Rather than type it up again, I'll just quote my reply from one of the older threads:
Quote (Surfpunk @ Sep 11 2018 11:53am)
I remember my alarm clock going off that morning to the local rock station's morning show, and the crew was saying something about how a "Cessna flew into the WTC" or something like that. The networks didn't break into radio feeds yet, so I didn't think much of it. I did get up, do the morning usual, then turned the TV on in the living room just in time to see the 2nd plane hit live. Immediate thought was "That's no fucking Cessna", and I was just dumbstruck by what I was seeing on the TV. I Had to work that day, so I went about getting ready for work, while the TV was still going. I called my wife, who was already at work, to tell her what was going on. As I was on the way to my first job of the day, she Santara called me and told me that the first tower had fallen. I can't remember the last time I had such a sinking feeling in my gut like that. I got to my first job, and that client had the TV on as well. I was able to finish that job, but my mind was so full of fuck that I ended up canceling the rest of my jobs for the day.
Later that evening, we drove over to the aircraft viewing area at MSP International (where I used to work), and it was the most eerie sound I've ever heard: Absolute silence. MSP isn't O'Hare or JFK, but it's a pretty damned busy airport. And to sit there and see no movement on the tarmac, and hear NOTHING, was unreal. The only sounds came from above, from the F-16s that were flying Combat Air Patrol over Minneapolis.
This post was edited by Surfpunk on Sep 11 2020 08:50am