At work, then in respiratory/acute medicine. Unlike the boatman, I can't remember the patients' names but I had C and D bays on Hexworthy ward and I remember their faces like it was last week. It was before 'patient-line' so we had one telly at the end of each bay, and I remember watching the 2nd plane and the towers collapsing as I worked my way round the run-of-the-mill blood pressures/dressings/commodes etc just thinking how lucky we were to be half way round the world from it and how unbelievably easy my job was compared to anyone in an NY hospital. I didn't really think about the human cost, families etc at first, it just seemed all so unreal.

Derriford hospital is near an airport and between 7 and 12 stories high depending one whether you are at the bottom or top of the hill its built on. In the 90's one of the emergency plans/drills was based on the evacuation of complete stories or 'halves' of the tower part in the event of a plane hitting the building, using alternative lift shafts and fire control zones. I wonder what that plan looks like these days…

Where has mastiles_fanylion gone?

I was hoping for a good debate about the USA's foreign policy and their neo-conservative leadership 😉

What happened was horrible and it shook me, but after reading up on modern geo-political history you could see it coming.

Anyway's up. Thousands of innocents died that day. Tomorrow I will spend a moment in contemplation of those lost souls. Their slaughter was utterly disgusting, as is the slaughter of innocents across the globe.

The …s were instead of a 😉

My remark was tongue in cheek, honestly.

In work – guy came into work ( we call him the dinner-lady because he likes to gossip ) and said a plane had crashed into a skyscraper in USA … ignored him as usual …

Got home the wife said plane had crashed. Big news …

Turned Tv on to see one of the twin towers collapse … hmmmm

Went to pick boy up from school (rugby training) … small talk conversation …. muslims were blamed asap …. kinda correct infact.

Friend phoned bit later … been to warehouse. Couldn`t understand why bunch of pakistanis were kinda celebrating something to do with USA …

Rest is history I guess…

I was working in RD & E (Exeter) at the time (not a doc or nurse – sorry) as a Porter. Took a patient into a ward, and spotted it on the TV. asked the patient if he would like to see what was happening and together we watched the second plane fly in. I then carried on to take the patient to his bed. Took a break and watched some it in A&E.

I studied the subject at Uni and the next essay we wrote about was designing buildings against terrorist attacks.

I was also in London during the summer of 2005 and was very involved in the response to that incident. I hope and pray that we never have to deal with something like these events again, but unfortunately I think that some people will try again and again…

I was driving between Newport and Cowes on the Isle of Wight, listening to Radio 1 and Mark and Lard announced the first crash.
Got home and sat glued to the TV for the rest of the day.
Saw the second crash live on the BBC.
Madness.

Standing over bike at Bathgate bmx track and someone said "have you seen that on the tv.. planes flying into the towers?"

Didnt know much else about it for the next couple of hours then it was all there to be seen on tv when i arrived home.

I was lying in bed and woke at around 5pm (nightshft)with the radio alarm clock ging off, thinking to myself CIA. Then I woke up a bit and saw the tv, still can't get my head around it.
Spent the next few weeks waiting to get called up, having not long left forces

I can understand that, and of course it gets more coverage than the conflicts in Rwanda and congo etc. And n no way should it be considered any greater a tragedy; all Human Life is equal.

But it was the instantaneous nature of the destruction; you're watching thousands die when you see those towers collapse. Thousands. That's what will always stand out for me. Utterly sickening.

But yeah; there are horrific things happening all over the World, and we should all be acutely aware of these atrocities in the same way as we were of 9/11. Too much 'out of sight, out of mind'.

9/11 has no strong meaning to me, maybe a slide show, compared to the more immediate 7/7 bombs, especially considering that my bank (co-op)was in the Angel, Islington.
My personal banker was among those murdered on a bus going to work,
A really nice woman, with a habit of wearing scary blue contact lenses, they really stood out, considering she was a Muslim.

You're a c0ck

Went to bed and judging by your post, it was past your bedtime too…

I'd found out that my dad had a terminal brain tumour three days earlier, so wasn't in the best of spirits. When my wife rang me at work and told me a plane had flown into the side of the world trade centre and that it was a terrorist attack, my first thought was that flying a light aircraft into the side of such a huge building was a rather odd way to make a point.
I can remember the sinking feeling I had when I realised what had actually happened – partly for the poor people in the planes and buildings, and partly (and selfishly) for the fact that the huge grief that I and my family were feeling had been so comprehensively overshadowed (or put into perspective, as I later felt).

Watching it unfold on TV at home. I had the day off to pack ready for our flight on September 12th to…America. Needless to say, that didn't happen!

I was at work in San Francisco, got sent home from work as there were fears the golden gate bridge, BART or the financial district could also be targets!! Pretty scary stuff.

I was a student so watched the whole thing on rolling news. Remember thinking what a terrible accident but then when the second plane hit it all came into focus and it was obviously a terrorist attack. I'll never forget the sick feeling in my stomach as I considered who the chimp in charge of Americas big red nuclear button was! I genuinely feared I was witnessing the beginning of the end of the world. Maybe it was.

Was at work when guy I work with walked in saying he'd heard on his car radio about a plane hitting the twin towers. Thought it was a light aircraft or something. Looked online just as they said another one hit. Knew right away it wasn't no accident. Stood in the boardroom with the rest of the office in complete silence watching it all on the news for hours. Plus I'd been standing underneath the towers about 3 weeks previous.

Receiving text messages from Mrs North scared stiff for her father.

Her father was in working in New York that day. He had flow down from Boston the day before and had been working in the World Trade Centre on 10th september.

Lucky man, though he's completely sanguine about it.

(He and four other colleagues from the UK then tried to leave the USA. Somone suggested splitting up. He told them that was foolish, not least because one coleague was a Muslim with a big beard….)

I was at a hotel in Heathrow. Specialized were having a dealer roadshow at this hotel, in a load of big basement rooms. Bike shop staff from all over that area went to the hotel and had a look at the shiny 2002 bikes due into their shops, few informal presentations etc. Anyway, about lunchtime I headed off with a journalist mate I'd met there, got a lift back into London with him. We were listening to some cassette he had on then it finished and on the news was Tony Blair speaking to the Teachers Union and saying that "in light of these terrible happenings I obviously can't give my speech…" We were screaming "WHAT'S HAPPENED?!" at the radio and it was AGES before it was announced that a plane had hit the WTC. Even then I was thinking Cessna or similar and wondering why TB would cancel a speech for that. Facts were still really scarce, no-one knew anything so the channels were jammed with speculation.

He dropped me off at Waterloo and I got the bus home, turned the TV on in time to see the first tower fall. Just sat there in complete disbelief.

Edit: a uni friend of mine had flown out of NY on the same flight the previous day! 😯

I was riding on Exmoor, only heard the news back at the campsite that evening then saw a few pictures on the tv with no sound in the pub later on that day.