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Where Were You Five Years Ago?

slvrblue

11/9/06 18:27

I was in Idaho on holidays with Sharon and Doris. The day was something out of a movie or a Tom Clancey Novel....Sharon was saying that she thought it was an earthquake.... Doris was sure it was a terrorist attack, and I didn't know what to think. All I could think of was when the first tower collapsed was "Lars-Erik!" A person whom I had emailed with on our Roxette Mailing list. We all knew he worked there. He always signed his emails, 'kind regards, Lars Erik Olsen- WTC'....
He wrote us all on Sept 12th thank the Gods he is alive. I hope happier times come to you L.E.O....

My condolences to everyone around the world who's minds are at ground zero, or at the pentagon or in a field in Pensylvania.... my good wishes are all for you.

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• gurux

  12/9/06 05:16 (UTC)

  

  It was the day before my grandmother was flying in from Nova Scotia. I actually had the day off work, and had forgotten to turn off the alarm. When the radio went off (about 7:30am), I heard some ramblings about the World Trade Center, though it took me a few minutes to realize what was happening. My first thought was that I was still dreaming and this wasn't happening.
  
  At about 9am, I stumbled out of bed, just as Mario (one of our borders) opened his door. He asked if I heard what was happening, and I was like "huh?" Then he showed me the events airing on TV, and I was really shocked. I just could not believe my eyes.
  
  Later on in the afternoon (around 2pm), I went downtown for a bit and EVERYTHING was silent -- I've never felt the air so still (despite a breeze), and it was just eerie. There was no way I could be "happy" on a day like that -- and it was obvious nobody else was either.

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• finnyb

  12/9/06 05:46 (UTC)

  

  First screenwriting class of my second year at Emerson. The head of the department came into the room as the teacher was introducing himself and said all classes were canceled for the day and that we were to go directly back to our dorms (or the student union, for those who lived near enough to commute to school--the school didn't want anyone trying to leave, though some people did anyway). When we all wanted to know why, he said something about planes crashing into the WTC, and that was all he knew, but they were worried about a possible attack on Boston.
  
  I wasn't worried about Boston, or myself. All I could think about, as I stumbled, tear-blinded, back across campus (it's a wonder I didn't get run over, really, considering the roads--Beacon Street, Charles Street, and Boylston, if I'm remembering right; my dorm, the LB, was right across from the Boylston T-stop), was the Russian-made map of the States I'd seen back in high school; the only cities marked were D.C. and Colorado Springs (due to the presence of NORAD, deep inside Cheyenne Mountain). Yeah, the map was circa-Cold War, and the base was constructed to withstand a nuclear--possibly *thermo*nuclear--attack (hence burying it inside a mountain), but the city *isn't*. And the city pretty much goes right up *to* the mountain--my father (a concrete contractor) has *worked* up there, doing something with the antennas various radio stations use.
  
  So, yeah, as bad as it is (given where the planes actually hit), all I could think about was the Springs and what would/could happen to the city if anyone took it into his or her head to attack NORAD. After all, at that point in time, we (my class, that is) didn't know anything more about the current events than what the department head told us; focusing on NORAD made sense. (To me, at least--no one else I met seemed to know of NORAD's existance, much less its location.)
  
  Anyhow, that's enough memories (of those particular happenings) for tonight. I've already taken up too much space, and I'm not feeling so good anyway. Sorry!
  
  

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