Hardin County Remembers 9/11

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I had just taken my kindergarten students to their special area class, when an instructional assistant told me in passing that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I went on to the library where they had the news on and watched as the second plane crashed into the second tower. Returning to my classroom, I had the TV on, but muted as to not scare my sweet kiddos. Once I was home from school that day, I watched the reports on TV and cried continuously. The next day I was proud more than ever to be an American as everyone seemed to pull together as one nation under GOD!

I was at work and the administrator came back to tell us what had happened. We kept saying are you sure? That doesn't make sense, are you sure?
There was a TV in our department and we watched it as much as possible, while still working. Then the second plane and then the third. It was impossible to believe that any of this could actually have occurred.
By the time I got home, reality still wasn't registering. We were just glued to the TVs - one in the kitchen and one in the living room. We each kept changing channels and letting each other know what different channels were reporting. For several days we were "shell shocked." I don't know anyone that cannot remember where they were when our "world stopped turning" on 9/11.

I was working for a dealership in E'town and heard the news as soon as I was clocking in. Always keep a radio going on and actually heard it via Howard Stern. I remember watching the second plane hit as I was watching it on TV in the Toyota's waiting area. Spoke to management and they said go home if you want to. I went and grabbed my sons from daycare and went home and watched it all unfold. I sat there and honestly just cried. I have a picture of me and my oldest son, as I dropped him off the next day at his grandmas, of me and him standing at the U.S. flag my dad had installed over the garage standing and saluting the flag. I lost no one that I personally know that day but yet somehow I felt the pain of all who were lost. I have heard stories in history class of how our country became great. I thought I understood their sacrifices. Until 9/11 did I realize what it all actually meant? That day I realized how proud I was to be a citizen of the United States of America. God Bless America.

I, too, was at work. The radio was on, but the sound was turned down low. One of our technicians called from Towne Mall, asking if we had heard about the plane hitting the WTC. We thought little of it, but found a 13" TV and tuned it to the Today Show anyway. The picture was staticky as we watched, but we couldn't tear ourselves away. We watched in disbelief as the second plane hit the second tower. I remember thinking of my children and realizing that families in New York, DC and other cities would be torn apart from that day forward.

I was at work. I remember hearing the news bulletin on the radio. One of my employees found a TV and we plugged it in and rigged an antenna so we could watch the coverage. I watched in utter disbelief...it seemed like a bad dream, so surreal. It was heartbreaking and I felt so helpless, so sad. I couldn't imagine what it must have been like to have a loved one involved.

I remember I was home at Four Seasons babysitting my granddaughter Shelby and the phone rang and it was Shelby's mom Kim. She said what are you doing and I said watching cartoons with Shelby. She said OMG mom turn it to channel 11. When I did I couldn't believe my eyes and in only a few minutes the second plane went through the second tower. I watched the actual plane hit the second tower for the first time. I was crying and so upset and scared. Those poor people were a mess and when the towers fell I was devastated. WON'T EVER FORGET THIS DAY.


At 9:37 a.m., on Sept. 11, 2001, I witnessed the crash of American Airlines Flight 77 into the western side of the Pentagon. 

I described the events that day in this e-mail message:

I am in Washington; attending a Department of Defense Education Activity workshop.  I stepped outside the building during a meeting break when I heard the detonation. A blast of air rattled and buckled the building's large glass windows behind me. I wheeled around and saw, reflected in the glass, a rising cloud of thick black smoke.

Turning back to the street, I saw the cloud climbing between two high rises a couple blocks away. A woman standing near me shouted, "Oh, God!  It's the Pentagon!"

Everyone on the street stopped to stare at the pall of smoke and falling debris. We were all transfixed in shock and disbelief. 

Then men and women, many in military uniforms, began pouring from the buildings nearby, running down the streets toward the Pentagon.

Soon after, the meeting was canceled, the buildings evacuated, and everyone sent back to their hotels until further notice.  Many people fled the city.  Traffic became paralyzed.  Tonight, much in the capitol is closed under a state of emergency.

From my sixth floor hotel room, I can see billowing black smoke from the still burning Pentagon.   

I will never forget that day. I was teaching 4th grade at Lincoln Trail Elementary School. It was such a beautiful day that I took my class outside for a quick morning recess and snack time. I remember sitting on the bench on the playground thinking that it was a perfect day; the sky was so blue, not a cloud and it was such a gorgeous morning. As we came into the building to stop at the restroom, other teachers and office staff were talking about a plane that had flown into one of the towers of the World Trade Center. They had the TV on in the office. When we got in the classroom another plane had hit the other tower. My students asked me to turn on the TV. We watched in horror as the towers collapsed to the ground. All of us were crying because we knew many lives had been lost. I turned off the TV and all my students and I held hands and prayed. Soon we heard about the attack on the Pentagon and the crash of the plane in Pennsylvania. It was such a scary day for so many reasons. I knew the world would never be the same again and that soon we would be at war. Being so close to Fort Knox was really unnerving also. It was just as Alan Jackson's song says: "Where were you when the world stopped turning?" It was one of my student's birthday that day. He said in the midst of all the turmoil that he would never be able to celebrate his birthday ever again without thinking of this awful day.

I was home doing laundry and taking care of my 4 year old and 3 year old. My wife was on a school trip at a local post office. I had the TV on for some reason and I happened to glance up and see the first tower smoldering and I was hooked. As the day progressed and more planes crashed I remember thinking ‘Is this is going to go on all day?’ I remember thinking how horrible it must have been to be at ground zero. The sounds and images I saw were nothing compared to actually being there. I felt sorry for the families who would have to deal with the death of loved ones. Just a yucky, evil, and depressing day.

My husband Rick and I will never forget. We were experiencing what everyone was feeling, we thought, but you see we did not have access to TV or radio, except that being relayed to us by the Captain of a deep sea fishing boat. Yes, we were off the coast of Destin on an 8-hour trip when the Captain yelled down that he was hearing over his radio that a plane had flown into "one of the towers". We are thinking, wow that is bad, horrible, obviously there are deaths. Must have been a small passenger plane. We went on fishing and not long the Captain yelled down again that a second plane had hit the other tower. Now you start wondering what is going on? The messages kept getting yelled down to us as the morning plays out. I can't explain the feeling I had. Something horrible was going on in my country and I couldn't even see land, nothing but water. I remember seeing fighter jets fly over us so low that I have commented that I felt if I had eagle's eyes, I could have told you what brand the tires were. With all that was going on, we returned to the coast, few people walking around outside, everyone was indoors, glued to their TV. As we walked up the boardwalk, my husband saw a TV on at one of the fishing posts and as we walked up, there was a replay of one of the towers collapsing. This was our first vision of what we had been hearing. Rick has said his first thoughts when seeing the TV, a lot of people had to be in that building and lost their life and a lot of firemen and policemen had to have lost their lives also. I knew this was hitting home with him. Once a fireman, always a fireman; they stick together no matter where they are. We later learned that the jets we saw fly over were the jets meeting up with the President, as you may recall he was in Florida reading to students at the time.

I so remember that day of disaster. I had gotten up early that morning and had the TV on watching the Today Show when the first plane hit. I didn't think nothing of it but just an accident until the other plane hit. I knew then it wasn't an accident. I had a dentist appointment that morning and on the way there my husband called me and said the Pentagon had been hit and I told him to quit joking and he said I am not joking. I will never forget those images of that morning when it all began and it seems like yesterday that happened. It makes me thank the good Lord for all I have and for watching over me and my family and friends and to also remember all of those ones that lost friends and loved ones that day to such cruel, evil, low life, heartless, no good, unforgiving dirt bags that done this especially on U.S. soil.

Disbelief! I was watching one of the national news programs when they showed the plane going into the first tower. At first there was speculation that it was an awful accident of some sort and then the horrible truth started to be told. Time seemed to stand still and as the events continued I wanted to be close to all my family. I wanted to hold them close, tell them I loved them, and keep them safe from any danger. It was so hard to grasp that this type of terror had actual taken place in our homeland. It will be a day that I always remember as a time of such sadness and yet such pride in our American heroes.

I felt like I wanted to do something to help but I couldn't. I went to a Red Cross center in Louisville to try to give blood, but got turned away because the line was too long. I cried with some college students and we went to our church and prayed with the students of our grade school. That was the most helpful thing that could have been done during this tragic time. I knew that for those children that I was praying with that their future, and our world's, had changed forever.

As an American Muslim, September 11th was a very dark and depressing day. As an optimist, I had imagined that civilization was, on average, making progress. On September 11th I completely lost that optimism. We seemed to be reverting to the ways of a primitive and barbaric past. The ugliness of that day continued to cast its shadow for many, many years.
Not long after that date, I visited the United States, and in those days I wore a head scarf. Wherever I went, people would turn away with a nervous glance. But to my surprise, others would go out of their way to make eye contact and smile at me. This lifted my heart.
Now that I live in Elizabethtown, I only wear my head scarf on occasion, but whenever I do, people go out of their way to make eye contact and smile at me. This is one reason I am happy and proud to call Elizabethtown home.

I too was at work. Left to go to my supervisor's house to get a TV. I was listening to WAMZ and heard actual conversations going on as the towers came down, horrific, as the conversations were cut short as the power went off. All day we were all in a fog numb by the tragic event. For days we relived the horror praying for Americans in pain. Wanting to help but feeling helpless. Finding strength through prayer and the knowledge that America would unite and stand strong. We will never forget.

I was sitting in the computer room, on the computer and watching TV. I watched the planes hit, and was in total shock. I called my husband at work, then call the girls at work. Then I cried.

I was sitting watching TV when they came on to show the planes hitting the towers.
My first thought was how close is that to my cousin, but now I know that she lives 50 miles from there. But it was so hard at the time not knowing.