9/11 questions?

Question

Where were you when 9-11 happened? What were you doing? Will you ever forget that day? Have you already forgotten? Do you still support the cause? Do you still support our flag? To many people have forgotten what it was like then. Tell me how it effected you and maybe some of our readers will remember what we are doing in the middle east.

Answer 1

I was with my dear, dear parents. I remember seeing a neighbor screech to a halt in front of his house, and run in. I thought he had forgotten his briefcase for work. This was in Arlington. I couldn't understand what was happening. When I finally caught on, I watched for a while with my parents. On my way home to be with my puppy, I stopped by Arlington Hosp. to see if they needed any transport. This is the hospital where Pentagon wounded, were taken. It was surreal.. Hundreds of people were walking home from work, in D.C. in the middle of the road. It was an exodus!!! The Police were directing traffic. For a long time afterwards, I would go outside if I heard a plane and stare up into the night, praying that it was one of ours. Most of the planes were circling the area, trying to protect us from our enemies. I will ALWAYS support the flag of the United States of America. I do not need a threat to my country to mobilize my patriotism.

Answer 2

I was living in New York at the time (not in the city). I remember it was a beautiful day out. I was a work when we heard what was going on. We all went home around lunch time for the day and I just remembering watching the TV and crying!! And then my husband came home and we just cried together (I'm starting to cry right now). All those innocent people - just going about their day like any other. Never in my dreams would I think that I would ever see something like this happen in my lifetime.

And NO, I will never forget that day. and Yes, I still support our flag and all our troops - my cousin is actually in Iraq right now (:

I am definitely a changed person because of 9/11 - be grateful for what you have because you never know when it will be taken away.

The answerer above me can KISS MY AMERICAN ***!

Answer 3

I'd started college a week before, so I was in my dorm when I first heard about it. That whole day was a weird fog for my school. We had a candlelight vigil that evening. I still have the remains of my candle.

I haven't forgotten, and I doubt I ever will. And yes, I do support the cause. I support our President and I support the troops. Unfortunately, too many people have forgotten that day. They've forgotten how horrorific the day was and how helpless and angry we were. They've forgotten and because they've forgotten, the day may happen again.

Answer 4

I was in bed and I heard about the attacks about 5:30 AM. I was half asleep so I didn't think anything of it. I got up and turned on Fox News to see if they were talking about it. I had no idea that a plane of that size flew into those buildings. I'll never forget that day. Its one that is in my memory forever. If by cause you mean the war on terror, then yes, I still support it. And I support the flag even more.

Answer 5

I was riding the bus to school when is happened...I didn't find out until around 1:30 when my mother picked me up from school...we watched the news for the next few days..i remember that around 5 we went to the church to pray...and yes! I still support the flag... There will not be a day of my life in which i forsake that flag...i support our troops...and that is something that will NEVER change...and i support our president...i don't completly agree with him...but i support him non the less...

And for all of the protesters...you can bash my president..but dont you dare say ANYTHING about our soldiers!!!!! Those men and women have and continue to risk their lives EVERY SINGLE DAY for non other than YOU!!!!

Answer 6

I had just had surgery and was recovering at home. My neighbor called and said, "OH my gosh are you watching the news." I turned it on, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought i was having a nightmare or that the pain medication I was on was making me hallucinate. My husband was active duty Army at the time. He was at work. I tried and tried to call him on base, but I couldn't get through. Finally, at about 11pm that night, he called me. The base had been locked down for security reasons--no one could get on and no one could get off. He had to wait until the phone was free because so many soldiers had to call family. I remember that afternoon, driving to the school to pick up my kids. Everything in my world had changed. I looked at the children waiting for their parents. They had no idea what had happened. They were still innocent, playful, and felt safe. Everyone was driving different. Everyone was being courteous and helpful. The feeling in the air was palpable. We had many friend who were working at the pentagon and we were very afraid for their lives. I'll never forget the sense of relief when we heard they were OK, then the immediate grief thinking of the people that died. I will never forget it. I will never forget how the whole country suddenly became patriotic. I'll never forget the day that our peace and security was lost. I support our president, i support our troops, I support our flag. God bless America!

Answer 7

Come on! Gullible must be your nickname! Or ignorant. Do you still believe that Iraq has anything to do with 9/11?

Although I definitely empathised with America at that time, do you know that about 3,000 people died during the attack? Do you know how many people died because of America BEFORE 9/11? Do you know how many dictatures are supported by America? Or by Europe, actually? Get some information (from unbiased sources) and then you can talk. Man, open your eyes.

Answer 8

I was working in my t-shirt shop when my friend came in and told me. I borrowed a tv and we watched in horror at the attack. No, I will never forget it, it ranks up there with JFK's death, the day Princess Di died, and the explosion and aftermath of Mt. St. Helens ( I was in the ash fallout zone ).

We were attacked. They started a war with us on our own ground. If we were to let it go then that would have left us wide open for an invasion. It is their one and only goal to have us all believe their religion, or else! They are obsessed to the point of murder. It is time the world stood up and put a stop to terrorism. Terrorism will not reign if we don't allow it.

Yes I support the flag. It represents my freedom.

How it affected me: It was a shot in the arm for my alllegience. It renewed my patriotism. It made me realize the true meaning of the phrase "freedom isn't free".

Answer 9

I remember being in the car with my mom on our way to school. She was an elementary teacher and I was a freshman in high school. That monday a friend of mine had died in a car accident, I'll always remember that. I turned on the radio hoping to catch a quick song before I started class and instead heard President Bush giving his address. I was ready to change the station I really wasn't politically minded and hated listening to speaches, but something made me stop. When I heard that America had been attacked my heart stopped. The world seemed to stand still. I stared at the radio all the way to school as the reports came over the line. We were so far away from New York, in a tiny town of less than a hundred people but my heart was reaching out for my neighbors in New York, at the pentagon and for those brave souls on flight 93. My mom had to shut off the radio and force me out of the car. I'd never seen my fellow students so subdued, never heard the hall so silent. Before the bell rang we had all shared what we'd heard. Someone said Bin Laden claimed responsibility. Classes were suspended that day becaues of the fact that none of us could concentrate and all of us had one thing on our minds. Through the morning we listened to the reports on the radio taking notes as one of our teachers, retired army, told us that we would want to remember exactly what we were feeling. Later on the history teacher brought in a tiny television and we worked the antanae until we got a somewhat clear picture. All 46 of the high school students and the teachers sat around that tiny tv too small to read the words running across the bottom and I watched the planes hit the building for the first time. Tiny black and white people were running from huge clouds of black smoke. Some of us wept, some sat in stony silence, some even joked to break the tension. But the fact remains, we were ATTACKED. All of us were ready for what was to come and accepted the coming declerations of war as nessecary. Never had I seen our school more patriotic, we said the pledge every day together in the hall, sometimes they sang the national anthem. We gathered canned foods and money to send to New York. Our science teacher talked of quiting work and going to Ground Zero to clean up, but he had his own two children to look after. Everyday, I am reminded of the death toll in the middle east as our soldiers die for our rights. A recent news report said that the death toll had recently reached 2500. If I remember correctly, the amount of US CIVILIANS who died that day tops this number. How could I forget? How could I do anything but support the troops who are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice and die for their country? Not just for those like me who appreciate them, but those who protest them, who tell them that what they do is not worth while. I have not forgotten, nor will I let myself forget any time soon. You did a good thing by posting this question, we all need to be reminded.

Answer 10

Oh yes, I will never forget and still think about the attack almost on a daily basis.

I was working on 86th Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan. Our office was located in the basement of a large building. A coworker mentioned that he heard that a plane crashed into the WTC. A few minutes later, I called my wife at home to let me know what was going on, especially since we had no TV or radio reception in the basement.

My wife immediately called me back and informed me what the news had been saying. I was then on the phone bacl and forth with my wife and mother, both feeding me details. After the second plane hit, everything became very confused. During these conversations, my wife and mother were both telling me about other attacks that were being reported, not only at the Pentagon, but on the D.C. Mall, Sears Towers, etc.

At, I believe, 11:30 a.m., our office shut down for the day. I remember trying to enter the 86th Street train station, and a woman was coming up the stairs apparently listening to music and she said, "what's going on?" I had raised my voice (I was kind of upset with her because she was listening to music instead of paying attention to what was going on around her) that we've been attacked and the trains were not running.

A police officer near my office informed me that the Brooklyn Bridge (I reside in Brooklyn) was closed, but the 59th Street bridge to Queens was open and there is a bridge in Queens that would lead me to Brooklyn. So I walked to the 59th Street Bridge and remember stopping at an electronics store (I believe) to watch the footage that was being shown on a TV in the store window.

I walked over the 59th Street bridge with my radio/walkman on, listening to Curtis Sliwa on 770 WABC. I was so angry and sad. I remember Peter Vallone (a city councilman and a mayoral candidate at the time) handing out cups (or bottles?) of water to those coming over the bridge into Queens.

As I'm not familiar with Queens, I asked a truck driver about the bridge to Brooklyn. He had said that the bridge is miles away and pointed me in the appropriate direction. As I started to walk, I saw several people make a fast dash to a train station that was nearby. I followed and found that some of the trains in the system were running again. This station was for the F train, I believe, and took it to Brooklyn.

There were not many people in my train car. Nobody really said too much; I think everyone was tired. I think the F train left me off somewhere in Brooklyn, but I can't recall where. Nonetheless, I think I got home to my wife and son at about 3:30 p.m. that day. I stayed up all night watching the news and went to work the following morning. Surprisingly, the train was riding on schedule and I arrived at the office with time to spare. Although I am the type that rarely misses a day of work, I felt at the time that it was my duty to make sure that I definately made it to the office on 9/12/01.

Unfortunately, so many Americans have forgotton the events of that day, especially many New Yorkers. It is truly sad. Although I am a Republican, I don't want to get into a partisan discussion about this, as I stopped discussing politics long ago (believe me, you learn to keep your mouth shut) except with my immediate family as we pretty much share the same views. I'll tell you though, it makes me sick when I ride the train past the Cortlandt Street station (where the WTC was) and pretty much everyone is having a great time on the train, telling jokes, listening to music, whatever. There seems to be little, if any, reflection of 9/11 as the train passes through that station. It's just very sad.