The thing I remember most was watching a live broadcast after one of the towers had fallen. (I think it was the first but may have been the second.) I noticed during the report I could hear a buzz as the reporter moved through the smoke. I knew that I knew what it was but couldnít place it. Then it hit me pretty hard.
I used to be on the California Department of Forestry and we carried these things called PALs on our belts during structure fires. Itís designed to let out a beep if you stay motionless for more than 30 seconds, the idea is if you go down in a house they can find you by sound. The buzz that was in the background was so many of these PALs going off that rather than a high pitched beep it was one continuous buzz. Thatís when the sheer enormity on the number of downed rescue workers hit me.
I was in halfday preschool I didnt find out what happened until about 3 year later but unknown to my parents my 3 year old brother saw it on the news whicch my dad was watching
Ya know, i am going to over look some illiterate self serving ass-hats in this thread and just say this....
Without men and women that are willing to walk headlong into a collapsing building, willing to risk their lives, then it wouldn't matter how you "Feel", or even what you think.
Get over yourself and see that there are greater things, done by greater people.
9-1-1 will always be a "Sad" and "Grieving" time in American History.
Originally Posted by Der_Lex
No, it's not ok to basically troll a thread like this. He can go be a jerk somewhere else for a while.
i was 7. i had no idea. all i saw was burning towers. how nieve of me
"im gonna rename your toilet 'Hiroshima' " - Alex Hoyle
Grade 8, It would have been second or third period english or social studies (we had the same teacher for both) It was a weird (and awesome before we knew what was going on) morning because we were sitting there doing nothing while the teachers were talking among themselves, After awhile they finally turned on the tv. There wasn't much fear around here, just morbid fascination and a feeling of "holy s***, this is huge."
I remember clearly having a very inappropriate reaction when the second tower went down, because I thought they were just replaying the first one again, although I was young and quite sheltered, so I was working under the assumption that most people must have gotten out.
I think the moment it hit home, or rather I realized the size of the event that had happened was the next day, when I was outside with my dad and he said it was the first time that he could remember that he couldn't see any planes in the sky on such a clear and sunny day. (we're under a main artery of the flight path across the Atlantic)
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