10 years ago, a terrist team by the name of Al-Qauda led my Osama Bin Laden led an attack on America. at 8:46 a.m, 5 hijackers crashed American Airlines Flight 11 into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. At 9:03 a.m, 5 more crashed United Airlines Flight 175 into the South Tower. At 9:37, another 5 crashed American Airlines Flight 77 into the Pentagon. The final plane, United Airlines Flight 93, crashed near Shanksville, Pennsylvania at 10:03 a.m. when passagers took control from the 4 hijackers. It was thought to be going to the Capital or White House. The South Tower fell at 9:59 a.m. and at 10:28 a.m., the North Tower fell, changeing the world forever. Almost 3000 people died, 246 of them plane passagers, 2606 in New York, 125 at the Pentagon, and 19 hijackers. Over 6000 were injured. Many of the victoms called their loved ones, some would see them again, some would be talking to them for the last time. This didn’t just change America, but the whole world, because of that organization. Because this is the 10th year, it’s a big one for eveyone, it may of been 10 years ago, but it feels like yesterday to many. Let’s hope to God that a attack this big will never happen again, or even though it’s impossible, any attack. God Bless all the victoms, America, and the World.
Most people also remember where they were, even at a young age, So I ask, where were you when thid was happening. At first, I was at home getting ready for school, My mom was scared looking at the TV, I didn’t know what was happening at first, When the second tower got hit, Me and my brother were eating Rice Krispees. At school, A lot of teacher’s were in the Libary watching the news, all looking shocked and scared. They tolg us on the intercom when both towers fell, I was woried they would go here too. I then remember it being on the news for weeks and weeks. A lot of thing’s then changed. 10 years later, and were still infected by it. Let’s hope this never happend again.
I was actually already at school,I’m not disclosing my age but I was in elementary school…My teacher tried to calll someone and then the principal came in and said “The Phone lines are shut down,you can’t call anyone…” so at that point I was like “What’s going on?” you know…then the weirdest thing was that one by one kids were being picked up early,like every few minutes I heard a student’s name being called over the intercom thingie…finally my dad came and picked me up(I was one of the last few students) so at this point I really want to know what’s going on,and while my dad and I were walking out I asked him “Daddy what’s wrong?” and that’s when he told me at that time both towers had been hit…I was little so I didn’t really know that he was talking about until I saw what happend…I did get scared because I was the type of kid that,above-avarage smart…but I can’t imagine how frightning that was for those involved…my heart really goes out to them and their families…
I remember 9/11. I was in bed and my dad called out for my mom and said a plane hit a skyscraper. I was only 9, and my first impression was that it was a little plane. But it wasn’t.
I went to school and all the kids were talking about WWIII happening.
What is eerie about it is that my after school I went to my Gradma’s house. Every TV station was about 9/11. I was a small child and confused.
Nearly 10 yeara later, September 10th, 2011, my grandma died. And being at her houes was my most vivid 9/11 memory.
What did you guys think of the 9/11 memorial? It looks beautiful!
I was just a few days shy of my 14th birthday. I didn’t really understand the full ramifications though at the time. And while people make jokes about America only knowing geography through invading other countries my knowledge of the middle east was practically nil at the time.
Granted I was a very sheltered teenager and kid in certain matters. And I was good at school, but still obviously more ignorant.
Mostly, other than of course the grief of the families and friends of those lost I also hate how people have seemed to have used the tragedy for their own ends- as an excuse to hate certain groups of people who weren’t at fault for the tragedy at all. A kind of faux-patriotism which would have soured me to the notion of patriotism in general for a long time if my own country of origin hadn’t already gotten a head start on that score. It pretty much spits on the memories of those lost- as they were a diverse group of people from multiple backgrounds themselves.
In Britain they had a service in the American embassy. 67 British people were killed in 9/11, but even without those numbers I think it probably would have went on ahead and commemorated it in some way.
I remember a lot of near tears from documentaries and news reports- especially from one particular story of a man who fell from the tower, which was a famous image that was debated on a lot (as in whether it was appropriate to publicise it). The family not wanting it to be suicide because that would mean hell in their belief system really struck home to me at the time I heard about it.
I actually got to see the Twin Towers(well, their remains obviously) up close when we went on the 8th grade New York trip. It was horrific. Then we saw the memorial inside this building. I didn’t lost anyone, so it’s difficult for me to empathize, but I really am sorry for those lost and their families.
I was at home when it happened(I was home schooled) and I didn’t understand until I saw it on TV. And I still can’t fathom the feeling of the people who died or their loved ones.
