Yes, i do remember where i was and the picture perfect weather that day. A high school classmate died in one of the towers.

I was very disturbed by so much coverage of the queen’s death and not enough remembrance of 9-11. I fear future generations will not understand the horror of the day, as so many whoare young know very little of Pearl Harbor Day. .

We were at the car dealer's for servicing, and a TV was on in the waiting area. One of my sisters lived in the city at the time, and worked near the area, so of course we were very concerned for her safety. Thank goodness she didn't go to work that day. Other family and friends lived nearby, and still do, so of course we were in touch with them throughout the following days and months.

I just remember the same video loop of the plane crashing being played over and over.

We lived in Florida then and I was gardening in the front yard. I was listening to the radio when the news report came in. It was very confusing, the broadcasters themselves were hesitant reading the reports. We did not have a television and I did not see the footage until many years later. In the aftermath our daughter was terrified, our older son was quite worried and our youngest, who was in fourth grade at the time, was traumatized by the tv coverage he saw at school. The school principal said afterwards none of the adults were thinking—they were all glued to the images. Our daughter competed in the irish dancing world championships the following March and we had many discussions about cancelling the trip. In the end we went but were all very nervous during every flight.

My son was working in DC, we were living in northern NY, DD was traveling in Australia, DH at work treating patients. I had been watching the news but was somewhat confused as to what was happening. DS called and we watched and speculated for a long time. He then called his sister to tell her he loved her.

I, too, fear the significance of this event has and continues to fade.

I remember it all vividly. Listening to talk radio when the first plane hit, coincidentally the host was someone pretty plane/flight savvy. He knew immediately it was not a small plane or accidental as was the initial speculation but he held back commentary. I turned on the TV immediately and kept the radio on. I didn't really fear for my sons' safety at their schools but just wanted them close. At some point that night DH and I decided we could not watch it on repeat anymore.

I think it's a given that significance fade with time until/unless the following generations experience something of similar consequence when they are of an age to equate the two. I certainly didn't understand Pearl Harbor when I was young but 9/11 gave me a different perspective.

There is a very good article in today’s NYT about how the event is taught, or not, in different countries around the world. Young people from several countries are interviewed and their responses to various questions are on video to view within the article.

Kswl, thanks thanks. I will look for that.

I was stationed with the Air Force in Florida; my middle brother was stationed at Pearl Harbor with the Army; our youngest brother was stationed at Camp Pendleton with the Corps; my husband (we weren't married at the time) was in Bosnia with Army (something I can guarantee none remember but yet it's still tenuous). It was challenging to say the least.

Life in the military was not the same after that. Our middle brother was a logistic supply vehicle engineer was quickly dispatched; my Marine corps brother was a gunner but didn't deploy until 2005 after the 2003 strike. I was not an advon deployable unit so my time came in 2004.

My husband worked (and still works) on Capitol Hill. He called me and told me to turn on the television after an airplane hit the first tower. And I was watching a local broadcast from the Pentagon just as the plane hit it. His office was advised to evacuate, with thousands of others in DC. I called my husband and implored him not to use the Metro. Fortunately he had a bicycle in a locker nearby, and rode that home. He could see smoke rising from the Pentagon. Our children's elementary school closed down because a state of emergency was declared for the area (no one knew what the heck was going on--was it war? an invasion?). Of course, it was much worse in NYC. It was a terrifying day, and I watched events unfold on television. Not long thereafter, my husband's building was contaminated with anthrax and shut down for weeks. That was followed by the DC-area sniper attacks during which our children's school entrance was draped with tarps so the children could presumably enter without being shot at, and helicopters flew overhead with sharpshooters hanging out of the them, on the lookout for the snipers. Life here changed utterly after that trio of events.

Yes. I turned to the news in time to see the second plane hit the WTC. It was unreal--an indescribable feeling, wondering for a moment if it were a movie. Then sudden horror that it was not.

I feel in the aftermath, that that was the last time this country truly came together as a nation.

Our daughter was a flight attendant at the time. Luckily she was on maternity leave and visiting us with her 3 month old baby on 9/11/2001. She never did go back to flying. We were sitting, watching the Today show when Katie and Matt cut to the Breaking News.

One of my brothers (Airline executive) was on a morning flight to NYC. It was hours before the 4 planes were identified by Airline company.

After not getting information or hearing from my brother, I booted up (slow dial up days) the computer and went to his company’s page. Thankfully, all that the page said was something like;

None of our flights were involved in today’s events.

Big sigh of relief.

His flight did land quickly although not near its intended destination. He stayed in the airport with the other passengers and arranged buses to transport the passengers back to Tampa.

Our pastor used it in his message today and the church had a remembrance announcement on their FB page. In the big city near me the mayor laid a wreath on the 9/11 statue. The neat thing was firemen from the area did a climb of a tower in the city. I hope there were more ceremonies around the nation.

I was jogging in a Park when another runner came up to me and said, "No planes in the air." I said, "OK". She said, "You haven't turned on the news this morning?" I said, "No." She explained. She said she thought it might be a hoax, but she didn't think so. I was an airline booking agent at the time....I went into work...they sent me home.

I was cleaning up the kitchen, and one year old ds was playing in the family room. I am a GMA addict, so always have it on in the morning. I remember walking into the room to turn it off, and being confused bc GMA was still on (it was past 9.) There was a shot of the WTC with smoke coming out and maybe the back end of the plane sticking out? I remember thinking, ”wow, that’s crazy, the pilot of that small plane must have had a medical emergency.” As I was watching this awful scene on my tv, the second plane hit. I remember feeling just pure horror. Seeing something like that live just rocks you to the core. I immediately knew it was not an accident. I remember the newscaster (can’t remember if it was Charlie Gibson or George Stephanopolis) saying, ”Oh my God!”

*shudder*

I just cuddled ds and was so grateful he was too young to comprehend what was on the TV. Dh travels so much for work, and we were so fortunate he was in the office. We were so concerned that other members of the firm were on planes that morning. No one was, bur several ended up stranded. Our city is a finance hub, and we have many friends in the banking industry. We know several people who lost friends and co workers in the towers.

I will look at that Times article, but if I read anything about how other countries are teaching that this was sonething other than an unprovoked terrorist attack on our country, I will lose it.

I was at work — Air Force Research Laboratory. After the second tower was hit, I had the only remaining phone contact (DSN) to the outside world and was able to reach my BF who was at the Naval base in DC for a meeting. We went to Delta threat level shortly after. He was stuck in DC, but eventually got a moving van to drive home with the following day… finding his own car locked up at the closed airport. Life and work-life was completely changed after that day.

I was in the car on my way to work and heard the coverage on the radio. When I got to my office there was a TV in the lunch room and everyone was gathered around it including some customers who were there for training. We milled around in stunned disbelief all day. I had employees stranded and panicked around the country and I remember talking to them on the phone about how to get home. Life was kind of surreal for quite a while after that as we processed what had happened.

Today there were cranes with big flags hanging above an overpass by my house. I didn't even realize it was 9/11 until then and was reminded how the whole country pulled together at that time and how, sadly, that is no longer the case.

I was in Cheltenham, England with my DH who was there for meetings as part of a NATO defense project. There is a 5 hour time difference between England and the States. I had gone back to our hotel room with some take-out for lunch and to call his secretary to have her make hotel reservations for us in London because we realized we were too far away to drive back to Heathrow the same day as our flight. I had SKY news on the television.

I watched as everything happened in real time. I had no way to reach DH because his meetings were in a secure British Army facility outside of the town. He said a Brit interrupted their meetings to report what was happening and they set up a television in a hallway for people to watch. I didn't see him until that evening. It was very distressing.

We were unable to fly back to the States for almost a week. Our flight was from Heathrow to D.C. and then to Boston. It was night time when we got to Logan Airport. The parking garages were all empty (all of the vehicles had been towed to the parking lots at Gillette Stadium as part of the investigation). The only vehicles allowed were limos picking up passengers. I remember soldiers in fatigues wearing rifles and German Shepherds on leashes with them.

Our driver told us we were the last of the people in his charge to come home. He told us that the morning of 9/11 he had picked up a young man who worked for my husband's company and drove him to Logan. He died on the first plane. DH did not know him.

My sister-in-law was an elementary school teacher in southern CT at the time. A lot of children in her school system lost parents who worked in the World Trade Centers.

I remember having nightmares for a very long time.

I was in California. Got up early to go to my Boot Camp exercise camp at the local university stadium. Bob Edwards was still anchoring Morning Edition on NPR and for the first few sentences I heard him say, I was very confused. I did not fully understand what was being said for at least a minute or two. Working out, outdoors with no airplanes in the air was quite disconcerting. Everyone was stunned. Nobody had seen the images yet. After that event, the stadium was closed unless it was being used for official school business.

Came upon a National Geographic documentary of 9/11 on Hulu that I’m now watching. Actual footage and people who lived through it telling about their experience. That interspersed with air traffic control and 911 recordings. Gut wrenching but good.

On September 13, 2001 Queen Elizabeth broke protocol and had the Band of the Coldstream Guards play Star Spangled Banner in front of Buckingham Palace. It was her way of paying tribute to all those who died and to bring comfort to America and to those Americans trapped in England and who couldn't get home.

I also live outside of Washington DC. Like kkay described the entire area felt very vulnerable after the attack on 9/11, the anthrax, and the snipers. I was a teacher at a middle school at the time. The kids had lunch early and were surprised to see many parents who had come to pick up their children. The students were totally unaware of the attack. Luckily none of the chldren lost parents, but a substitute teacher friend lost her husband who was at the Pentagon for a meeting. My husband was at work near the Mall in DC. He and others watched the second plane hit the tower on TV's in the hallway. They evacuated his building immediately after the tower fell. On his way to the Metro, he heard the plane and the explosion at the Pentagon. My adut children who were working in the area all came home that day. In NYC a day later, my brother was on the site with his construction company helping supervise removal of the fire trucks at the collapsed tower. Two years later he was disgnosed with kidney cancer which was diagnosed accidentally when he had a GI procedure. He suffered the removal of one kidney but has made a complete recovery. I often wonder if the cancer resulted from breathing in the toxic dust.

Wow! I never expected everyone would actually share where they were/what they were doing! Thank you all for your responses. A day I will never forget.

@blfenton that was on our local news yesterday. I don't know if I knew that or if I had just forgotten. I'm glad flags are half-staff here in honor of the Queen.

I was in my first year of college and I believe I first saw the broadcast on the TV in my room when I stopped back in after an early morning class. My roommate always had the TV on, often to CNN. I was long distance dating my now husband who was in the Army and stationed in upstate New York and I had no idea where he was. I remember the horror of watching the first tower burning and I think my roommate and I were watching when the second plane hit. It felt so surreal and yet horrifying. None of that compares with the emotions those of you living in NY and DC must have felt. While it was a tragedy for our whole nation, I am deeply sorry for any of you who lost someone or were personally traumatized.

I was at work, my third day in a new school. My cell rang, and a person was screaming on the other end. I hung up and heard a loud boom. It was the second plane, though I didn't know it at the time. The phone rang again, and I let it ring. My assistant insisted I answer the phone. This time it was my husband. He was standing on the Brooklyn Bridge, and had watched the second plane hit as he rode his bike to work. He wanted to know what floor my father's office was on in the Towers. My father's office was on the 29th floor. Thankfully, my father and all his employees were not at work yet. He was in court in Brooklyn, two blocks from my home, and everyone else had been given an extra hour in the morning to vote in the Primaries. Eventually, my father showed up at my apartment and spent the day with my husband.

Once all of the children had been picked up, at 3:30, I went home. My car was covered in four inches of ash. I only saw one car on the drive home.

I lived in Brooklyn Heights, directly across the East River from the Towers. The lot where I parked my car had papers with burnt edges strewn everywhere. I started to pick them up. I wanted to return them. I looked at them and realized they were the safety evacuation plans for a company in the Towers. I dropped them in shock and realized the papers were not needed anymore.

Eventually, my father decided to walk to a distant subway station where trains were still running and go home. All bridges and tunnels were closed to traffic.

A colleague lost a husband, four children in one family lost their father and three other children in the school lost fathers. A friend lost her brother.

I was working as a school social worker at the time. What I remember most was what a gorgeous day it was in New England. The skies were blue, blue, blue without a cloud to be seen. I was helping walk the morning kindergarten children out for pick up (K was still half day then). A mother stopped and told me that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I couldn't understand it--and assumed it was some bizarre accident. As things started to unfold staff were told not to turn on any televisions in the classrooms, or discuss it near children. I remember being unnecessarily worried about DH who worked for a big military contractor. And ever since, on any beautiful clear blue day in September I go right back to where I was on 9/11.