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September 11, 2005
Four Years Later
Today is September 11, 2005. Cheryl and I just finished watching "The Flight That Fought Back" on the Discovery channel. Seeing the reconstructed rendition of what happened on United Flight 93 was quite sad. However, it was also encouraging seeing heroes emerge. People who knew that there lives on earth would soon be over and that the best they could hope for was saving the lives of others.
Nearly everyone of the previous generation remembers where they were when JFK was shot. For my generation we all have indelible imprints of where we were on September 11, 2001 when we heard the news. For me I heard it from the radio station on my alarm clock at approximately 9 AM. I was laying on the floor at my trailer in Auburn, AL, waking up so I could head to Human Computer Interaction. After watching the news for several minutes I left to go to class; however, after hearing that the first tower collapsed on the radio, I never made it. Instead I spent the day stunned in front of the TV with friends.
Four years later it is still sad to reflect on those events, particularly when watching programs that discuss the real people that were involved, the fathers, husbands, wives, daughters, etc. And, equally as sad, is the realization that likely many more will die in this conflict... that despite all the advances of humanity in terms of technology and civilization, peace still seems as elusive as ever.
Posted by harris at September 11, 2005 11:05 PM
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I remember the morning very vividly as well. I had some time before I went to and I was eating a bowl of cereal and watching ESPN Sports Center. It must have been a repeat of Sports Center because they did not mention it. But when I got into my car and I was on the way to school the morning DJ's were talking about some great calamity. I had no idea what they were talking about but they were getting good information as well as really bad info as well. They said that the Mall in D.C. was on fire.
When I got to work I tried to log into CNN.com but the site was down. Then I went down to the little Korean deli in our building. They had a tv but it wasn't hooked up to cable, just programming over the air. No one ever watched the TV before but it seemed like everyone in the buiding was down there wathing it. As soon as I got there I saw the second plane hit and then later I saw the first tower go down. I never imagined that such events would happen in our country in my lifetime.
Posted by: Eran Kriegshauser at September 13, 2005 10:34 AM
I remember my first view of the TV vividly. I was getting ready for work after having been up late. I walked in to our living room and Catie had just turned the news on. The first thing we saw was the footage of the second plane slamming into the building. I sat down on our couch, stunned. From there, it just played out like a bad intro to a B rated movie. Each step progressively more impossible to believe, each tidbit of news impossible to incorporate into my worldview. I just sat there, watching the news, watching all the channels replay the same videos for 2 hours.
Posted by: Wes Moulder at September 23, 2005 05:02 PM