Where were you when the Twin Towers was attacked?

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I was in bed in the uk with a deprived married woman, for an afternoon of wild sex.

For several hours myself and the woman I was with did not know it was happening as we were too busy having fun.

After we finished I popped into town and passed a TV shop and saw a crowd of people gathered around the shop window watching the attack on tv.

The woman I was with had lots of missed calls from her husband, so god knows how she got out of that one 🙈
 
We had just come out of a meeting where I was working when the news was breaking about a disaster in New York. There was a number of us gathered in the large conference room watching in disbelief as the disaster was unfolding on TV. When the second plane hit, it dawned on us all that our country was under attack. As we were not sure what further would happen, the management decided to send everyone home. Our son was in elementary school at the time. I went and signed him out and went home. My husband came home about an hour later and we spent the day watching the developments. What a horrible day that was.
 
We had just come out of a meeting where I was working when the news was breaking about a disaster in New York. There was a number of us gathered in the large conference room watching in disbelief as the disaster was unfolding on TV. When the second plane hit, it dawned on us all that our country was under attack. As we were not sure what further would happen, the management decided to send everyone home. Our son was in elementary school at the time. I went and signed him out and went home. My husband came home about an hour later and we spent the day watching the developments. What a horrible day that was.
A very horrible day. One of the worst things I have ever seen. But at the time totally oblivious, to what was happening.
 
Working and a guy came over and told me about the first. No details so I assumed it was just like a piper cub. The second one it was easy to figure out what was happening.
 
At work. After the second tower was hit, the entire staff gathered in the conference room for prayer. I led the prayer for a group including Christians, Muslims, Jews, Hindus, one Buddhist, and several whose faith I did not know. It was the first non-sectarian prayer I ever led.
 
My unit had the day off. I was playing golf on an Air Force Base just outside Washington D.C., one of the gentlemen in our group received a phone call informing him of the first aircraft striking the WTC. It was assumed to be an accident. Not long after he received another call informing him that the second plane had struck the second tower. He and I both left the course – him to his job at the pentagon, me to home to track the story before going into work. I spent the remainder of the day supervising the preparation/loading of fighter aircraft soon to be flown on combat air patrols over the D.C. area. That evening I stood on the flightline and watched Air Force One return President Bush to the capital.
 
I was working in a remote area with no radio or phone. When I got back home, I had many calls from friends on the recorder. I thought at first it was a joke. I had been wondering why there were so many military planes were flying over the area. Probably due to the very large dam nearby.
 
Standing in my bedroom in front of our old and huge dresser, putting on my tie while watching the news as I did most mornings. I seem to remember those images better than I remember stuff that happened earlier this week.
 
I was 9. Eating breakfast in the living room before school. Waiting for dragon ball z to start. Episode where goku goes super sayin for the first time vs Freiza.
 
I was at the top of the WTC one year prior to it happening. I still have the visitors ticket.
 
At work, on the phone with my mother discussing my first student loan repayment bill from grad school, which had just come in the mail (I just paid off the last of my loans this past September, for perspective's sake). Got an email from my boss saying two planes had crashed into the WTC, and my first thought was it was some daredevil stunt gone wrong. As I was saying my goodbyes to Mom, I remember saying "I'm going to go find out what's going on at the World Trade Center," and she didn't know what I was talking about.

When I got across the hall where the boss' secretary had a little desktop TV set, I learned I didn't know anything about it either. The first thing I heard was "passenger jet" and I realized I had it all wrong. There was only so much to learn from the first reports, so I went back to my desk figuring I could still get some work done. But almost as soon as I had settled myself again, my officemate hung up from a phone call and said, "A plane just hit the Pentagon!"

I can't recall if there was an official order to evacuate or if we all just collectively decided to get out of Dodge, as this was in DC and no one knew if there were more planes still headed our way (we now know, of course, that there was one, although it never made it). I made my way down to the Fourteenth Street Bridge and hitched a ride across it in the back of a pickup truck (pedestrians weren't allowed), and seeing no alternative, I headed for home (Alexandria) on foot. I walked past the Pentagon while it was still on fire, and borrowed a stranger's BlackBerry to send my mother an email saying I was ok. I remember at that point I knew one of the towers had fallen, but didn't know about the other one.
 
I was at work in a healthcare clinic. One of our doctors brought out his portable tv just in time to see the second plane crashing into the second tower.
 
I was in bed in the uk with a deprived married woman, for an afternoon of wild sex.
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Same here in the US only that was the morning before. On the 11th I had just turned on the NBC morning show. They had the NY skyline in the background and I watched the first plane and then the second hit the towers. When the first one hit I said to myself, "Osama Bin Laden".
 
Were you really?

So the above is an interesting listen. Long story short, memory research showed that people’s memory of what they were doing when significant events happened was subject to memory drift, or some term. That is, one year they insisted they were ironing clothes and a year later they in another room in the house doing something else or maybe even shopping when they heard or saw it on tv.

When Brian Williams recalled being in the chopper that got shot at, people freaked out and he lost his job. Memory experts heard the story and shrugged; memory drift, happens all the time.
 
I was catching a preview of future events. The entire nation went fucking apeshit in fear. The overreactions with security lockdowns and violations of civil rights were a preview of the more severe and more disastrously stupid covid lockdowns.
 
I was in my room playing a game on my computer. A housemate was watching the TV and yelled for me to come look.

I came to the living room in time to see the second plane hit. I was saddened but not shocked as I'd seen worse.

Went back to my computer hoping someone wouldn't use this as an excuse to do something stupid. On this I was disappointed.
 
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