9/11

DH had been in the Twin Towers several times with work. I didn’t appreciate the scale either Ro60 so I was shocked when I rang DH (to tell him to try and get to a screen) and he explained they were massive structures and full-sized aircraft. I’ve been to the current museum and fountains several times, but also the first museum that opened. Situated beside the ruins, it was small and a bit makeshift but made a deep impression.

It was awful. I don’t understand the ideology that persuades people to hate so much that they fly planes into buildings, and I’m in awe of the brave people who tackled the terrorists on United93 to prevent more killings. Such hate shown that day by a few, but such love, compassion, and bravery shown by many others.
I’ve visited Ground Zero and the 9/11 museum. They are unutterably sad.

My youngest daughter was due home from Japan , she and her best friend had backpacked from there through most of Asia , chum had been left at Heathrow to fly home to NewYork
We got home all full of laughter and happiness, youngest son was glued to the TV , he yelled at us what had happened
Daughter rang her chum to hear she had missed her plane , but now there were no flights ,
We just sat down in disbelief and then saw the next plane hit the second tower ,

We where there in New York in the April before 9/11 who would have thought months later disaster would strike. We went back four years later how the landscape had changed. The programmes made me cry again as I did watching the news when it happened.

It was horrifying. I remember I was home in the morning and my DH called from work to put on the TV. I was trying to get kids breakfast and ready for school, and saw on TV the second plane hitting. It was unreal to watch, and the uncertainty of what was happening on a larger scale was so frightening.

I watched a documentary a few days ago highlighting women on that day, and their individual stories. So terrifying, and some very heroic stories.

I was working in a nursing home. We had the television on in the lounge. A member of staff arrived for her shift at 2:00pm. She remarked about the odd film that the ladies were watching. One lady spoke up and said "this isn't a film, it's the news.
It was so shocking. The world changed that day.

It doesn`t seem like 20 years, does it? My daughter and myself just couldn`t believe what we were seeing. It was also my eldest grandson`s 10th birthday.

I remember it well. My mother phoned and asked if I'd seen the news. I put it on and then rang her back she sounded worried. My brother's BIL worked in second tower. He wasn't far away and his wife called him to check out her sister. There followed several anxious days, calls etc., but he was eventually found and identified years later from dental records I think.
My friend's son was trapped in Canada waiting for flight home for quite some time afterwards. Won't be watching any of the coverage, if there is any.

We will always remember where we were when the news came out, I saw it unfold on the TV with a patient who was watching the TV who called it out , all of us gathered around, aghast at what we were witnessing.
If you ever get the chance to visit 9/11 Memorial Museum please go, it's an emotional experience.

I was working in a day unit for adults with LD when the news began to come in. The staff were transfixed and horrified yet had to carry on as if nothing special was going on as we didn't want to frighten or upset the 'clients' who were very sensitive to atmosphere. It was a ghastly day on do many levels and for so many people.
I'd had a dream the previous week of being in a small plane looking down on skyscrapers.

I was shocked, listening to someone from America talking about a fireman who had been killed on that day. He had rescued over forty people and then as he was walking on the pavement he was killed by a person who jumped out of one of the towers and landed on him. About as unlucky as it gets.
We had just finished a thirteen mile bike ride around two local reservoirs on the day, when we stopped for coffee at the visitor centre. There was a tv on and we thought they were showing a disaster movie. Everyone around us was in tears. Truly awful.

I was very frightened. Both my sons were familiar with the towers through work, and it was sheer luck they weren’t there at the time. They also both lived in London, which seemed a likely target for the next attack.

I didn’t know anything about it until elder son phoned from his car and told me to put on the television. He was convinced there would be further attacks and we were all in danger. I fervently wished my sons lived somewhere more obscure.

It really was a day that changed the world. We are still at war with this crazy ideology. There don’t seem to be any answers as demonstrated by what’s happening in Afghanistan and many other troubled areas today.

I think what struck us visiting Ground Zero afterwards was the enormous area that was covered by the blasts. The damage extended way beyond the actual towers, how terrifying for everyone involved.
How can human beings do that to each other?

I was driving to visit my mum in her nursing home and heard it on the radio , I didn't imagine at that time the enormity of the situation. As the reality dawned I like others was filled with grief and anger.

We were fortunate to have lunch at the top of the North Tower (Windows of the World) we have since visited the 9/11 museum and Ground Zero which was so emotional, parts I couldn’t listen to.

We had come back from family holiday the day before and I can remember pairing up socks in the kitchen whilst watching TV when the footage came in of the North Tower in flames, I was glued to the coverage until bedtime, cried buckets of tears.

I just cannot understand the extreme Islam ideology that if you take your life along with as many others as possible you will be rewarded by Allah in the afterlife.

One of the most hideous acts of war against innocent people in my lifetime.

My husband was on the M6 too Ro60. He was on his way to Heathrow to catch a plane to Germany! I found out when I picked my daughter up from school around 3.30pm. I was then scared to death my husband would still have gone, but obviously all flights were cancelled.

I was driving on the M6 having finished a meeting & the news reader said reports were coming in of a plane crashing into the World Trade Centre. I visualized a small bi-plane. It was beyond comprehension.
4 years later we happened to be in NY on the anniversary and were very surprised to see British Police officers in our hotel for the commemoration ceremony.

I have been watching programmes about 9/11 this week. The 20 year gap had blunted my memory of how awful was this attack on the USA. Amongst all the tragedy and carnage there were some heartwarming stories of ordinary people trying their best to help others. One young man was making his escape down the stairwell of one of the Towers when he came across a wheelchair bound lady stuck on the landing outside her office. He picked her up and carried her down the 68 flights of stairs to safety. What saddens me the most is watching TV footage showing Middle Eastern people crowding around a television set and cheering when another body falls from one of the Towers and that their countrymen have minds so warped to plan such an atrocity. They should use their energy to make their own countries a better place to live.

The film ‘ Worth ‘, is very good....on Netflix. Something we’ll never forget.

Me too. I've watched a few documentaries recently and still feel a sense of shock at those events. So many tragedies and so many brave people.