
On Sept 11 2001 I was in my art survey class my Jr. year of high school. Right during the middle of the class a teacher from across the hall came over and told my teacher that his wife called and she said that a plane hit one of the towers. My teacher told the class what was going on and he turned on the TV and the whole class saw the first tower up in smoke. About ten minutes before class let out that is when the class and I saw the second plane hit. I just couldn't understand how is a pilot could fly a plane into a building. By the start of my second hour class is when the news started to report that it was a terrorist attack. In my life i never thought that i would see such horror, such fear , such anger, such death, and yet again such braveray to the men and women on that day to go and find the people reasponcble for this action.

Like i said in my headline this day will go down in history as one of the wrost attachs on american soil. GOD BLESS THOSE THAT DEFEND OUR LIVES!

My Description of 9/11/01

Posted by Koepp, William C at Sep 08, 2011 06:44 PM
I remember I was in 7th grade English class with Mr. Nelson. Mr. Kettola, my math teacher ran into the room and told my teacher to turn the tv on. And he refused, and told him to leave. But he insisted and what I saw I did not think to be that serious. So what any guy does naturally when they start to feel emotion and uncomfortable, they start to laugh and make jokes of everything. Yeah you guys all know you do it. I did not know how ill-advised my joking was this time. I did not know how serious this act of terrorism was at the moment. I look back and cannot believe how disgustingly stupid I was in emitting my reaction to my classmates, and most of all my teachers who actually understood what was going on. I remember how we went into another classroom with a bigger tv to watch with more of my peers. That teacher in that room gave me a scolding I will never forget. It helped me to realize how serious this situation was. My heart was in my throat for a good while after that. It stayed that way when I went home and gas stations were backed up at the pumps, the pumps were running out of gas, and then I see my mother. She is a little worry-wart as it is, and this just wrecked her. First of all, she had no money to fill the tanks and gas cans up with. A single mother of 5 boys and one disabled ex-husband in the picture, this was the end of the world to her. I love my mother and I admire her for the strength that she has used to carry herself and her family through life. Strength is typically not a woman's most affable trait, but she forced herself to be strong for my brothers and my dad and I. We made it through as a family. And the rest of America made it through together and more united than ever. It makes me sad to still see political bickering and greed at the very top. Bickering and greed are the only two things that have ever trickled down to affect the American people. The only thing is that the American people have not caught on I believe, they just get squashed by Washington's bickering and greed. America will continue on United through any crises we are in, and 9/11 is just the prime example of how united we Americans are.

10th anniversary of one of the most tragic events in history

Posted by hutht71 at Sep 08, 2011 07:18 PM
When 9/11 occurred, I had only been in 5th grade so I wasn't able to have a complete understanding of the event, but through the years I was able to understand it more and thinking about it just makes me really sad and so many emotions go through my head every time it's brought up or that an anniversary of it comes up. Even though it's been 10 years since the event happened, it still makes me sad for the people who lost their lives and to the people who lost loved ones that day because those people still suffer to this day even with the amount of time that has passed by. I couldn't ever imagine going through what all those people involved with 9/11 did. It would be incredibly emotional and a memory that would haunt you for the rest of your life because it's a type of experience you never forget and can get out of your head. I know that when it first happened I was still sad even with how young I was and I just remember going the whole day and week thinking about it alot and when I saw it all over T.V., I just couldn't believe something like that had happened and now that I have a better and more logical understanding of it, the feelings have advanced. I still to this day can't believe what happened that day and I think I'm going to feel that way for the rest of my life because it was one of the most tragic events to happen in history.

September 11, 2001

Posted by Stahl, Erin L at Sep 08, 2011 07:23 PM
On 9/11 I had just come home from walking my daughter to middle school, after working a night shift at the nursing home. A friend called and said, "turn on your t.v.". I think I remained glued to the television for the next three months, at least. Never, ever had I been more horrified than I was that day watching these events unfold. To me, the U.S. was no longer safe. Our bubble of isolation had burst. Today, ten years later, I still cry when I see those horrific images, and my heart breaks for those who died, and those who lost their loved ones. If I live to be one hundred, I will never forget that day, and the helplessness, terror and grief these attacks caused.

9/11 in the eyes of a 10 year old girl

Posted by Maertz, Rochelle M. at Sep 09, 2011 01:19 AM
On September, 11th, 2001 my world was forever changed. When news of the attack on the World Trade Center broke, I was on the playground at Butte Des Morts Elementary School in Menasha, Wi. It was somewhat hard to comprehend what was going on at the time. Why would someone do this since we were supposed to be the greatest country on Earth in everyone's eyes right? It just didn't make sense to me. The rest of the day was a complete blur as we all gathered around the tv in Mr. Haley's classroom to watch the horrific events unfold. I was pretty young when 9/11 happened but it definitely still had a profound impact on me. It made me realize for the first time how amazing and important my family is to me. As well as reminding me not to take any moment of my life for granted. Years later, as a Senior in high school, i had the opportunity to perform with my school choir at the chapel across from the World Trade Center. Visiting the site and seeing the progress and feeling the sould lost there that day 7 years prior was astonishing.September 11, 2001 is a day I will never ever forget for it taught me some of the most valuable lessons I have learned to date.

Grounded in Chicago

Posted by Grogan, Tom R. at Sep 09, 2011 09:26 AM
Boarding a plane bound from Chicago to Reagan National in DC, I overheard the news of the first plane crash. After being seated, news of the second plane then arrived. We were moved away from the gate but sat on the tarmac of roughly 3 hours. It took another 2 1/2 hours to retrieve the luggage.

It was truly surrealistic to be so close to the instrumentality of destruction while not actually being fully part of the situation. I opted to not scurry to watch the news or gain more information.

The long retrospect of history - even one decade - allows us to put that tragedy into the context of the complex entanglement that lead-up to the wars and the truly horrific cost of those wars on the entire planet. On thing is linked to another and through all of this the blind ignorance of hatred seems to fuel much of what we have all now experienced.

Thus, the tragedy of 9/11 is properly viewed as the "leading edge" of a disaster of death and destruction that continues to this very day. We thus mute our patriotism with a grounded sense of the interconnection of people from all nations, all faiths, and all aspirations for a future of health, prosperity and well-being.


Posted by Frederickson, Braden T at Sep 09, 2011 12:23 PM
I can still remember the morning of the attacks when I was, most likely, dozing off and thinking of unimportant things as a 7th grader. My teacher at the time, Mr. Schmidt, walked in and told us of the news. I couldn't really picture in my mind what was going on because I was unfamiliar with NYC and, more specifically, the 'Twin Towers', the Pentagon, and the field in PA. I remember driving home with my mom immediatly after school in dead silence. We passed the panicking drivers who felt it was necessary to get every ounce of fuel they could while the prices remained seemingly low. And that is what I remember of that tragic day: the overall uncertainty of our future. I got home and there has never in my life been a moment since then where I have felt the power of security from those you love most. For me it was my parents and sisters. I still have the newspapers from September the 12th in my closet at home. Hopefully when I look back in 50-60 years at those headlines, I can say that 9/11 was the worst attack I ever witnessed on this great country.

On the NYC Subway

Posted by Levine, Maccabee S at Sep 09, 2011 02:12 PM
The first time terrorists bombed the World Trade Center, I was in high school five blocks north of the towers, taking a make-up exam in bio class. We heard the sound of explosions, and everyone rushed to the windows to see what the noise was. Battery Park City was less developed in '93, so we had a good view of the smoke rising up from the WTC garage where the bomb had gone off. School ended early, and I took the subway home.

I was on my way to the subway again, eight years later, when our doorman Nathan told me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I smiled, said good morning and kept walking. I didn't really process what he was saying -- there was no idea that it was an attack, and a plane once hit the Empire State Building by accident. I walked the half-block to the subway, and the crowd wasn't too thick, meaning that I had probably only missed a train by a few minutes. But no train came, and people who streamed into the station were spreading gossip about another plane hitting the *other* tower as well, but it wasn't anything like reliable news, and sounded too ridiculous to be true. But after a half-hour of waiting, it was clear that no train was coming -- which made sense, since the #1 train went right under the WTC, and they would have been cautious to stop the line just in case.

So I left the station, planning to email that I couldn't make it into work, and went to vote. It was primary day, and just a block to the polling location, so what else was I going to do? The situation downtown still wasn't clear.

I called Jodi (see her post above), went home, and we spent the day following the news and waiting in line at the nearest hospital to give blood, along with hundreds of New Yorkers on line there and thousands across the city. They turned us away -- neither of us were O-neg, and they had so many offers that it's all they wanted. I called Sam, one of my best friends, who worked at the WTC -- fortunately he had not gotten to work yet either.

For the next several days, dust clouds covered the city. When my office at 11 Broadway, five blocks south of the WTC, finally reopened a few days later, there was dust on all of the tables and computers due to a few open windows. We had lost two co-workers in the towers, at a business meeting in Windows on the World, the restaurant at the very top. They had no way out. One, Eric, was a friend.

The #1 subway line reopened its section through the WTC just 11 months later, ahead of schedule. The stop that used to flow under the towers now was just a hastily-built tunnel, with partially open walls, offering a nice view of the empty pit where the towers should have been.

In the Eyes of a 5th Grader

Posted by lewana96 at Sep 10, 2011 01:03 PM
9/11/01.... all seems so crazy to me. If I could remember one main point in my childhood it would be that day. My mom had awaken me to get ready for school as she was getting ready for work. We came in the kitchen to get some breakfast and my mom turned on the news to see what the weather was like out, the first thing we saw was the trade center on fire I had asked my mom why was the building on fire and I remember the confusing look on my mother's face as she said "I'm not sure Ash." Then it happened... the second plane hit and my mom just sat down and started crying. I was still confused only being in 5th grade I didn't understand. I then asked my mom why a plane had went into the building could it have been a malfunction in the operation of a plane? She answered by saying, "I think so Ash." She knew exactly what was happening but didn't want to scare me before she sent me to school on the bus. When I arrived at school the teacher had the news on and was explaining what had happened we had a moment of silence over the loud speaker. Soon after that we all stood up and said the Pledge of Allegiance. It had sent the strongest message about this country to me! I also remember my friend sitting behind me in shock and saying that his grandpa worked in the trade center, I remember telling him that he would be ok. Later to find out the next day he wasn't in class and our teacher had to break the news to us that is grandpa didn't make it. When I came home from school that day my brother was home from college already and I just remembered moving him into his dorm for the first time a few days prior. That night I knew that something tragic had happened to this country that would change the world forever! I now research, read books,and watch movies in my free time about the day that changed the world.

Ghost images

Posted by Zempel, Kurt D at Sep 10, 2011 01:25 PM
My wife and I took our first "real" vacation after starting our family, flying out to New York with our 18-month-old son on the Wednesday before. That Thursday morning, we toured the Statue of Liberty, taking the obligatory pictures of ourselves in front of the Manhattan skyline. We enjoyed visiting my wife's aunt and family, saw Pete Sampras defeat Marat Safin in the quarterfinals of the US Open at Flushing Meadows, and had a great time.

Our return flight was planned for Monday afternoon, September 10th, but with thunderstorms moving through the area our flight was delayed. We weren't interested getting stuck at Newark Airport trying to corral an active toddler, and almost decided to wait to fly out Tuesday morning. But, it seemed at the last minute, the flight was rescheduled and we left for home.

Tuesday morning, driving to work, we first heard the news. We couldn't believe we were just there. We were humbled by how many of our friends and family called throughout the day to find out that we made it home safely.

Then we developed our pictures from the Statue of Liberty. There we are, grinning like idiots, in front of the World Trade Center. But because of the time of day and angle of the sunlight reflecting off the steel, the buildings seem to fade into the blue-gray sky background. Like ghosts. Still gives me chills to even think about those images.

Never Forget

Posted by Evers, Elishea L at Sep 11, 2011 09:56 AM
That morning of 9/11 is a day that will never be forgotten. I wish i could forget that morning cause it wouldn't hurt so bad. That morning I was with family because of a tragedy we experienced the day before. The day before 9/11 our family heard the words my brother, your son, your dad, is dead! He took his life the day before 9/11. I try to watch news clips, here the victims families of 9/11 and feel selfish for I cant watch without remembering that morning so vividly.

A regular day

Posted by Grandprey, Anthony C at Sep 11, 2011 10:43 AM
This day marks the anniversary of my generations Pearl Harbor. Like that day people were waking up to get ready for work. Sailors still talking about girls from the night before, and most of all there was no worries. Little did they and we know that at about the same time that planes were coming our way to change our world as we knew it. My thoughts on this day really do not matter though. A news reporter can sit down a celebrity and ask them their thoughts for ratings but that really doesn't matter. When I think of today and what matters most about it to me is that there is one less place at the dinner table to set. Daniel and Joseph Afflitto no loner have their dad to play catch with them in the yard, take them to their first baseball game, and tuck them in at night. So think of that when you go to work everyday. Think of that when you turn on the news and ask yourself why we're in Afghanistan. Because I thought of that when I made my mind to join the Marine Corps at 11 years old. I thought of that when I vowed to do everything I could to prevent another day where Jr says good bye to his parents for the last time without knowing it. Remember this day and remember what it really means. I will never forget

5th grade

Posted by Iradukunda, Ruth at Sep 11, 2011 11:15 AM
i remember we were having class like usual in my elementary school in angola, indiana when i'm not sure if the teacher got a phone call or if another teacher came in and said something to our teacher, but I remember she didnt even say a word. All she did was turn on the tv in our classroom that was always on CNN (i know this because we were always confused why elementary schoolers had to watch that channel when we would've rather watched disney or CN). Anyways, there it was, the first tower billowing smoke then as we kept watching, we witnessed the second plane hit the second tower. It was quite shocking and I think we were all confused as to what was happening. Anyways the teacher told us to get our things together and that school was over for the day. I rode the bus as usual and when I got home, turned on tv, expecting to watch arthur or some other show, ALL the channels were covering the attack. It was then when i realized that it was a VERY big deal because they kept repeating the footage from that day for nearly 2 months on television. I am actually surprised that I remember all this because I have a poor memory and to remember something from 10 years ago means that it truly affected me and I really am sad for all the people personally affected by this tragedy and hope that they not forget, but look forward also and hopefully come to peace with it, if they havent already.

Remembering Bobby

Posted by Ridgely, Susan B. at Sep 11, 2011 02:30 PM
I have a long story of that day--frantically looking for missing friends, trying to figure out what was going on, and spending 8 hours in line at the local red cross to give blood. By the evening I would learn that I had lost one friend, my friend Bobby, who was at a breakfast meeting. He was a lovely, compassionate, genuine, and amazingly brilliant person. The world is less for his absence.

The next morning I would be pleased to learn that my "god-father" made it safely back to his Manhattan apartment, but could not stop weeping for days. Each time he went to speak he could only say, "They were so young." He could not get the image of the young firefighters going up the stairs as he headed down them out of his mind.

Strangely, since I was living in North Carolina at the time life changed very little, aside from my own personal sorrow.

May We Never Forget

Posted by Propson, Jenna S at Sep 11, 2011 03:20 PM
I was sitting in the waiting room of our chiropractor the morning of 9/11. I was watching the news and saw the footage of the plans going full speed into the towers. Before 9/11 I had never heard of the World Trade Center. As I was watching this footage play over and over again my first thoughts were, "this is happening in Israel, or somewhere else overseas." The newsman then came on to say that what I was watching was in New York, on US soil!

My heart started beating violently inside my chest. I could not believe what I was watching. I was only ten at the time and my little ten year old mind was having trouble understanding. I remember crying and thinking to my self that somewhere in New York is a little boy who did not get to say goodbye to his dad that morning. For me that was not alright. This broke my heart. The more I watched the footage the more heart broken I became.

Over the years I became very involved with the 9/11 families through different projects. Many things have happened since that tragic day. Some good things that help ease the pain and some things that only make it worse. My heart goes out to those who where directly involved and who lost loved ones and friends. I am praying for the families that God will bring them peace and comfort on this day. Let us always remember the lives sacrificed on that devestating day. May we never forget.

I Remember It Was a Tuesday . . .

Posted by vonruk56 at Sep 11, 2011 06:51 PM
My initial reaction to the gruesome scenes played over and over again on our classroom monitor was actually one of innocent fascination. I had just turned twelve years old. Though my eyes were glued to the screen, I couldn’t ignore the palpable relief of realizing we weren’t going to cover the reading assignment I had forgotten to do the night before. I cannot remember the name of my teacher, yet I do recall with a moderate vividness the intermittent tears that trickled down her cheeks as she sat in a desk at the front of the room, not bothering to try to explain the horror about which we could only speculate in that odd way middle-schoolers always speculate. It was almost as if she had suddenly become another of our pre-adolescent peers merely fixated on a set of revolving images she herself couldn’t even comprehend. I ate lunch, talked with my friends about whatever it was we usually talked about at lunch during middle school, and then went to my afternoon classes only to see those same images and the same despairing, half-broken teachers that I’d seen that morning.

To a child the collapsing towers were an awesome spectacle. I can’t really remember any questions of why or who crossing my mind; I just watched, watched the bleeding survivors emerging from the dense debris clouds and the enormous explosions from the impact of Boeing 767 on steel at over 400 miles per hour and the contorted faces of the televison pundits who stumbled and stuttered from shock and grief as those of us on the other side only half-listened. We had a fairly decent football practice—much so as if nothing unusual had happened that morning—and later my dad picked me up outside of the locker room doors like he did every other weekday afternoon that fall. I rode with him in our old blue pick-up to Kwik Trip so we could fill up on gasoline before the pandemonium would spur a temporary but massive jump in the energy markets. When I asked him about what had happened, he laconically replied that “it was those god-damned Arabs.” I doubt he realized that I had no idea what an Arab actually was (nor did he, probably). At home I remember playing with our yellow lab, shooting buckets with my little brother until dusk, eating supper and going to bed as regularly and as peacefully as I did on both September the 10th and September the 12th.

At the time the attacks meant nothing to me, to my friends, to my world consumed by Packer football and R.L. Stine books and impromptu basketball games at the town rec center. It would still be years before I felt any impact whatsoever, and in all fairness I should note that some of my best friends still do not and may never truly care about the horror of that day. We didn’t live there, didn’t know anybody there or even anyone else that knew anybody there. For many of us it just simply didn’t resonate at that particular moment in that particular environment. I feel that, as the former youth of the new millennium develop into today’s workers and teachers and leaders, those of who have come of age in a post-9/11 America should look back on that day with a touch of sobriety. There is no shame in being too young to understand such an international tragedy, too innocent to fear and too capricious to really feel emotionally involved. The human mind cannot help but constantly revise its memories, filling in emerging lacunae with more and more dubious details as the years pass. Too often our (and by "our" I mean those of us who really can’t remember many of the specifics about that day) actual recollections of the attacks become supplanted by fabricated memories, thoughts and emotions that serve a myriad of interests other than commemorating the innocent victims and their heart-broken families and truly teaching our youth that similar violence cannot offer long-term solutions to any of our world’s problems. We must all come to terms with our heightened emotions on this day on our own terms, but let us always remember what we do remember as well as what we do not.

Memories of 911.

Posted by Schmidt, Kay L at Sep 11, 2011 09:14 PM
  My Memories of 911 are sarting to fade as far as exact details. I will never forget the Numbness I felt as I watched the planes fly into the twin towers, and then as I heard of all the other areas that were involved also. It was the scariest thing I have ever witnessed and I felt powerless to do anything but pray to God to save us from these terrible people. I Never thought I would live to see this kind of attack on the United States. It was so unbelievable. I called my Mom, and she was watching on her television also, and we cried together. I was getting ready for work that morning, and we had heard that the store was not opening because of the tragedy. That whole day I had goose bumps and couldn't pull myself away from the television. I didn't know if I should go get my children and hide somewhere or what. I thought this was it for all of us. I thought this was going to happen everywhere in our country. Feelings of that day will never be forgotten by myself or anyone in this world. God Bless our Troops and all you have tried to protect us since. I love our country. Kay Schmidt

Husband and Daughter In Flight

Posted by Hagens, Kathy A. at Sep 12, 2011 10:29 AM
The morning of 9/11 I was in Salt Lake City for a business conference. One of my daughters had flown with me to the conference and was staying at the hotel with me. As I took my morning shower I was thinking about my husband and other daughter who were in flight at that very moment to meet us, so we could spend a few days in the area sightseeing. After my shower I turned on the TV, to hear that a small plane had accidently hit the World Trade Center. Then the second plane hit and a terror attack was mentioned. It didn't occur to me, however, until they began talking about the plane hitting the Pentagon and one downed in Pennsylvania that I fully realized the implications. My daughter and husband were on a plane at that very moment.

I started shaking and was uncertain what to do. It was hard to even understand what was happening. But then I got a call from my husband. They were safe. They had landed in Minneapolis. Until they got off the plane, they had no idea what was going on. And the airport was chaos and confusion.

My conference did continue but all business was at a standstill. Several companies at the conference had offices in the Twin Towers. I remember they opened up the Grand Ballroom at the hotel we were at and simply broadcast television on the huge monitors there. Our eyes were glued to the screens. That evening we attended a previously scheduled Morman Tabernacle Choir performance. Words cannot express the emotions in that Temple the evening of September 11. It was a day and night I will never forget.

Our family vacation never occurred since my husband and daugher were stranded in Minneapolis with no way of getting either home or to Salt Lake City. I was stranded in Salt Lake City. Rental cars were in high demand and we started hearing stories of people renting U-Hauls and Campers simply to drive back home. Flights were booked and then cancelled day after day. Fortunately, I had a rental car and was able to drive home with one of my coworkers and my daughter. It took us 25 hours of driving.

Ten years later I vividly remember the roller coaster of emotions I went through that day as well as the week following the attacks.

Septemeber 11, 2001

Posted by Meyer, Daniel P at Sep 12, 2011 05:51 PM
Septemeber 11 was a day that started out like any other. I went to school, and during first period art class, we were allowed to listen to the radio. It was then that we heard the World Trade Center had been attacked and this was no joke. We heard about the attack all through the school day, and the news just kept getting worse. By the time I got home that day, I could hardly believe what I had heard on the radio and seen on TV. I wrote in my journal about my thoughts on the day, but I don't remember exactly what I said. I knew things had changed. It was an intense day and one I would never forget.

The day of 9/11/2001

Posted by Salinas, Guadalupe M at Sep 13, 2011 08:39 AM
I recall waking up that morning, turning on the news and to my surprise I could not believe my eyes. It was as though I was watching a movie but it was reality! I did not see the first plane that hit one of the towers, but I did see the other plane. It was as though someone had just punched me really hard in the stomach. I broke out crying because I could see so many lives gone/destroyed in a flash and it was beyond painful in my gut. I felt like the world was about to end and although I was not afraid for myself, I was deeply afraid for others around me. I immediately knew in my heart that this was the beginning of a new era in the US of A and we as a "people" would NEVER have the life as we knew it prior to those planes hitting the twin towers. There was now blood shed on the soil of the US of A through means of hatred and vengeance. No words can truly express that horrid day...we can only come together as a people in the USA and learn to love and respect one another for our commonalities and differences, as citizens of the United States of America!