Monday, September 11, 2006

Where Were You When You Heard?

I was in a motel in Reno. Like many people, I received a phone call directing me to the television because "something has happened". I don't remember any emotions outside of anger. Sadness came later, but anger was the first and most abiding emotion.

15 Comments:

Blogger Saroo said...

I was driving to school to teach my pre-schoolers. I heard from Jimmy Chunga of all people. I was in shock the entire day and needless to say, the kids didn't really learn anything that day.

9/11/2006 09:51:00 AM  
Blogger T.R. Grover said...

I was just getting out of the shower when my mission president called. It was about 8:30 AM Pacific Time. I was told there had been a terrorist attack at the WTC. Nothing more.

I immediately put it in my frame of reference- the 1993 WTC attacks and thought it odd that my mission president would call us with that news.

By then, the towers had already fallen. I had no idea the extent of the horror.

When we went outside, the world had a strange, somber, quiet and dead feel. Quickly we found out what a "terrorist attack" meant.

We broke mission rules at a jack mormon's house and watched CNN with our jaws to the floor, and tears coming down

9/11/2006 09:55:00 AM  
Blogger Rob said...

The Utah Amicus answers SLCSPIN

9/11/2006 10:32:00 AM  
Anonymous Meghan said...

I had just slept on the morning express bus from provo to the U. I entered the Marriot Library and wondered why everyone was huddled around the TV. I couldn't believe that one tower had fallen. I watched for a while and then went to the bathroom, when I came back, the second tower had fallen. I was numb and just really wanted to be with my family.

9/11/2006 10:38:00 AM  
Anonymous Jeremy said...

I was standing three and a half miles from the Pentagon watching the pillar of smoke go up into the sky. What a crappy day.

http://www.themannings.org/soapbox/2006/09/11/5-years-ago/

9/11/2006 12:14:00 PM  
Blogger Terri said...

I was asleep in bed, 2 weeks after having Willow and staying with my sister Shav. She came running into my room and we raced up the stairs, tears drenching our faces in utter disbelief and watched the 2nd Tower get smeared. -I had just had a baby, Damnit.
All I felt was saddness for all those people that got killed or hurt by those terrorist bastards for about 3 months after that day.

9/11/2006 01:41:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was teaching a 7:30am class that morning..and upon learning of what happened...I was angry.

I'm still angry.

9/11/2006 01:50:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

From Wonkette:
Sorry America, but no one cares. Unless you were buried in the rubble of the north tower alongside a mustachioed Nic Cage, your story is completely uninteresting and can be repeated almost verbatim by 3 or 4 million other Americans. President George W. Bush’s story itself is incredibly banal — the man went to bed early, having failed to do anything but survive a military-escorted flight home from Florida. Dick Cheney’s story might be interesting, but he will take it with him to his cryogenic tomb somewhere beneath NORAD. But you — be you government employee, life-long New Yorker, minor celebrity, Washington journalist, White House intern, former pilot, or Representative Richard Pombo — you bore us.

9/11/2006 02:41:00 PM  
Blogger Steve said...

In Australia.

9/11/2006 02:46:00 PM  
Anonymous The Man said...

I've never been so pissed off in my life. I still am. Nothing even comes close.

America will prevail over barbarism, backwardness and insanity, even if it takes us 10,000 years.

And if you think I am being jingoistic, narrow minded, insensitive or not level-headed enough, then kiss my ass and go to hell.

9/11/2006 06:30:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity.

9/12/2006 09:21:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i was just getting out of bed and sarted whent to watch tv when i saw the first plane hit. i was sad and angry at the same time. then i went to school......nothing was taught that day.

9/12/2006 11:40:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was up at school when my english teacher brought in a radio and turned it to npr and told us to go home and be with family. i walked over to the student center and looked at everyone looking at the tv monitors and i felt empty inside. i was like why would someone do this why? i was pissed and i am still pissed at those terrorits bastards.

9/13/2006 01:13:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My mom called and begged me not to go into work that morning. As an employee of United Airlines in SLC I didn't have a choice, we were in crisis mode. I remember the circle of prayers we had with American when we got the news we had each lost two planes, two crews full of friends and colleagues. I remember being horrified about Flight 93 when they told us there were 4 F-16s that would shoot the plane down if got any closer to DC. The heartbreak of knowing our crew was dead and the passengers crashed the plane was and still is indescribable. I remember the pain, sadness, confusion, no one was angry yet, just hurt. People were showing up at the airport with flowers, some of the passengers didn't even know what had happened. I lost my job shortly after. There are a lot of things I take away from that day but I am truly appalled that it continues to be used as a political soapbox.

Following my brother's first deployement to Iraq, 9/11 ranks as the next worst day of my life. Unfortunately our foreign policy hasn't changed and we'll be living with cause and effect and effect and effect...

9/14/2006 09:52:00 AM  
Blogger amy said...

i was dead asleep in California when my phone wrang and it was your wife. she was stranded at DFW airport in Dallas (my old stomping grounds) and called me for any ideas of where she could sleep. Emily told me that terrorists had hit the World Trade Center. I couldn't comprehend what she was talking about until I turned on the tv. Utter disbelief.

9/14/2006 08:46:00 PM  

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