Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: Southeastern PA
I had only lived in America for two months at the time.
I had the TV on and my mom called me from England. My mother is the type to talk for a week about an insignificant news story, so she told me that a plane had hot a building in America and I turned the TV off so I could talk to her.
I then had a job interview, the traffic was terrible as everyone in MI had left work and was trying to get home. The boss was amazed that I showed up, but I didn't know what had happened. He wasn't in the mood to interview me, so took me to lunch instead.
My lasting memory, and my nightmares after watching so much TV in the next few weeks, was all of the people holding up photos behind every news camera. I could not reconcile all of the people missing and/or dead.
Slight tangent - Allison, people do have a lot of feelings for fallen heros. A K9 officer recently lost his life in the town closest to me, he was shot and killed by someone he was attempting to arrest. His dog has been retired to his pregnant widow as the dog was a hero and pulled out the officers body from the scene and would not allow another office to enter the house. There has been a public outpouring of grief for the young man who was a volunteer firefighter, served two terms in Iraq and then a K9 officer.