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I have resigned myself to the fact that I have "Swiss-Cheese" memory. There are lots of things that I simply can not recall. Call it a part of getting, old but one thing is for sure. I have a vivid memory of 9/11.
I live within 35 miles of NYC, and work with 10 miles. I remember that the day was simply beautiful. Sunny, cool and crisp without a single cloud in the sky.
At the time, I was a consultant. This job sent me everywhere. One day I am in LA, the next in Dallas, and the next in Podunk. On 9/10 I was in the twin towers teaching a class. I normally taught a 2 day class, but was a "refresher" one day class.
On 9/11, I was driving into the bowels of Pa to teach a class at a steel company when I heard about a plane crashing into the twin towers over the radio (WPLJ, Scott and Todd show). Remembering my history, I recalled how a bomber crashed into the Empire State building back in the forties. As I am thinking about this, I remember feeling that it was very odd since that particular disaster occurred in dense fog and here it was sunny and clear. As a one-time student pilot, I also felt it odd that a plane should crash into a building since early pilot training teaches how to look for suitable emergency landing sites and that area of Manhattan simply was not one of them.
Then the second plane hit.
In that split second, things changed. In that moment, I realized that we were under attack. My emotions ran from concern about an accident to anger over an attack. I remembered how the towers were bombed years before (a van stuffed with explosives was set off in the lower level parking garage), I remember thinking that this should be cleaned up in no time.
Then the towers fell.
After the initial shock, it struck me that I was in the south tower just the day before. As my classes normally ran 2 days, I realized that my wife might think that I was there today as well. I had to call home.
In that day, the cell phone (an old one) had horrible service. Being in the middle of the Pocono mountains did not help any. The increased cell phone usage due to the disaster also meant that calling home was next to impossible. I tried calling home so many times that my phone eventually went dead. Out of frustration, I made a U turn and headed back home.
When I finally got home, I felt a tremendous body slam. It was my wife hugging me. As she sobbed, I pulled her away from me only to have her say "Don't you ever ****ing do that to me again. I have been calling you for hours. I thought that you were dead".
She was lucky. Her spouse came home. Many spouses did not.
Sorry if this post is too long. Just felt in the mood to share.
I live within 35 miles of NYC, and work with 10 miles. I remember that the day was simply beautiful. Sunny, cool and crisp without a single cloud in the sky.
At the time, I was a consultant. This job sent me everywhere. One day I am in LA, the next in Dallas, and the next in Podunk. On 9/10 I was in the twin towers teaching a class. I normally taught a 2 day class, but was a "refresher" one day class.
On 9/11, I was driving into the bowels of Pa to teach a class at a steel company when I heard about a plane crashing into the twin towers over the radio (WPLJ, Scott and Todd show). Remembering my history, I recalled how a bomber crashed into the Empire State building back in the forties. As I am thinking about this, I remember feeling that it was very odd since that particular disaster occurred in dense fog and here it was sunny and clear. As a one-time student pilot, I also felt it odd that a plane should crash into a building since early pilot training teaches how to look for suitable emergency landing sites and that area of Manhattan simply was not one of them.
Then the second plane hit.
In that split second, things changed. In that moment, I realized that we were under attack. My emotions ran from concern about an accident to anger over an attack. I remembered how the towers were bombed years before (a van stuffed with explosives was set off in the lower level parking garage), I remember thinking that this should be cleaned up in no time.
Then the towers fell.
After the initial shock, it struck me that I was in the south tower just the day before. As my classes normally ran 2 days, I realized that my wife might think that I was there today as well. I had to call home.
In that day, the cell phone (an old one) had horrible service. Being in the middle of the Pocono mountains did not help any. The increased cell phone usage due to the disaster also meant that calling home was next to impossible. I tried calling home so many times that my phone eventually went dead. Out of frustration, I made a U turn and headed back home.
When I finally got home, I felt a tremendous body slam. It was my wife hugging me. As she sobbed, I pulled her away from me only to have her say "Don't you ever ****ing do that to me again. I have been calling you for hours. I thought that you were dead".
She was lucky. Her spouse came home. Many spouses did not.
Sorry if this post is too long. Just felt in the mood to share.
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