The beautiful weather was up and down the east coast. New York, Virginia, and Pennsylvania skies were blue. I was in Atlanta, Georgia, the day America was attacked and terrorized. The report of the first plane hitting the 1st tower in New York came over the radio as it played talk radio on my truck as I was working. The initial report sounded like another bone head pilot in a private plane. However, the horror of the next moments as the second plane hit and the reports from Virginia were reported as I was unloading my product in a store.
Driving into the parking lot of my next stop, I noticed two men in the parking lot looking up as if they were surprised to see a plane against the blue sky back drop. The Atlanta airport was not that far from our vantage in southwest Atlanta. I was greeted with the news about the second plane hitting the second tower in New York. The men in the parking lot heard about the unprecedented grouding of all flights in America. I dutifully worked and went home not long after the news of the two other planes crashing.
Once home, my wife was also home. We gathered around a little black and white TV in our bedroom. Looking in disbelief, we watched the buildings fall and the fire burning at the Pentagon. All we keep saying was that “this is unbelievable and surreal.” Before I got home, I called my sister, who lived in New Jesey. I talked to her only after calling several times because the whole New York and New Jersey area was flooded with calls. She said she and her family were fine.
The evening of 911, we all were traumatized and already knew the world had just changed as we listened to rescue efforts and conjecture on who was responsible.
What major historical events do you remember?
Constance 