Thoughts and Prayers *Updated*

You will find the right words to say.

I watched the towers fall at the Tate Center. I was walking out of a Legal studies class and people were discussing the first plane strike as I walked down Stanford Drive. I rushed to the Tate center to see what was going on and I saw the second plane strike. I can still remember how I felt at that moment but I still can't describe it.

God Bless America and Frick MUSLIM extremists.

Turns out olddawg ain't so old after all

Prayers for you. I'm sure you'll do a great job. Thanks for doing this.

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I was in the 6th grade

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But on a serious note,

I worked for Delta Air Lines. They shut all operations down and grounded all planes. Then they sent everyone home. Police were blocking roads as thousands of us got in our cars and filed out of work. Lanes of traffic were blocked by the police as we went on I-75. All flights (Commercial air traffic) were grounded for several days. It was real quiet to be at an airport as the familiar engine noise from aircraft was missing.

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I just want to have the right words to say while up there.

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Carefully consider how you felt when you heard the news. Take enough time and write down the words. You don't have to memorize it like a speech but list the key points. Practice looking at yourself in the mirror only when you deliver slowly turn your head and scan the audience pausing here and there as if you were talking directly only to individuals in the audience. In other words, make it personal because everyone in the audience was likely affected personally in one way or another.

I had graduated from Georgia that August and moved to Jackson, Wy in the beginning of September. We had gone out that night September 10th and the morning of September 11th my mom called me and woke me up when the first tower was hit. That was about 6:45 A.M. Mountain Time.

Through my hungover drunken haze, my and my roommates turned on the radio as the cable had not yet been installed in our place. We strained to hear the NPR station that has hard to pick up in the mountains. When the man started screaming that the second tower had been hit, we all knew that our nation was under attack. At that time with no tv, we could only use our imagination.

I had to go into work about 10 that morning at The Cadillac Grille. As I walked through the square in the middle of town, I didn't see a soul when what was usually a very busy time out there. When I walked into work I saw that all the people that were usually out and about were crammed well over fire code into the restaurant and the only sound you could here were the two tv's. Very, very eerie.

Watching the videos that day almost made me relive the experience twice because my imagination that I used before couldn't comprehend the images I was now seeing. This stuff only happens in movies. Not in real life.

I know "Never Forget" becomes almost cliche, but I can assure you this American will remember always.

Shitty day. Still lots of unanswered questions, like how does a steel building that has not been hit by a plane, crash to the ground from internal fires. Google Building 7.

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like how does a steel building that has not been hit by a plane, crash to the ground from internal fires.

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this...if one looks into things....they aren't as clear they seemed on that day...lots of questions marks...i didnt want to turn this thread into that...but...it is what it is...

but...people died...and that in itself is worth getting patriotic about...and worth remembering...RIP all those we lost!!

I was in 7th grade and just coming out of football practice (in south Texas, football practice was at 6am due to oppressive heat and humidity and that was our first period class). I walked into an algebra class and the teacher was crying. None of us really knew why she was crying, but she turned the tv on and we quickly found out. A good bit of kids got picked up early from school that day by their parents. It was and will forever be one of the worst days in American history, and I still get worked up thinking about it.