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15 Years Later: September 11, 2001 Attacks on NYC, DC, VA (1 Viewer)

oh... another friend's story.

gb and his wife were in paris for work and were in the air 30 minutes or so over the atlantic that morning when he noticed they were turning. pilot makes an annoucement in french that says they're turning back because US airspace had been closed. makes the same announcement in english, but without that detail. my gb was bilingual and silently freaking out- he knew that if airspace was closed, something horrible was happening. the non-french speaking passengers were pretty calm- the rest, including my friend- hit the ground running when they landed. they ended up stuck there a few days, and I think lost a friend of theirs on flight 93.

 
anyone watch  "102 minutes" documentary on History last night.  brought me to tears a couple times.   Highly recommend
Very eerie without any voiceover.  That and the French movie crew with the firefighters really give the best accounts of the day.

I'd recommend the 102 Minutes book, also.

 
Very eerie without any voiceover.  That and the French movie crew with the firefighters really give the best accounts of the day.

I'd recommend the 102 Minutes book, also.
the french one was pretty amazing. two french guys (brothers?), imbedded into a firestation for a brief time just to try to come up with a documentary idea... probably thought the biggest thing they'd get was an apartment fire. IIRC, the firefighters did their best to protect them- made them stay back and away and not let them go up- saved their lives.

I'll have to look for the 102 minutes one... can't remember if I saw it.

I did see a movie that was a compilation of shorts about 9/11- but foreign made. I had to stop watching- not pro-US POV that just... hurt...  and they showed stuff I hadn't seen before... stuff that I feel like had been mostly censored by US news, even alternative news. 

 
the french one was pretty amazing. two french guys (brothers?), imbedded into a firestation for a brief time just to try to come up with a documentary idea... probably thought the biggest thing they'd get was an apartment fire. IIRC, the firefighters did their best to protect them- made them stay back and away and not let them go up- saved their lives.

I'll have to look for the 102 minutes one... can't remember if I saw it.

I did see a movie that was a compilation of shorts about 9/11- but foreign made. I had to stop watching- not pro-US POV that just... hurt...  and they showed stuff I hadn't seen before... stuff that I feel like had been mostly censored by US news, even alternative news. 
The French one was on CNN last night. I made my 12 year old son sit and watch part of it with me.  When the first tower fell, I heard the air go out of him.  I let him stop watching from there.  He thought maybe 150 people had died, for whatever reason.  The truth was hard for him to comprehend.

 
Found out about it in 10th grade religion class, beginning of second period.  I knew it was a big deal but didn't really grasp the magnitude of it.  The rest of the school day went as planned for the most part.

What I remember most was going home after school and meeting up with a friend of mine to play catch with the football in the front yard.  It was just like any other September day, still warm, sunny, nice day.  But it was dead silent.  No cars going by, no planes in the sky.  No kids playing in the neighborhood.  I just remember it feeling very eerie, very ominous.  Not sure why it sticks out in my head, but it does.

 
I did see a movie that was a compilation of shorts about 9/11- but foreign made. I had to stop watching- not pro-US POV that just... hurt...  and they showed stuff I hadn't seen before... stuff that I feel like had been mostly censored by US news, even alternative news. 
Like what?

 
I had just finished up a contract in Boston and was chilling at home.  One of my coworkers was on the flight from Boston that went into the WTC.  Her husband and daughter were on a different flight and meeting her in LA.  They spent three days in St. Louis waiting for the official word.
Wow

 
this is second hand...

a gb's neighbor was an architect in one of the towers and got stuck in an elevator during all of this, slightly inbetween floors. he and the other person in the elevator got the door partially open, but it was held shut by a cable they couldn't disengage and which didn't allow the door to open enough for them to climb up and squeeze out.

they sat yelling through that door for anybody to help them. a voice replied finally- what can I do for you guys? the architect told the guy that his office was only a flight up and they had tools there- a dremel tool, in particular- that they could use to cut this cable. the voice and the guy disappeared. the architect and stranger sat in that elevator  for what must've seemed like hours, wondering... until... a hand reaches through the still open doors and drops the dremel down to them. they used it to cut the cable, open the door and escape the tower. the architect had no idea who the savior was or if he survived.
That's amazing.  Hadn't heard that

 
jb1020 said:
I have a 4 and 6 year old right now too.  There is a 11 mile race every 9/11 here that the Fire Dept puts on and they had a big display on the trail near our house.  They had tiny little flags in the grass by the fire dept and my 6 yo asked what it was about.  My wife and I were caught off guard and jumped in to the conversation.  We told him there was a flag put out for everyone that died that day and just gave him a brief description of the events. 

Now he points out American flags and asks "who died there?" 

I think we fumbled the ball in that conversation....we'll give it another shot next year.  :wall:
No easy way of doing it.  Their minds can't grasp that type of evil yet

 
Sconch said:
Very close...(Sandler O'Neil)

HS friend of mine is in NYC for biz.  Decides to go to NYC game on 9/10.  Rain out but runs into one of his BFFs from elementary/HS.  Just pure coincidence.  These guys used to go to Chavez Ravine every month as kids. 

They drink..and drink...etc.

"Mike" the NYC guy, calls n late for the first time in his life.

Mike worked in the WTC.  Something like 3/4 of his coworkers die in the north tower.
One of my friends at Sandler O'Neil did not make it that day joined by another friend from Carr Futures.  A bunch of us still get together a few times a year after a memorial fund was setup to fund scholarships at our local high school.  Don't know why I replied to your post except for the Sandler O'Neil connection.

 
flapgreen said:
I'll have to look that up.  Haven't seen that one
I watch 102 Minutes every year.  It is so powerful and really lets you process what is going on in your mind without someone narrating over the footage.  I also saw one this year called "Voices from the Towers" that was so sad.  People in the towers calling their loved ones and knew they were doomed.  Even had transmissions from a fire fighter who got all the way up to the 79th floor in Tower 2 and then it collapsed right after his last transmission.  Had another guy who was on the line with 911 pleading with them to send help since he couldn't breath due to the smoke.  The call got cut off when the tower collapsed.  So sad.  At some point I want to get out to NYC for the 9/11 Memorial.  We visited the Flight 93 memorial this Summer with our kids as we drove through PA on the way to vacation in VA. 

I vividly remember that day and what I was doing.  I just remember my friend on the phone with me telling me that a plane hit the WTC.  I asked him if it was a small plane because I remember something like that happening with the Empire State Building before.  He told me it was a commercial jet that people fly.  I was like "how the hell did that happen".  He said to check it out on TV.  So I walked over to a common area in my office where the TV was on.  By the time we got there, I remember the other plane had just hit the tower.  I was like WTF.  A group of us just stared at the TV wondering how the people would get out and how the firefighters would get the fire out.  It never once crossed my mind that the towers would collapse.

You add the Pentagon getting hit and reports of another plane crashing in PA later and it made me think what is going on and what could happen next.  I am not a paranoid person at all but remember really feeling like we had no control over what was going to happen in our country because all these things were happening almost simultaneously that no one had answers to. 

When the towers collapsed I remember just watching people run from the smoke cloud.  I remember getting home that night glued to the TV to find out how was responsible and whether they were finding survivors.  I was so sad they didn't find many survivors.  I was hoping for more miracles.  I also remember thinking how brave all the first responders were to not only go into those buildings but also walk through that burning pile of jagged steel looking for possible survivors.  I was so proud of them and our country.  As someone else said, the tragedy brought so many people together and it was good to see everyone do that.  

I really hope the people that were born after 9/11 or were very young that day watch the documentaries and have their families explain what happened that day to them.  It is unbelievable it has been 15 years.  To see how old some of the survivors' children now is crazy.  They even had a lady in the Voices documentary who was three months pregnant and they were showing her daughter as a teenager now.  Man how time flies.  But we will never forget.   

 
I was already at work here in Mpls....worked in a 14 story office building very near the airport in Bloomington, MN. When the first plane hit several of us huddled in a small conference room and watched in stunned silence the live coverage on CNN. Then, when the 2nd plane hit our building was evacuated and all of us sent home due to our proximity to the airport. I still remember that numb feeling driving home.

GB to all you New Yorkers and New Jersey folks for having to live through and witness that first hand.

 
I had a long, frightening day like everyone else, but what sticks out is one sort of light-hearted anecdote:

After being evacuated I was lucky enough to live within walking distance of my DC home (subways were shut down, traffic was at a standstill). A coworker who wasn't so lucky came with me, and she suggested we stop off at the liquor store on the way.

I have never seen a line at a liquor store halfway as long as the one I saw that morning at around 11:30 AM. The crowd at 8 PM on New Year's Eve would pale in comparison to this madhouse.  It was like everyone in town had the exact same reaction:  #### this ####, I'm getting drunk.

 
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One thing I will always remember is having gone to bed really late, and just as I was falling asleep hearing a helicopter. That woke me up in a hurry, and even though I live in the middle of nowhere in Oregon, it creeped me out since there were supposed to be no flights at all. Turns out some rancher around here who was a heli pilot decided he just had to get wherever. I'm sure he crapped his pants when the fighter jets showed up to escort him to the ground, which is exactly what happened.

 
shuke said:
Like what?
body parts. what happens when bodies hit pavement. etc. lots and lots of falling bodies.

plus- live video footage of people celebrating as they watched the news. 

 
One thing I will always remember is having gone to bed really late, and just as I was falling asleep hearing a helicopter. That woke me up in a hurry, and even though I live in the middle of nowhere in Oregon, it creeped me out since there were supposed to be no flights at all. Turns out some rancher around here who was a heli pilot decided he just had to get wherever. I'm sure he crapped his pants when the fighter jets showed up to escort him to the ground, which is exactly what happened.
I lived in the middle of nowhere, Indiana.  I remember hearing a few planes that week and being freaked the #### out.

 
At the time, I lived in DC (Cleveland Park) and worked about a block and half from the White House.  I got up and headed to work and between the time I got on the metro and got out of the metro the first tower had been hit.  I distinctly remember most folks acting normal in the commuter rush but a couple of people running around after I got out of the metro and thinking why are people running around.  I walked into my office just before 9 am and everyone is in the conference room in my small office and news report are coming in about the first tower getting hit and then the second tower was hit.  I had a brief moment of panic about my Dad as he was semi-retired at the time but his office was in the north tower but I luckily I got through to him and learned he had decided not to go in that day.

We all sat around glued to the TV and then the pentagon got hit.  My entire office at the same time had this shocked moment of silence as we all realized this wasn't just NYC and that my office building was so close to the White House which was an obvious target.  Our office quickly emptied and I basically ran to my girlfriend's (now wife) office building a few blocks away who was in a state of panic over her dad who worked at 1 Liberty plaza, which if anyone knows NYC is across the street from 4 WTC which was a low rise office building that was so damaged that it was demolished and replaced by the new high rise 4 WTC.  I decided the best idea was to get out of the City itself and head to her Silver Spring apt (vs. staying in DC).  I drove her car very slowly out of DC and listened to the radio as the news of the towers falling happened.  A long slow drive but better than the walk out of the city and was able to pick up a buddy of mine who we just happened to see on Connecticut avenue while we were driving.  

My wife's father (now my father-in-law) never talks about what he saw or did that day.  All I know is he walked over the Brooklyn bridge to get home to LI and basically showed up covered in dust at his home.  He basically won't talk about it to this day.  We had not heard from him at all that day as my now wife grew more and more scared for him but eventually got word from her mom that he showed up very dirty but safe.  

 
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Didn't remember today. :(

Was riding citibike to work, and was perplexed why there were two fire trucks just sitting in e29th St blocking traffic in front of their fire house. As I rode by, the garage doors were open and every single fire fighter from their house was standing silently in formation inside. Can't believe it took that to remember for me. :(

It's been overcast and rainy all week, so towers of light, which I normally see from my apartment prior to the 11th, were invisible.

 
Didn't remember today. :(

Was riding citibike to work, and was perplexed why there were two fire trucks just sitting in e29th St blocking traffic in front of their fire house. As I rode by, the garage doors were open and every single fire fighter from their house was standing silently in formation inside. Can't believe it took that to remember for me. :(

It's been overcast and rainy all week, so towers of light, which I normally see from my apartment prior to the 11th, were invisible.
I missed it, too. Good thing you had the responders to remind you. Sorry about the rain, there are better days ahead.  

 
Found out about it in 10th grade religion class, beginning of second period.  I knew it was a big deal but didn't really grasp the magnitude of it.  The rest of the school day went as planned for the most part.

What I remember most was going home after school and meeting up with a friend of mine to play catch with the football in the front yard.  It was just like any other September day, still warm, sunny, nice day.  But it was dead silent.  No cars going by, no planes in the sky.  No kids playing in the neighborhood.  I just remember it feeling very eerie, very ominous.  Not sure why it sticks out in my head, but it does.
EErie is right, I live by O'hare. Dead silent only the occasional fighter jet.

 
I didn't have any real close friends or family directly impacted. Was in Rochester at the time.

My wife though was roommates with Peter O'Neill's sister just after. Seemed like a great guy. Just a couple months younger than me.
 

 
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I was wondering if there would be a 9/11 thread on the first page today. Glad to see that there was. 

The one event of my lifetime that brought the sadness and anger in massive amounts.  

 
I was wondering if there would be a 9/11 thread on the first page today. Glad to see that there was. 

The one event of my lifetime that brought the sadness and anger in massive amounts.  
Sadly I had to search way back to find and bump it. I had never seen this before or sadly even realized the magnitude of the on water evacuation. CDR Day would later become one of my CO’s and is a great leader. Grab a box of tissue before watching  

https://youtu.be/MDOrzF7B2Kg

 
My 7yo son and I were out to get haircuts and dinner last night.  We eat at only the classiest establishments so there was a TV on, and during whatever show was on there was a blurb about 9/11.  It led to a great, albeit censored for a 7yo, conversation about that day, the people who died, and the heroes that were discovered.

Our block has both a firefighter and police officer that live on it and my MIL was a paramedic for 20+ years so he's familiar with what they do, but after last night he's got a newfound appreciation for what that truly means.  It was a very surreal conversation and not one I'd ever actually thought about having with someone but it's one I'll never forget.

 
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For those that don’t have time to watch the video I posted here is a summary:

Few people know that the all-volunteer boat lifts, that happened on 9-11 in Manhattan, NY, were greater lifts than the boats of Dunkirk during World War II.    339,000 soldiers were rescued over 9 days at Dunkirk.  An amazing operation.   The boat lifts of civilians on 9-11 in the NY harbor were over 500,000 in just 9 hours.

 
Re-read my friend Darya's profile every year.   Remarkable sacrifice to try to help a complete stranger.   

Her family had a weird deal after she died.   Her grandmother was very old and seriously ill.  They didn't want to tell her that Darya had been killed in 9/11, so they told her she had been transferred to Europe.   To everyone's surprise, the grandmother recovered from the illness and as time passed she asked a lot more questions about why her granddaughter wasn't in contact with her, so the family ended up telling her that she was doing classified work and had to be out of contact.   Essentially she became an international spy after she died.

 
3rd day of my senior year of HS. I was actually in a class called "US History since 1945" when another teacher came into the room and whispered to our teacher what had happened. She nearly hit the floor and turned on the TV just after the 2nd tower got hit. We all watched the TV all day. I just remember being so incredibly angry. A childhood friend of mine (who ended up becoming an army ranger and is now a Major and special ops unit commander) was ready to bail on his application to West Point so that he could enlist in the infantry that day. He was turning 18 later that week.

Living in NJ, we saw a lot of it unfold at pretty close range. A couple of kids in my HS lost parents. My dad (who grew up in Queens as the son of a firefighter) lost several childhood friends.

Easily the most memorable day of my life. Seriously cant believe it has been 17 years.

 
It's been a busy day at work, but I have been thinking about it a lot today.  It's still a sore spot for me in that I don't really talk about it.
Maybe because I've done a bunch of 9/11 related events the past few days, but this year seems even more depressing than in the recent past. Really just out of it today.

My niece was born the day before. We had planned on going to the hospital on 9/11. Never made it by time we both got home that night. Now she's 17. Can't believe it's been so long.

 
the saddest part of today for me is remembering, for a brief moment, how a hideous tragedy for so many became a great rallying cry for all of us to become americans.  i tend to be more philosophical than most and wondered with others how long the coombayah would last.  slowly, we all began morphing into ourselves, self absorbed, mysoginistic, just selfish by nature.  i don’t know the exact moment we “forgot” that day, but i have not.  lost a friend that day, surprisingly and luckily not more.  i look at us today, as divided as we’ve ever been as a country and wonder with pure anger and rage how we have allowed ourselves to get to this point.

 
Chemical X said:
the saddest part of today for me is remembering, for a brief moment, how a hideous tragedy for so many became a great rallying cry for all of us to become americans.  i tend to be more philosophical than most and wondered with others how long the coombayah would last.  slowly, we all began morphing into ourselves, self absorbed, mysoginistic, just selfish by nature.  i don’t know the exact moment we “forgot” that day, but i have not.  lost a friend that day, surprisingly and luckily not more.  i look at us today, as divided as we’ve ever been as a country and wonder with pure anger and rage how we have allowed ourselves to get to this point.
Hi gb, I always focused on the hero’s and not the #######s that were responsible o maybe that’s what has always kept my views different. Jesus, 20 years in the coast guard this December, feels like we started 11 and cake yesterday 

 
eta: I will say- in spite of the selifishness at the supermarket- the next 6months to a year, I've never seen the city and it's people become as self-less from everything macro on down to tiny micro acts between people. it was amazing, even if we all knew it was never going to last.


Chemical X said:
the saddest part of today for me is remembering, for a brief moment, how a hideous tragedy for so many became a great rallying cry for all of us to become americans.  i tend to be more philosophical than most and wondered with others how long the coombayah would last.  slowly, we all began morphing into ourselves, self absorbed, mysoginistic, just selfish by nature.  i don’t know the exact moment we “forgot” that day, but i have not.  lost a friend that day, surprisingly and luckily not more.  i look at us today, as divided as we’ve ever been as a country and wonder with pure anger and rage how we have allowed ourselves to get to this point.

 
boilerdave said:
102 Minutes just started on the History Channel 
I think I’ve said this before, maybe even in this thread, but the hardest part about watching this is the firefighters heading towards the north tower after the south tower had already collapsed.  Understandably they appear somber and frightened.

Also, I will never get over that the time between the first crash and the second tower falling was only 102 minutes.  Time seemed to have stood still that day as we tried to get news updates. I swear it seemed like 4 hours.  

 
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I think I’ve said this before, maybe even in this thread, but the hardest part about watching this is the firefighters heading towards the north tower after the south tower had already collapsed.  Understandably they appear somber and frightened.

Also, I will never get over that the time between the first crash and the second tower falling was only 102 minutes.  Time seemed to have stood still that day as we tried to get news updates. I swear it seemed like 4 hours.  
I was missing work, asleep, about to change jobs when my WWII Vet landlord woke me with the news. "---, we've been attacked." 

I'll never forget it. I was halfway in between moving residences, just watching on the television, about to leave D.C. for home, knowing my adopted city and hometown had (and would be) changed for good. Worried about my friends (one who worked across from the Pentagon) and other places in NY. Frantically calling, trying to get in touch with old acquaintances, not all of whom had adopted cellular technology. 

Unthinkable now, so true then.  

Time indeed stood still between the tower attacks for those privy. For others of us late to the party, it was just shock. A replay of a thunderbolt out of the bluest sky.  

RIP to those involved, may they never be forgotten, even on days when we might otherwise choose to go about our very lives as hoped for.  

 
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ok- couldn't find the last few times we've done this...  I'm sure I've forgotten a ton.

I've lived in NYC since the mid 80s- was living uptown, right on the hudson (96th and riverside drive) when this happened. I did consulting/free-lance and my own work back then, so my days were my own- no timetables or office to report to.

I was awakened at some point that morning by sirens- lots of sirens. I was up high and overlooking the river and west side hway, so not in the thick of typical NYC sounds. but sirens have always been omnipresent here, so you kind of tune them out... even a lot sirens like there were. I remember putting a pillow over my head to try muffle the sound, but then gave up... too many of them. I figured there was a bad car crash on the highway, and started my typical morning routine- go for a run. I opened a window, looked out over the Hudson towards NJ to a perfect, crisp and cloudless blue sky- honestly one of the nicest days (for weather) I can ever remember. in that moment, my only consideration was whether I'd wear a tank-top or a t-shirt for my run- the weather felt absolutely perfect and I was heavily considering each option... it was a very important decision.

as NYCers do before heading out, I turned on our 24hr local TV news station, NY1 to get the weather. that, of course, is when I realized what was going on.

like the rest of the world- I watched this all transpire on the tv. I remember calling my parents to let them know I was ok (I didn't have anything to do with the wtc, but felt I'd put their minds at rest regardless)... of course waking them up before it was even 6am their time (CA)- to "why are you calling?". they didn't know. I also called a couple of friends who worked in SF but commuted from marin and east bay- I wanted them to avoid the bridges, especially the golden gate.

I was on the phone with my bf's wife when the first tower fell- not realizing it, I collapsed too- absolutely bawling. I could hear the concern on her voice at my out of control crying- she hadn't turned on the tv yet.

I somehow got a hold of my gf (now wife) who lived in stuy-town (east and downtown, but not immediately near the towers). we talked briefly and planned to call each other back later- but without the towers, their was no cell service.

I decided to fill up my bathtub with water in case "they" went after the water system or reservoirs, and then went to the bank for cash and store for basics. the store- typical supermarket- was insane. it was like just before a hurricane with ALL the staples gone, people grabbing everything they could and throwing it shopping carts (at the time I remember feeling sad at how selfish everyone was acting). bank had a line of people taking out larger than normal bundles of cash.

it was at the bank- on broadway- that I noticed masses of people walking uptown... IIRC, even on the street. again, the weather was just perfect that day- and from where I was about 5 miles due north of the wtc, I couldn't see a single affect what had happened. all of the smoke was getting pushed south and east over brooklyn, so it stayed a perfectly blue, clear sky all day... the only sense that something was up was the migration of workers walking home (and even though nycers walk a lot, they don't commute that way) and the run on the bank and market. 

just a crazy, horrible day. 

an aside- a very gb used to live about 15-20 blocks north of the wtc on barrow st. we used to always joke about whether- if they fell- the towers would reach his place. when I was on the phone with my friend's wife, I had that thought in my mind as I watched the tower fall... thinking about how many city blocks full- entire neighborhoods- of apartments, stores, office, etc those towers were going to take out as they fell. I thought there were going to be 10s of thousands lost in those seconds. it was astonishing to see later how they pancaked down, leaving even some spots right across the street relatively damage-free.

eta: I will say- in spite of the selifishness at the supermarket- the next 6months to a year, I've never seen the city and it's people become as self-less from everything macro on down to tiny micro acts between people. it was amazing, even if we all knew it was never going to last.
Sad bump.

18 years.

 
I forget every year and every year this gets bumped and reminds me.

We paid a heavy price for freedom that day. May we never forget what it is like to be that free.

RIP to all those before and since in service. 

 
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