15 years since 9/11

Also I'd like to add (for the non-Americans here), the time after 9/11 was the most inspiring time to be an American. As bad as the attack was, the days/weeks/months that followed (up until the Iraq war stuff started being talked about) were such an amazing time to live here. Everyone came together and did so much for each other. I miss those times.

Sadly things have become much worse since then, with politics pushing for everyone to hate each other to further their own agendas, people complaining about every little thing that happens, etc. I feel like that was the last glimmer of hope we had. I hope I'm wrong but we will see. There was just something about those few months after the attack that were indescribable. I'll never be able to put it into words.

It was one of the few times I was proud to call myself and American, because I saw how when something terrible happens we could all come together and get through it.

Nope.

I'll be deported for being married to a woman from El Salvador, so fuck it.

I was in high school. Just got back home and opened the TV, and the first crash was on the news. At first, it seemed like an accident and I almost turned the TV off, like "Shit, that's bad,! Oh well, accidents happen". But just then I saw the second plane hit, live. I actually had to double check that I wasn't watching a movie or something. Needless to say, the next few days all I did was watch the news. IIRC, the next day in school all the regular class activies were cancelled and all the classes were just us chatting about what had happened. Craziest thing I ever witnessed live, bar none.

I have literally no memory of it

I was in suburban Dublin with nowhere to go. some neighbours felt sorry and invited me in and I saw the news on TV. Surreal.

911 was like living through a nightmare for me. As a overly paranoid young adult, who was spoon fed apocalyptic media since childhood, I was expecting the nukes to start launching within those first few hours and the days following.

I was working at a youth center at the time, saw the first tower on the news before leaving for work, then heard about the second plane in the car with my coworker on the way to the office.

We scrambled to hook up a TV and everyone was gathered around as we watched people jumping, and then the towers collapse.

No planes in the sky, I think that was what also made it feel like a dream, there is constant heavy air traffic over Montreal, so that airborne silence was extra creepy.

In the afternoon, I went to visit one of the kids I worked with at the hospital down the road. They were clearing out all the patients that they could to make room for survivors they were expecting, Another dream like scene.

That night and the next few weeks I was glued to the news, waiting for the air raid sirens to start going off.

I am still traumatized and obsessed with the event. I have watched so much footage, conspiracy crap, and documentaries on the event. Sometimes I'll just sit there and rewatch those people hugging and jumping for hours. Don't know why, I'm kind of fixated on that day. I thought for sure this was the start of ww3 and in a way it was, this global war on terror.

I think I've never seen this.

This. The total silence that night, no planes, no traffic, no people on the street or kids playing outside. Everybody was just inside watching the TV.

Call me ignorant or whatever but I didn't know until today that it was the tower that got hit second that collapsed first. I guess I had always assumed it was the other way around, but looking at where the planes hit the towers it does look like the second plane hit a more vulnerable part/area than the first plane did.

Well we were in bed here in Aust. My wife woke me up because whatever she was watching was interrupted with the news of the first plane.
I figured it was just an unfortunate accident and fell back asleep only to be woken again when the 2nd plane hit.
My wife was having a medical procedure the following morning and we had planned the day off so we stayed up a lot of that night watching all the footage. Was pretty surreal.
I remember how full on that day was standing in a waiting room separated from my wife and watching the little TV they had in there. Lots of mixed emotions that day.
Not much talking going on, I remember that. It was more disbelief.

School hadn't started yet so I was at my friend's house playing Diablo 2..his mom called us to watch the news, we saw the second plane hit the tower live, and after awhile we went back to the game :shrug:

One of sad moments of the weeks following was that all the rescue dogs were getting depressed because they were only finding dead bodies, so the fire men would hide under rubble and let the dogs find them so they felt like they were doing a good job. So sad.