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Remember when those planes crashed into the world trade centre?
I even went to the New York Times webpage, nothing there either. I suppose it isn't really morning there yet.
Me: At work smashing F5 on an internet browser.
how times have changed.
did my nut in when we found out we were in mid air when it happened, to this day
watched it on the TV in Malia while drinking a fishbowl OIOI
I was a proper grown up by then
PCs weren't used in every lesson and don't think I had a phone at that point. No reason for me to find out until I got home, tbh.
Fuck's sake. Shut this thread down mods. Pointless now.
and we were allowed to leave early if we had no lessons in the afternoon. I got in at about 2 and as far as I recall BBC One was showing a single smoking tower instead of Diagnosis Murder. It wasn't until the second plane went in that it was obvious to me it was something other than a horrific accident.
Not paying any attention to the radio and then seeing if it had made the internet break when I got home and it blowing my mind that it had.
watching it all out of the window.
there were rumours of planes heading towards Canary Wharf and all sorts of shit.
The telly in our house had broken so we had to drag this huge CRT telly down from the spare room (must have weighed about 40kg) so watch the footage when we got in. Just stood there watching the footage being repeated over and over again.
and for some reason I turned over to the news shortly before the second plane hit.
Then I went round my girlfriend's house and she said it was a bit boring. Then I went to the pub with my mates and we had a big argument about who we reckoned had done it.
and my neighbour came running out of her house screaming my name and then saying 'Oh god! It's terrible, it's terrible come inside quick!' I seriously thought both my parents had died in a horrible accident and when she dragged me in and I saw the footage on the news, my first thought was 'Oh thank god my parents are fine!' :-S
pretty weird to think i was just sat there by myself watching thousands of people die. wouldn't want my kids to do that :(
I don't think any of us grasped the magnitude of what happened. No one allowed us to watch TV in school or anything like that.
I saw the second plane live on the rolling news. I watched it non-stop that evening, from the partial collapse of the first tower to the complete flattening, then the Pentagon plane and field one.
My parents were in London at the theatre. My dad asked me to send him a message with anything that happened.
then went to play Championship Manager. My Mum called me downstairs to watch the TV. Later on I went to a mate's house, watched a tower fall down, then went into town to buy some guitar stuff. Nice of them to let Neighbours finish before going to a newsflash. I remember the city centre being quite quiet.
so my parents had to fly to Ireland for the funeral that afternoon (Itish Catholic funerals take place very quickly in Ireland for reasons I can't fathom) - it was my first day at sixth form, I slumped home and got a text from someone I was sort of seeing at the time who told me to turn my TV on and I spent the rest of the afternoon watching it unravel (saw the 2nd plane go in) and wait anxiously for my parents to call to say they had got to Ireland alright. My mum phoned, had no idea what the World Trade Centre was and wondered what all the fuss was about.
I also vividly remember going to see Moulin Rouge in the cinema that evening.
was weird seeing trailers for romantic comedies beforehand with the Twin Towers in as general NY skyline footage.
I was working in a coffee shop in my university holidays, finished at 4pm and had no idea why the past couple of hours had been so quiet.
because I got home and saw the second tower get hit.
"did you hear a plane has crashed into the twin towers?! anyway let's get your CV faxed"
later that eve i eyeballed a plane overhead and a random guy in the street laughed at me.
In an office, my Belgium colleagues were very reflective about it, there was no hyperbole, although there was wonderment at the visuals.
The thought I can remember from that day (apart from rewatching the planes impact....which we all did.... because we are visual fetishists) was I wonder how long it will take them to kill a similar number of arab civilians in return
(I realise that the use of the word 'arab' might be accused of as being racist, but I am being trying to do a verbatim anecdote, and you will see from its context that in fact I am resigned but cynically against the killing of innocent civilians in a tit for tat)
despite my cynicism I was still surprised that the US chose Iraq for its 'revenge' for the twin towers (I say this as this was the media representation to the US populace for being a major reason for the second modern armed conflict against Iraq)
it was a strangely mundane way to hear about it, I thought it must have been a light aircraft at first
This nation that I love
Has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin' in
From somewhere in the back
9th of November innit
Not sure anything will ever quite equal that in terms of being a helpless spectator
and seeing it live on telly. my friend's mum was meant to take us swimming that evening but canceled out of respect.
A guy stood up and shouted "A plane has just crashed into the World Trade Center!".
My over-riding memory of that day was being on the phone to my friend. She was at home watching it all unfold on TV. We were chatting away, then she stopped mid-sentence. Silence for about 10 seconds, then "the entire building has just collapsed...."
Still chills my bones.
Remember the next day our form tutor (who as it turns out was a bit weird) cancelled first period so she could describe to us in great detail the consequences of a nuclear winter.
She got sacked for telling us we were all going to hell because Tony Blair had followed Bush into war :/
Turning on the TV and watching an hour of The Usual Suspects on VHS before my Mum got home and couldn't believe I'd been oblivious to what had happened.
when my mate text me to say "world war 3 is coming!"
they had a tv in the lounge bit of the studio and we turned it on about 2 minutes before the second plane hit, i remember sitting in my mates house later that night with a load of my other friends seriously discussing how we'd probably all end up conscripted if it turned into another world war, ill-informed probably but terrifying all the same
The plane never took off. Listened to the radio on the way back from the airport, and didn't see the TV pictures until hours later.
My boss was on an earlier plane that got diverted to Halifax, where he spent 5 days on a camp bed in a sports hall before returning to the UK.
Our teacher was all like OMGZ and kept on looking out of the window. He seemed to think that Old Trafford was a valid target. My great aunt passed away 2 minutes before the second plane hit. My mum had been at the hospital all day and thought that the news reports were a film that I was watching, when she got home.
so he'd got home, seen the news, and was cycling back up towards the school telling everyone.
I'd stood on top of the WTC only 9 months before. Didn't believe him. Still makes me feel really weird (freaks my nut) to think about it today to be honest.
and told me she couldn't believe what was happening and sat me in front of the TV. Can't remember where we were at then in terms of events, if I watched the second tower fall, it all blurs together. I didn't realise the magnitude at all until I went to school the next day and saw all the teachers. Paper round was awful for a while as well, massive heavy papers (not that that's the real tragedy here).
Had to do it in shifts, they were too big to carry.
One of my overriding memories was not understanding the magnitude of it until the next day at school.
one of those 'holy shit' moments you're always going to vividly remember
I mean, by all logic, I would have been in school. But I have no specific memory of it.
She survived though, just. After the first tower was hit, over the intercom in the second tower they were telling everyone to stay in their offices. If she'd done that, she would've died. She was running down the stairs when the plane hit, a few storeys above.
My uncle was working a few blocks away. No-one could get out of Manhattan- as is well documented, hotels put their prices up a lot to exploit their captive customers. Pretty sick really.
I got home from school to find my Grandma freaking out. She said that one of the towers had been knocked down by a plane, and I thought she was exaggerating or getting confused, I soon realised she wasn't.
Really glad your family was okay in the end!
It's surreal being so close to such a huge world event. Even when I hear my aunt talking about it, it's like I'm listening to someone I don't know on a documentary.
there was nothing remarkable about that day. I was at the start of year 9. funny to think of, in this age of instant dissemination of information, that I could finish school, get the 102 then the 7 home, arrive back at nearly five completely oblivious.
I was horror-struck. obviously I had no ready sense of pragmatism. just a nascent idea that two wrongs =/= a right which was easily overcome by burning anger. borne from compassion, though, but yeah, I was very much "get them, the bastards, whoever did it".
I can't remember if they'd gone down already or if I'd finished early for some reason and I just saw a replay of it happening. when I saw the towers collapse, I felt my stomach flip. you know, like when you go down a death slide or something.
flying into the world trade centre was pretty remarkable mate.
then I walked the dog to have a bit of a think about it, and met my mate Big Daz who was complaining that it had happened on his birthday. "Why always me?" he said, without irony.
Big Daz was a wanker.
it's really boring when 9/11 comes up in conversation and somebody thinks whatever inane thing they were doing at the time is of any interest
where they were when they heard about the defining news event of their generation.
Are you a robot, Crispin?
only takes a slight bit of objective analysis to realize hey maybe this actually isn't a story worth telling
but most people are that way. they can't differentiate between what's interesting to them and what's interesting to other people. if they could, everybody would be (good) standups and novelists and comment is free writers.
if people only ever told stories that were worthy of novels or stand up routines then the world would be a whole lot quieter.
I wonder if back the day when people used to say, 'everybody knows where they were the day Kennedy was shot' it was quickly followed up by somebody yelling, 'but whatever you do DON'T EVER TELL ANYONE you BORING TWATS.'
so i don't know were to take this now
I'm pretty sure my 'Big Daz was a wanker' story is about up to the usual Comment is Free standards.
our only participation in the event, and we all had that through the media one way or another, so we are reliving our Experiances of it......its a bit weird that its Soooooooooo talked about, but I hope that's cos of its spectacular visuals (which is the way that the modern west pays most attention to) rather than the fact that it happened to the US.
There are plenty of other large losses of life that are horrible, its difficult to know how much of the inattention that we pay to those is due to them being 'unimportant' third worlders, or whether there are not accompanying visuals, that are so spectacular (although the tsunami in japan when we see someone driving the wrong way, to their doom is so affecting) (I find that somehow more tearful than the towers spectacular......perhaps because your inwardly shouting 'turn around')
I find the quotidian contrast to the epochal news in these stories endlessly compelling.
but then I guess I have a well-developed, not-at-all-stunted emotional intelligence with which I can appreciate these things, and I probably shouldn't lord it over people who only see experience life in jarring extremes.
to not give a shit what the average person happened to be doing at the time of the attacks? going to watch west ham isn't suddenly more notable because some berks crashed a plane on the same day.
and the news broke, and there were murmers in the crowd, rumour and conjecture abound, the news makes it onto the pitch, no ones quite sure whether to carry on or not, everyone is suddenly humbled by the enormity of what's happened and is looking at each other with a collective sense of confusion and fear..
That would be a bit more notable than your average nil-nil, no?
but that's not what happened
it's the contrast between ordinary and extraordinary that's profound. how do you not get that?
most of most people's lives are a succession of unimportant things. it's amazing to read stories of people who were there, or close, but there's also a strangeness, an eerie vertiginous feel of those events looming suddenly large in whatever flat, ordinary continuity.
the extraordinary of that day affected everybody's ordinary, so most of those stories are utterly ten a penny and all mostly alike.
i made fun of eltham's football thing, but it's actually a better story because it ties in a secondary cultural reference point and makes it more of a unique event. we were all at work, walking home from school, buying some fags.
Never heard of the world trade centre/ twin towers before that to be honest. Think the significance didn't hit until got home and news was everywhere
and my mum was sat watching it on TV. I really didnt understand it at the time, found it a bit boring cause i wanted to watch CITV or whatever. Only when I looked up actually watching it I grasped it
About 5 posts above yours.
Just up there^
I remember my innocent mind at the time thinking it was just some wacky races chancer in a biplane somehow landing on the roof and I chuckled about it. Then put on the radio and realised what had actually happened.
Went to see Reading vs West Ham in the Coca-Cola Cup that night. It was a dull 0-0 draw AET and Reading won on penalties. The atmosphere was really odd tbh.
Only thing I heard about it was from the office porter when I nipped out for a fag, and assumed it was just more of his usual bullshit.
that 'Remember Me' film entry... truly outrageous.
he looked at his phone and said "fuck some terrorists have blown up the world trade centre". I didn't know what the world trade centre was so i just kind of tutted in a "cuh, typical" kind of a way.
As if it was self evident that meant two planes had crashed into some buildings as an act of political violence in New York. I was 11.
I think the subsequent thirteen years might be the worst in human history.
Imagine the people who lived through The Black Death would have some fairly strong dissenting opinions.
when they built the ladder to heaven?
The DJ on the local radio station reported the first plane hitting as if it was a one man aircraft piloted by an idiot - he actually laughed reporting it. We had a wall of televisions tuned to BBC before they started broadcasting live, saw the whole thing unfold after that. One girl who worked there decided to browse the Argos catalogue instead as 'it was boring'. She sums up disaffected youth for me.
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