On September 11, 2001, I was driving to my office on Long Island. I'd heard on the radio that a plane had hit the North Tower of the World Trade Center, with speculation that the pilot had suffered a heart attack. When the female DJ screamed as the second plane hit the South Tower, I knew that life in America had changed forever. I got to my office and watched the towers burn across the bay, and heard fighter jets going by overhead. Later, co-workers and I went to a pub and watched the scene over and over on television. There was a man at the bar sobbing and muttering to himself. Turns out he was a fireman who had retired the week before. His entire fire company was dead. Ten years have passed and I lost no one I loved on September 11. Still, memories of that day burn hard in mind.
Where were you and what were you doing on 9-11? Please comment below. I'd really like to hear.