I'll never forget that day. Remember it like it was yesterday. I was in the city working in midtown on 6th Ave and 48th St. Got the call from my wife that a "small plane" had crashed into the WTC. Someone had the news on and it quickly became apparent that it wasn't a small plane and when the second one hit we knew it wasn't an accident. My boss had called a meeting on Park Ave. and insisted on having it despite what was taking place. I walked over from 6th Ave. and could see the smoking towers as I looked down 6th Ave., 5th Ave. and Madison Ave. Get to the meeting and they have the TVs on in the conference room. Then, incredulously, he decides to turn them off and have the meeting. When we were done with the pointless and meaningless meeting, we put the TVs back on and one of the towers had fallen. I cautiously made my way back to my 6th Ave. office, called my good friend and he and I met at a nearby bar (Pig & Whistle on 48th St.) and drank a few scotches as we watched things on the TV. Then we both decided to try and make our way home. Him to Brooklyn and me to NJ. I walked across town and it seemed like everyone was on the street. I was headed to the ferries as the subways, PATH trains and NJ Transit trains from the city were not running. I got to the river and the entire 12th Avenue was jammed with people. There was a line for the ferry that stretched for at least 12 blocks. Only it wasn't so much a "line" as it was a very long mass of people. Eerily the sky was clear blue. An otherwise perfect day. And in spite of all the people out there, there was silence. No one was really talking. Instead all eyes were trained downtown towards the smoking ruins. And every so often two fighter jets would scream overhead as they patrolled the skies around the city. And unmarked government vehicles would occassionally fly down 12th Avenue towards downtown, either alone or in groups. And there was no cell phone reception. I'd say it took me about 5 to 6 hours to get on a ferry. Again, complete silence. And there was the visible presence of Marshalls in the dark blue wind breakers with the word "MARSHALL" on the back and a gun at his side. Total silence for the entire ride from midtown to the Hoboken Terminal and just a clear view of the smoking ruins. Caught a train from Hoboken to my town. It was a lonely and depressing ride. I got home and immediately turned on the TV and poured myself the first of several scotches. And I watched the news for several hours. It was too much for my wife. I knew some people who died that day, mostly old friends or classmates from high school. Fortunately I didn't have any closer friends pass that day. We can never forget.I remember that day all too well, I was at home (Florida at the time) watching TV as it all happened.
My thoughts today are with the families of all who were, and still are, affected.
I remember thinking the same as your sister at the time, hoping that there were enough cool heads that the Middle East would not be turned into a glass parking lot in the next few days. Thankfully that was so. Yes, things were never the same again. To this day we are still paying for the after effects of 9/11.I was 12 years old at the time, at home playing my Playstation in the lounge... I vividly remember my sister rushing into the house shouting "It's world war 3!!!" ...Not quite, but things would never be the same again.