Was nursing a horrific hangover housesitting for my grandparents.
Having lived through MLK Jr and RFKs assassinations, didn’t shake me much. Assumed risk of the profession.
The second airliner into the tower left a much more lasting sense of grief and loss.[/b]
I foresee this thread quickly being hijacked.
But I remember seeing the second plane hit while in the break room at work and I thought it was just a replay of the first plane. I must've asked about 15 people if it was a replay and nobody could get out any words. That entire day is burned in to my memory. I'll know when the dementia has set in when I forget the looks on everyone's faces as they watched the tv.
I was supposed to go on a training flight on 9/11. Saw it all happening on TV and called the base. They were already locked down all flights cancelled. I just remember sitting on my couch, watching the towers fall, and thinking fuck me, I'm going to war. Hard to explain exactly what that feels like, when you know you are going to go blow people up in the next year. Felt sort of like I was dreaming. Me and a bunch of other pilots went out that night and got absolutely shit house drunk, because what else are you going to do when you figure out you might be heading off to die soon?