Thank you for starting this thread oldpanther.
What a sad, sad day it was. Especially for those who lost family and dear friends. This day still brings me pain inside and tears to my eyes.
ON THAT DAY... I was in my lower manhattan apartment. I relive the horror of that day often. Walking outside my place as firetruck after firetruck and ambulance after ambulance and police car after police car were raced by me towards the smoking towers. Watching those smoking towers with a sudden feeling of shock when the first one fell accompanied by the loud screams from the crowd of New Yorkers gathered in the middle of the street. I was panning up the tower with my video camera when the first tower fell, never thinking it would fall. I just remember saying to myself, "This can't be happening! This can't be happening! It has to be a bad dream"
Living days, weeks and even months latter in an area that felt like a war zone with such devastation and sadness all around us. Seeing firefighters still putting out fires and workers still digging for bodies and busses of police officers and workers passing my place as if it were a war zone (which in a way I guess it was). Living in an area where no traffic or pedestrians were permitted without identification that showed you either lived there, were emergency officials, or were part of the 9/11 work crew. Deserted streets (except for those emergency vehicles) and closed stores throughout the area.
Still the saddest is seeing the family members who have lost loved ones (so many of them were little kids at the time when they lost a father or mother). So many good and innocent people died. This event has deeply changed me forever. I almost never used to cried. I've noticed that since the event occurred, I get much more emotional and I tear up much more quickly these days than normal. I feel so sorry that so many lost their lives so tragically and that their loved ones have to go on living without them.