I remember that faitful day, went home that night and went in search of hope, as I sometimes do in the songs of GL, found it hard to shake off the despair, played "too late for praying" over and over. It seemed so poiniant then as now but reminds us to teach our children well. The pride of man and patriots dream, among other peace/anti war songs feature when I see the current images of the devestation of civilization in Iraq.

I stayed on CNN and didn't dare set foot outside for a few days. I didn't do anything else.

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I was working afternoons that day and remember watching CNN when the second plane hit. I was in shock for a long time fearing that WMD's would be next.

Great pic StationMaster. I was working for FedEx at the time, I thought it was a joke when I walked into work and the board said the twin towers had been hit by planes.
I was delivering when the plane went down in PA, and one of my customers had me come in and see the TV was the first time I'd seen the twin towers being hit and collapsing. It was so unreal, and being out on the road all day with no radio I was so removed from what everyone else was going through.

I was at work. We were watching repeated coverage of the first tower burning. At the time, they were saying it was an accident. Then the second plane came into view. Someone gasped, "Oh my God." There was an explosion. I said, "That wasn't an accident. It's terrorism." After the shock of it, I called my counterparts in NYC, just 12 blocks away. The woman who answered the phone was crying. There were people weeping and yelling in the background. I said, "Just get to hell out of there, KD. Drop the phone and get out." She said they couldn't. They were evacuating buildings, but they had to wait their turn. They were gathered around the windows, watching the towers burn. I stayed on the phone with her for over an hour, getting updates. When the first tower fell, there was a collective gasp, then more crying. Finally, they were told to leave the building. They had to walk home, because there were no subways, taxis or buses running. KD said she was covered in white ash by the time she got out of Manhatten. People were walking along like zombies, not saying anything, not looking back, just trying to get out of there. I can't even begin to imagine what was going through their heads.

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I was 1300 miles from my home, at the time wife, and 2 dogs. I was sitting in an office with a radio playing in the background and they announced one of the towers was hit by an airplane. I thought how in the world could a commercial airplane get off track and hit the WTC? I fly all the time and this was unsettling. When the 2nd tower was hit, it was obvious what was happening. At lunch that day, the whole restaraunt was in a daze, glued to the TV. My flight home was cancelled and I ended up driving the whole way back home.

I will never forget all lives lost, destruction and fear from that week. Still it feels like it happened yesterday. No music in the world calmed me.

I got up to go to work, my wife got up just before me and was watching the news and said America was under attack. One heck of a way to wake up. Listened to the radio on my 45 minute commute to work trying to comprehend what had happened