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scooter1369
HTTR Forever.
I was at work, going over quality matrices, listening to Metallica. A Co-worker stopped in and told me that a plane had hit the WTC.
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I was driving to work listening to Stern. I must admit Howard's coverage was very good. When I got to work (just after the second plane hit) I watched the rest on TV (until late evening).
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I was in Dayton for an audit. Then the secretaries starting going crazy. Luckily they had a TV in the office and we just started watching all day. Being in Dayton near Wright-Patterson we heard the jets scramble. Then when we started hearing about the flight information of the planes. Then panic set in, one of the lawyer's brothers was on a flight from Boston to LA that morning. They couldn't remember the flight number. Luckily they found out that he was on a different flight to LA.
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BayBuck
Buckeyes are best
I was sitting in a grad English class early that morning chatting with the other students about what we assumed was the accidental crash of a plane into one of the towers; once we realized it was the work of terrorists, the department head sent everyone home, and I watched it on TV alone in my apartment the rest of the day.
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i went to breakfast with some buddies before we were planning on golfing, i stopped back at my place and had the tv on while getting ready, i just sat on the couch and didn't move. i called my parents to just tell them that i loved them.
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cincibuck
You kids stay off my lawn!
So where was I that day? I was driving along listening to NPR when they reported an airplane striking the north tower. No one knew much. There was an interview from a man on the ground who said, "Well, it looked like one of those planes you see at the airport. I was surprised because he was flying to low and he didn?t have his wheels down."
I remembered the WWII incident when a B-25 flew into the side of the EmpireStateBuilding in a dense fog. It happened on a Saturday morning thus keeping deaths and injuries to a minimum ( http://history1900s.about.com/od/1940s/a/empirecrash.htm ).
It was just a story to keep my mind active at that point. I got my coffee pot going, straightened out my desk, fired up the computer and went into the school to check my mail box. There I found our 70 something secretary standing on a chair and reaching up to turn on the TV, "Did you hear?" she shouted, "one of our aircraft carriers hit the world trade center." That puzzled me. I knew the USS Intrepid was permanently berthed a few blocks north of the trade towers, but I wondered why we would send one of our current carriers that far north on the Hudson. Then I thought that what she meant was that a jet from one of our carriers had hit the tower? that was plausible. The morning news folks, a real collection of twits these days, kept the cameras on the tower and continued their, "Well what do you think must have happened?" blather when we suddenly saw a second plane appear on the screen. It made a magnificent slow turn, like something out of an airlines commercial, and then headed right at the second tower. Just seconds before it hit, Brian Gumdrop called out, "that's deliberate. We're under attack!" the first intelligent thing he had said in more than a decade of news work. I watched, fascinated, terrified, saddened all at the same time, my emotions tumbling about.
I went back to my office and began to call people. My wife, Kathy, was due to drive to St. Louis. I urged her to be extra careful. I called my Sister-in-law, Patty, did she know about the crash? Her son, Ned was a broker and worked in the WTC, but not in a tower. I thought about Sue and Ken, the couple that connected Kathy and me. They had purchased a condo in a coop on 63<SUP>rd</SUP> and Avenue of the Americas.
A news junkie, I was near a TV set every second I could. The school choose not to tell the kids, deciding instead to call every parent and give them a choice, "come and pick up your kid, or we'll tell them nothing and leave that chore up to you when they get home." Most remained, blissfully unaware of what was going on.
By lunch time I was aware of the attack on the Pentagon. They showed an aerial view and labeled the west outer ring. I don't know what was in A ring, the outermost, but I knew room 3035 on D ring quite well. That was where you filled out your paperwork for TDY (Temporary Duty) pay and benefits. I had been there quite often between 1990 and 1997. One of my nieces was married to a National Guard officer who was stationed on A ring, but the Bureau was 180 degrees from the impact. I called my niece. Chip was TDY to Fort Drum for a week. This was also the fourth week of my teaching at Miami. I suspended my lessons and we talked. One nervous girl had a father who frequently traveled to New York, one had a friend at Bernard, one was from Long Island and her boyfriend was an NY fireman. I had always resented New York's self importance, why was a garbage strike in NY a "national" news story? Suddenly I understood how connected the rest of the nation, indeed the world, was to New York.
I drove home exhausted. Poured myself a massive scotch and began to catch the news up dates. Nephew Ned was fine. He had been in the tower earlier having taken the subway in to work and then walking through the no-longer-existing tunnel to his building. He felt the first crash. Many in the office picked up their things and began to run out, managers tried to stop them, screaming, "come back! No one gave you permission to leave!" Ned stayed and answered phone calls from frightened husbands, wives, children, lovers, all wanting to know what had happened to so and so. He looked out his window and saw the first few jumpers appear, then saw the second tower explode. With that he grabbed his back pack and di di maued from the place. He began the twenty some block walk back to his apartment and heard the first tower collapse.
My Long Island girl missed the next three classes and was a pain in the ass the rest of the semester. She poured out such a story of pity that I soon became suspicious and went to the counseling office. She had some legit concerns. Her FD boyfriend was not called to the scene. Her family never left Long Island except for rare visits to the city. She did have a girlfriend from high school in college just a few blocks from Ground Zero. Sue and Ken spent months with the smells and dirt from WTC. They had friends who worked there, but who all managed to survive.
I remembered the WWII incident when a B-25 flew into the side of the EmpireStateBuilding in a dense fog. It happened on a Saturday morning thus keeping deaths and injuries to a minimum ( http://history1900s.about.com/od/1940s/a/empirecrash.htm ).
It was just a story to keep my mind active at that point. I got my coffee pot going, straightened out my desk, fired up the computer and went into the school to check my mail box. There I found our 70 something secretary standing on a chair and reaching up to turn on the TV, "Did you hear?" she shouted, "one of our aircraft carriers hit the world trade center." That puzzled me. I knew the USS Intrepid was permanently berthed a few blocks north of the trade towers, but I wondered why we would send one of our current carriers that far north on the Hudson. Then I thought that what she meant was that a jet from one of our carriers had hit the tower? that was plausible. The morning news folks, a real collection of twits these days, kept the cameras on the tower and continued their, "Well what do you think must have happened?" blather when we suddenly saw a second plane appear on the screen. It made a magnificent slow turn, like something out of an airlines commercial, and then headed right at the second tower. Just seconds before it hit, Brian Gumdrop called out, "that's deliberate. We're under attack!" the first intelligent thing he had said in more than a decade of news work. I watched, fascinated, terrified, saddened all at the same time, my emotions tumbling about.
I went back to my office and began to call people. My wife, Kathy, was due to drive to St. Louis. I urged her to be extra careful. I called my Sister-in-law, Patty, did she know about the crash? Her son, Ned was a broker and worked in the WTC, but not in a tower. I thought about Sue and Ken, the couple that connected Kathy and me. They had purchased a condo in a coop on 63<SUP>rd</SUP> and Avenue of the Americas.
A news junkie, I was near a TV set every second I could. The school choose not to tell the kids, deciding instead to call every parent and give them a choice, "come and pick up your kid, or we'll tell them nothing and leave that chore up to you when they get home." Most remained, blissfully unaware of what was going on.
By lunch time I was aware of the attack on the Pentagon. They showed an aerial view and labeled the west outer ring. I don't know what was in A ring, the outermost, but I knew room 3035 on D ring quite well. That was where you filled out your paperwork for TDY (Temporary Duty) pay and benefits. I had been there quite often between 1990 and 1997. One of my nieces was married to a National Guard officer who was stationed on A ring, but the Bureau was 180 degrees from the impact. I called my niece. Chip was TDY to Fort Drum for a week. This was also the fourth week of my teaching at Miami. I suspended my lessons and we talked. One nervous girl had a father who frequently traveled to New York, one had a friend at Bernard, one was from Long Island and her boyfriend was an NY fireman. I had always resented New York's self importance, why was a garbage strike in NY a "national" news story? Suddenly I understood how connected the rest of the nation, indeed the world, was to New York.
I drove home exhausted. Poured myself a massive scotch and began to catch the news up dates. Nephew Ned was fine. He had been in the tower earlier having taken the subway in to work and then walking through the no-longer-existing tunnel to his building. He felt the first crash. Many in the office picked up their things and began to run out, managers tried to stop them, screaming, "come back! No one gave you permission to leave!" Ned stayed and answered phone calls from frightened husbands, wives, children, lovers, all wanting to know what had happened to so and so. He looked out his window and saw the first few jumpers appear, then saw the second tower explode. With that he grabbed his back pack and di di maued from the place. He began the twenty some block walk back to his apartment and heard the first tower collapse.
My Long Island girl missed the next three classes and was a pain in the ass the rest of the semester. She poured out such a story of pity that I soon became suspicious and went to the counseling office. She had some legit concerns. Her FD boyfriend was not called to the scene. Her family never left Long Island except for rare visits to the city. She did have a girlfriend from high school in college just a few blocks from Ground Zero. Sue and Ken spent months with the smells and dirt from WTC. They had friends who worked there, but who all managed to survive.
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OSUsushichic
Fired up! Ready to go!
wadc45;602762; said:
Wadc, I think you should bump your account of this. It was a great read. I truly cannot imagine witnessing this tragedy firsthand like you did.
I had just started my job at OSU and was doing some photocopying. One of my coworkers came into the room and told me that a plane hit the WTC. He made it sound like no big deal, that it was probably just a small plane -- pilot error kind of thing. However, when I found out a second plane hit, I knew it was no accident. (It's truly an alien feeling that your country is being attacked.) Another coworker had a TV in her office, so we camped out there all day. I was away from my cell phone most of that time, so when I went to check my messages, I had 25 missed calls from my ex-boyfriend in Arizona. He was afraid that the plane in Pennsylvania was going to crash somewhere in Columbus and wanted to make sure I was OK.
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StooGrimson
He drives around, all over the town...
DA-Bucks;602802; said:
His coverage was outstanding that day.
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OSUsushichic;602858; said:
here's the link to that thread...I've actually had a couple of conversations with buddies from NYC about that day. I didn't think it would really hit home today like it has, but it really started to sink in watching the Giants game last night. I usually do not watch any of the documentaries or movies about 9/11 but it was tough to ignore the impact while watching the fans at Giants Stadium last night.
http://www.buckeyeplanet.com/forum/showthread.php?t=11735
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I was in a dynamics class, had just finished a test. Went out in the hallway to watch some TV, and CNN was on covering the first crash. I remember thinking "how in the blue hell does a pilot fly a plane into a building?''. Minutes later, the second hit and I knew my life had changed forever. Hard to believe its been half a decade...
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