226 20 70359 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: Well it was just another day. Kids are yelling at teachers, teachers are yelling at students, nothing really new. So I am in computer class and by word of mouth we are all told as a class that a plane crashed into just some building, you know accidents happen, its not an everyday thing but hey maybe it was foggy or something. Then we hear that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center so we were kind of shocked since that would be a big mistake since they are so big, you dont just like not see the things. Soon after the first plane hit, a second plane hit the other tower, so then we knew something was going on. The rest of the day was a huge frenzy with news and gas surplus and supposed food shortages, so what does a guy do on his own birthday? Well for me I sat home alone in my room and that was my big 17, the alleged happiest day of everyones lives was now tarnished with terrorism. But with all of that, it turned out to be a descent day except for the whole killing spree that was going on. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story782.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I do not know really where to begin but I will try. I was at work subing in the classroom. One of our staff members informed us that she heard on the news that a plane had crashed but was not sure where. She then came back in and informed us a little at a time what was going on. Since we were teaching 3 to 5 year olds we kept most of this to ourselves. But it was hard not to talk about the events of that day. We all were worried,upset and praying for news that it was all just a joke. Class ended earlier then usual that day as parents slowly trickled in to get their children. Everyone just knew that it was not over and where could it happen next. As I drove home all I could think about was family I had that lived in the New York area that I some how lost contact with over the years and wished there was someway I could find out how they were. At that moment I knew that I only was feeling just a small amount of the waiting and unknowing game that was going on with people everywhere that had family on planes or in the centers or love ones that worked as the unknown heros that we take for granted every day (policemen, fire figthers etc.). I went home, hugged my family and told them how much I loved them. From that day forth I waited, watched and listened for any kind of news (hoping it was good). But as the days passed there was none. So to anyone that lost someone either close or by aquaintace my heart and prayers will remain with you always. From my family to yours. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I had nothing interesting to do that day and I was looking forward to relaxing all day and watch TV. My grandparents came up to my apartment because I wanted to show my grandpa something at the computer. For that purpose I turned off my TV. When we were done with the computer (which didn't take very long) I said to my grandpa: "Hope you don't mind that I'm turning on the TV again, my favourite show is running." He accepted but all we saw when I turned it back on was the burning World Trade Center. I just couldn't believe it. A man from the channel came up and said 'it was still unclear what caused it. But wait, we have it confirmed that a plane hit the WTC.' I was shocked. It was September 11th, 2001 and I had just arrived from the States ten days ago after spending a year there as an AuPair. I flew from Boston and thought what might have happened if they had chosen just ten days earlier. I had had the best time of my life in the States and feel deeply connected to the USA and now this country was under attack. Me and my grandpa were standing in front of the TV, watching shocked how the building was burning. Then all of a sudden I noticed the second explosion coming from the second tower and I screamed what was that? My grandpa repeated over and over again it was a plane. Did you see the plane? I did not. My grandma called out to us not realizing what had happened. Then she burst into the room and told us to do something but stopped in mid-sentence as she saw the pictures. She asked what had happened and I told her the little information we had. Then we stood there for two hours in a row unable to believe what we saw. As the towers came down I just couldn't believe it. I had been standing in between the towers just a year earlier admiring the height and the structure but at the same time frustated I couldn't take a picture because they just didn't fit. As they fell I was flipping to another channel and someone said: "Now the symbol of America has fallen. The World Trade Center no longer exists." I was horrified. I was watching TV nonstop that day. In the evening I called my hostfamily in the States to ask if they were okay. They were, although deeply shaken. My parents were on vacation and called me from the airport in Spain ready to fly home that day. I told them what had happened but my Mom did not believe me. When they came home in the middle of the night we again watched TV for at least two more hours. I guess until the falling of the towers I still believed it to be a sick movie with great special effects and kept repeating it looked like a bad movie. But it was sad reality. I still feel deeply saddened when thinking about the tragedy and my heart goes out to all the victim's families. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story10111.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I had just got home and went to bed around 7:15am, as I had worked a 24-hour shift with the County EMS the day before, September 11th. My mom had surgery on the 11th at the local hospital, and my grandparents were geting ready to go see her. I was the only one home at the time of the attacks. Around 8:50am, the phone rang.....and I answered it....it was my grandmother (she had that concerned tone to her voice). Immediately I had thought something had ahppened to my mom during surgery. My grandmother simply stated, "Turn on the T.V. to CNN.......a plane flew into the World Trade Center..." (I thought she was joking, sometimes she would call and get me up out of bed early in the morning)So, I turned the T.V. onto CNN......and dropped the phone. I could not believe what I saw.....it was just terrible....I told my grandmother I'll call her back. I immediately called the Chief at the Firehouse, and he said, "get your butt down here, all units have been recalled". So, I grabbed a few things and went to the station. The Governor's office had called and said, "Be ready to go anywhere, at any time, with little or no notice." We stayed on standby at the Firehouse for 3 days, just watching the images from NYC and D.C. I could not believe that someone would do such a thing. All of the brothers that we had lost in the Towers. Then the call from the State....and FEMA, they're looking for volunteers to help with the rescue/recovery at Ground Zero. Some from the area went...others stayed...to protect our own homes. It was the worst week for all of us as Firefighters. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story10544.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I will never forget that day, it is burned into my memory. I was at home, three months pregnant. I had just put my 5yr old son on the bus for Pre-K, and my 8yr old daughter out the door to school. I sat down on the couch to relax for a little while and turned on the television. I was amazed to find out a plane had crashed into the world trade center tower. I called my husband at work to see if he had heard about it yet. He is in the air force. His office was just getting the reports. As I watched, the second plane hit the other tower. I was completely in shock. They were spectulating that it was a small sesna, but I could tell it was much larger than that. I called my mother in Florida and woke her up. I stayed on the phone with her for more than an hour, just watching and crying. When the first tower collapsed, I almost collapsed. The only thing I could think of was all those people in that tower. I kept praying that I would wake up, and all this would be a nightmare. Then the second tower went down. I couldn't stop crying. My Mom told me to turn off the tv and try to not think about it. I turned it off, but couldn't stay away. The whole day, I felt like the world was turned upside down. When my kids got home, I kept hugging them and tried to explain what happened to my daughter. She seemed to understand and said that she felt bad for all the people in NY. After that I just tried to keep their day as normal as possible. I was worried that they might have nightmares about it. I was amazed at how well they handled it. They asked a lot of questions, and I answered them as truthfully as I could. When my husband came home, the only thing I could do was hug him and tell him that I love him very much. We stayed close together the rest of that day, and the next. I was afraid to let my family out of my sight. I still think of New York every day, and pray for the world. I will always remember 9-11!!!! Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story6510.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: i was volunteering at the M.S. society, and people came in at various time in the morning. they were teling us impossible things that were happening in new york and washington and penneylvania! i was absolutely stunned! when i went home, i made a beeline for the tv. and watched the horror that was 9-11-01! i just couldn't beleive that were being attacked on our own soil!! i said, that if i weren't too handicapped or too old, i would love to join the military and kick their posteriors!!! 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I was in the 8th grade on September 11, 2001. I was in physical education class getting dressed when the gym teacher Mr. Kelly came in the lockeroom and said the towers were just hit. I remember not thinking nothing of it, but my school was walking distance from the world trade center in baltimore so then i started to get nervous. I still hadn't got a full idea of what was going on until for some reason most of my classmates were getting called out of class to go home early. Then i really started to get nervous. Then they finally turned on the tv around 9:45 and I was shocked and then i realized when it hit the pentagon that my grandparents and other relatives in dc may be in trouble, so i just prayed and when my mom came to get me we called our relatives and everything was ok. But i just remember feeling so bad for the people that died and so angry at whoever would do something so mean. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story20645.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: Tuesday morning I was getting ready for my only class of the day at IUPUI in Indianapolis, Indiana. I was listening to the radio like I normally do. I was catching bits and pieces of the morning show. But I heard an urgentcy in the female dj. She was saying something about an airplane hitting a building. I wasn't sure about it and wasn't really caring but I was drawn to the living room and turned on the tv. There it was. The replay of the first plane hitting the Towers. I was deviasted. Not knowing what to do I just stood there and staired. My phone rang and my roommate answered it. It was her mom telling her what happened. She got up and joined me in the living room. Both of us sat on the couch and gawked at the tv. It looked just a movie. A really bad movie. No one knew what was going on. Then it happened. We saw live on our local television channel the second plane hitting the other Tower. Astonished we both started to cry. We couldn't believe what we just saw. The entire day we sat and watched the television. We decided we were going to give blood like every other American. We seriously thought that there would be surviers, hurt and injuried. We jumped in our car and turned on the radio. Every station was tuned into some type of CNN-MSNBC station. No one played music. You can hear the dj's struggling to steady their voices and relay the latest news. No one knew what to do. We arrived at one of the downtown bloodbanks to find a huge line. After waiting an half hour to fill out paper work we were told that it would be a few hours before our number would be called. So, we left and went back to her parents house. Everyone was glued to the tv. My roommates younger brother didn't really understand what was going. He just knew that it was really bad and people are scared and crying. After a few hours and a few slices of pizza my roomy and I headed back to the bloodbank. We got there and we found out that they weren't even close to our number but we stayed. We sat in our chairs for 6 hours watching people come and go, people calling loved ones, people consoling each other. We sat and watched as the third plane hit the Pentagon and the fourth crash into an open feild in Penn. You can see horror, disbelief, saddness, confusion in the peoples faces around us. What's going on? Who is doing this to us? How can they do this to us? Why are they doing this to us? What do we do? What should I do? All these questions and more ran through all of our minds. I remember watching all the brave and courageous firefighters run into the buildings to help save people. All the men and women of different colors, races, religions join together to help save their fellow man. Not long after running into the buildings the one thing that didn't cross my mind and probably others. The first Tower fell. A scream and OH MY GOD came from my mouth. Tears immediately streamed from my eyes. All those people. All those firefighters that just ran in to help. All those people still stuck inside. Gone. All gone. Then the second Tower fell. I felt nothing. My body was numb. All emotion was taken from my body. I felt like I was floating outside my body and watching everything unfold before me. It was unreal. Thousands of people gone. Mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmothers, grandfathers, friends...all gone in matter of seconds. Thousands of lives destroyed. Then it hit me. What about Eric, Jamie my roommates, boyfriend? He's in Korea with the army. I hope he's okay. I hope he's not on alert now. Joel, oh Joel. My friend Sheila's boyfriend. He's a ranger and is called. Please God let him be safe. Thousands of questions ran through my head and nothing I can do to answer them. Midnight-One am. I'm finally home. Ahh..home. I'm safe or am I? My bed. Nothing can harm me in my bed. My blankets will protect me. My dreams will save me. My parents always told me the most rememberable things that happen to them. When the first man landed on the moon or when JFK was shot. They remember what they were doing. They lived through the Korean and Vietnam War. They lived through Nixon and Watergate. They lived throught the Gulf War. I admired them for that. They got to live through history. History that I read in books. I never thought I would get to tell my children one day I remember when that I happen. I was doing this. But now I do. Somethine that no one wants to remember what day it was, what time, where they were, what they were doing, what they thought. I remember everything to this day a year later. Something I wish I don't get to share with my children. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story3648.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: It was an ordinary day, just like any other. I usually don't have time to watch TV in the morning before i have to go to my first class. Being in college its hard to find time to watch TV period. But that day i had gotten up early and decided to sit down and watch TV till i had to go. I turned on the TV and at that time the first trade center had already been hit. I was watching this in awe. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening. At first i figured that something had happened to the plane itself and couldn't be manuvered to a landing area and ended up crashing accidently into the World Trade Center. But then i saw the second Plane Hit. It was the worst thing i could ever witness in my life. I am only 21 years old, soon to be 22, at the time of the attacks i was 20. It was common sense to know that after the second plane hit it was no accident. The thousands of victims in the World Trade Centers and the planes that hit, not to mention the Pentegon and the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. I couldn't sit and watch unfortunatly because i had to attend class. luckily it was a reporting class and we where able to do research on what had happened. The internet was slow due to many people searching the web to find out what happened. It was the worst day possible and to top it off i was 400 miles away from my family. everone was calling to find out if everyone was okay. We may not have been close by the Eastern part of the US. but it affected everyone in the US. no matter where they where from. Classes where cancelled soon after the plane hit Pennsylvania. I think i sat and watched the replays over and over and over again on the TV. i couldn't stop watching it was like a horrible accident that happens on the road and you have to turn your head to see it. Those innocent people and those hundreds and hundreds or workers that died trying to save others. Finding out that Osama Bin Laden was behind all this was the last straw. I could not believe that some one could be so cold hearted that they would mastermind something such as this. Yet now that we have started attacks on them it is the worst thing in the world to them because innocent people are dying there. That is not right. Killing isn't the answer. and Violence and War are not going to do anything but kill innocent people and harm our chances or any peace on earth. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I'm a coordinator for the N.Y. Board of Elections. On the morning of 9/11, while working at my poll site in a synagogue, the police officer informed me of the planes that had crashed into the WTC. At first, I didn't know what to think about it but a few minutes later a young women entered the synagogue and stated that another plane hit the Pentagon. I was starting to feel fear, I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I knew that I had to contact my family. I called home and one of my sons answered and I told him to turn on the T.V. and he informed me that the towers collapsed. That did it for me. I was totally in limbo. All I kept thinking about was my kids. Since the city was shut down, I walked home, it took about 2 hours. I picked up my younger children in school and bursted into tears when I saw them. They could not understand what was going on. What hurts me most of all, is the fact that those 2 beautiful buildings are gone. I had the pleasure of being able to work in Tower 1 on the 53rd floor about 10 years ago. I also knew one of the victims, her name was Nicole Lindo she was on the 103rd floor of Tower 1. Her remains were never recovered. The events of 9/11 has left me with great sadness. It will take me many years to get over this. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story8029.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I was on the phone with my sister watching the news when I saw the first plane hit Tower 1.. I thought it was an accident.. then the second plane hit and I knew it was no accident.. a colleague came running over that they had hit the Pentagon.. I had a son studying at Fordham University and I panicked hoping he was okay.. i called and called and called and could not get through.. he finally reached me at 10:30 and he was so upset.. he finally came home for good in October as he could not deal with the stress of living in New York City any further.. I will never forget that day as I know thousands will not also. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story3015.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: Tuesdays have always been my day off. That one started off like all the others. Tim was off to work before I got out of bed and I got up about a half hour later with our little girl Emma who was almost 2 at the time. We had just bought our first house and we were expecting our son Noah in 2 months. Life as we knew it was perfect. I turned on the Playhouse Disney for Emma and went into the kitchen to make us some breakfast. Thats when the phone rang. It was Tim telling me to turn on the news because a plane crashed into the Trade Center. I turned on CNN only to witness the second one and I just started to cry. My other line beeped and it was my mom. She was at work and called to see if I was ok. She knows about my fear of planes and how I would react to something like this. I remember her telling me to calm down.That it wasnt good for the baby. My thoughts immediatly turned to my kids. What was happening? Am I even going to see this child I am carrying? See my children grow up? When you lose someone the hours and days that follow are so hard and just odd. I didnt know anyone personally that lost their life that day but it still felt like that. Like most of America my eyes were glued to the Tv that day. The first few hours in the morning holding my precious Emma watching the horrific events that followed. The afternoon with my little sister ( I called her to come over. I really needed the company) and in the evening over at my mom and dads with the rest of my family as the second tower fell. Just being together because who knew was the future held. We didnt know who did this or if they'd do it again. The days and weeks following were a blur. I remember alot of praying especially for the victims and our families, donating money and buying flags and just trying to get on with life. One thing is for sure though, we will never ever be the same. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story9323.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I remember leaving my apartment very early that day on my way to a doctor's appointment on the upper West Side of Manhattan. The doctor's office faces Riverside Park and you can see the West Side Highway from her windows. My appointment was for 8:45 a.m. and I remember commenting to her that "gee there seems to be alot of noise out there this morning". Even for a hardened New Yorker who is use to all kinds of noise it was apparent that something was going on. We paid no mind to it and upon leaving her building I noticed there were several helicopters hovering overhead. It many ways it seemed like "business as usual" and I remember calling my office on my cell phone to retrieve messages. The calls wouldn't go through and I remember being somewhat agitated as the phone had been charged that very morning. I went to the 9 train which runs down the west side of Manhattan and remember vaguely hearing one woman saying to another something about some small planes. Nothing to seemed to be different and no one seemed terribly upset. When I got off on 50th Street it was quite apparent that it wasn't business as usual. People were standing in the middle of Broadway looking up at the sky. I walked over to a man and asked him what was happening and he looked at me like I had two heads. He said "lady the World Trade Center was attacked". That's the last thing I remember as I ran across town to my office. People were coming up to me and asking if they could my cell phone. I said of course if they could get it going. Now we know that all communication had been knocked out because the Towers had fallen. When I got to my office our receptionist told me that my husband had been franticly calling the office as he knew I would be taking the subway to work and had no idea where I was at that point. I contacted him (fortunately I was able to get through to him), had a good cry, and then went into one of the senior partners' office and watched the second tower go down. It's a time and a day I will never forget. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story1950.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: It was a beautiful Tuesday morning on September 11th and I was having a cup of coffee. It was About 8:50 am and my daughter Ciara had gone to school. I took the day off from work because I was volunteering at my daughters school. My girlfriend Debbie called and told me she was watching the news and that some "big" building in the city was onfire. I turne the Tv on and i said" Oh my God, Debbie, that's the World Trade Center". We both stayed onthe phone with eachother and listened to the news. They were saying that the Tower was hit by a plane. At that time nobody knew what happened. Just at that moment the second tower it. I could not believe what I was witnessing. I thought it was a replay, but, to my horror it was not. I sat with my girlfriend on the other end of the phone and cried and cried. I was shocked and scared. At that time the news did not say it was a terrorist attack. I got ready, called my family to make sure everyone was ok, and drove to my daughters school. She was coming home with me. By then I knew it was terrorists. I wanted my child to hear what happened from me. I knew someone that perished in the trade center. He was a fireman. I will never ever forget that day for as long as I live! May God bless us and America. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story5748.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: This should give you a British view on the events - I can remember getting into my car to go home from School, and my mother told me, A plane has hit a tower in New York. I was stunned, i turned on the radio, and instead of hearing the normal comedy radio show, I heard an announcement "Ladies and gentlemen, in a mark of respect, all normal shows will not go ahead today, instead we will keep you updated on the horrifying events. When I got home i switched on the TV, every channel was reporting it, I watched all night, untill i fell asleep, News still on. The next day at school, there were no smiling children, no games, just crowds talking quietly. The UK was in shock, The world was in shock. Nothing would ever be the same. Now the world lives in fear, which is no way to live. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story11272.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: i was actually sleep when the first tower was hit and waking up when the second tower was hit. i didnt know what actually was happening because it happened so fast. what i remember was going to take a drug test for work and coming home and everything in the city had been shut down. it was scary because everybody was panicking and worrying about a loved one. i didnt have a family member injured, thank God but it was something to think about.. family is very important to me now because you never know what tomorrow holds!! 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: My daughter, Kelly and I and my granddaughter, Crystal were on vacation in New York on the 8th of Sept. We had tickets to Michael Jacksons concert and the day of the 8th we were standing where the twin towers were. It gives me shivers when I realize how close to being victims we had become. On Sept. 11th we had traveled to Massachusetts and when I reached my nieces house she ran outside and said "You need to come in here and see this". 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I guess this isn't exactly what you were looking for. I'm not about to tell you a true story. I do a lot of writing in my spare time, which I can understand may seem "nerdy" for a fifteen year old to be doing. Anyways, I wrote this story a couple of days ago, after I had seen a Discovery Channel show that discussed the events of 9/11. My story is in no way a real story and is not meant to offend anyone. I guess here goes nothing, right? Don't make fun of it please, its no great peice of art. It's just a kid's story, about a horrible thing, and, well, it's not even done yet. I thought I'd post the first part, the part leading up to the accident, and then later I'd send the rest. I hope that's okay, thats allowed, right? Well...enough talking, hope you enjoy, or rather, don't enjoy, there is no happiness in the tragidies of that day. A New Normal by Tess Intro ?It was my first full day on the job since my accident. God, I was so excited. I walked into station 18 and there were all my friends, my brothers. Who would have guessed that a group of?co-workers, I guess you?d call it?.could ever be so close? No, it was more than that. We were more then close. We just?were. I know it won?t ever be the same. That?s a given I have to learn to except, we all do. But sometimes, I just miss them all so much, it hurts. You know what I mean?? -Jack Ferdinand A New Normal The first face I saw when I woke up was Justin McGregor. Then I noticed he wasn?t alone, Andrew, Davy-Boy and Sammy were all there, staring at me, smiling underneath worried eyes. Where the hell was I? ?You?re in the hospital, buddy.? Davy-boy always knew what was running through my mind. ?Quite a spill you took. Most firefighters choose to use the ladder-?? Laughter. ?Maybe they don?t teach that over in those ?west coast? stations-? Laughter. ?Guys, guys! C?mon, he told me the story in the ambulance on the way here! Give the poor guy a break, the old lady pushed him out the window, it wasn?t his fault!? Uproar of laughter and knee-slapping. ?The one in the wheelchair?? ?Yeah, that?s the one!? ?Duh guys, how could you forget, it?s been happening all time lately. A new outbreak of criminals. Haven?t you heard all the stories ?bout the ninety-nine year old women, in wheelchairs, barely strong enough to brush their own hair, pushing young, strapping firefighters out of 5 story windows?? Laughter. ?Musta missed that news letter!? Laughter. ?Fine guys. Fine, don?t believe me. But I swear she ran into me.? There was no hope defending myself in a situation like this, no hope at all. The boys laughed and laughed until finally a nurse came in. She was very attractive. They all tried to act mature and flexed their arms as they walked past her towards the door. She smiled, particularly at Andrew. He gave her his usual wink and swaggered away, smug and cool, as always. ?You can talk to him more, later, boys. He needs his rest.? Her blond hair flowed over her shoulders as she went to check the monitors I was hooked up to. ?Uh-hmm. Can I have one moment, ma?am?? Justin asked quietly when all the other fellows had already filed out. ?Of course. Just make it quick.? She gave him a polite smile and walked out the door. As it closed I could see Andrew standing there, smiling widely at her, his white teeth gleaming in the fluorescent glow of the lights. ?You gave us all a real scare, Jack. We thought we lost you for good.? His smile lacked luster as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, and he grabbed my hand with both of his, holding it tightly. ?Hey, no worries, huh? Just call me lucky from now on, okay? I?ll be back in no time, just got the wind knocked outa? me is all.? I knew my voice was weak from not saying much the past few days, and it didn?t do much to console his fright, but it was all I had to give. ?Yeah?just the wind?? He wiped a lone tear from his cheek. ?Uh-hmm.? I grunted, putting on my manliest face and voice. ?The boys might start to think you?re getting soft if they see you like this, buddy. Better get going.? I patted his hand, smiled big, and then nudged him with my leg. He stood up quickly, brushed his shirt off, and rubbed his face with both his hands. ?Of course. See ya? around, buddy.? He turned away and walked towards the door. Three steps later, he stopped. Still facing the door, he whispered, ?Just the wind, right Jack?? His voice was a barely audible whisper. ?Just the wind.? My voice was stronger then his, encouraging him to continue. It broke my heart to see them so worried, and to see one of them cry, that was almost scary. I closed my eyes and only listened to him walk away, I felt the tears running down my face but I had no care. I was alone. Or so I thought. ?You?re going to be fine, Mr. Ferdinand. I promise.? The blond nurse was in the room again, checking the monitors with her hands but looking at me with her eyes. They were the most beautiful blue I had ever seen, clear like Hawaii water and deep as any ocean I had ever seen. Just like that, just like how she had snuck into my room, she was gone, in an instant. I watched her butt as she walked away. Even under the blue scrubs you could see it was tight; she worked out. Maybe this hospital thing wouldn?t be all that bad? The boys came by everyday after that. They told me stories of all the calls and jobs they had taken, how much more food there was in the refrigerator since I wasn?t there. Besides all that, they still teased me about my accident. ?Jimmy, from station 102, he got pushed out a window today. A tragedy, really. They say the culprit was a 89 year old woman, paralyzed from the neck down. Apparently she had an aggressive head-bunt.? Davy-boy spoke in an all-serious tone and shook his head as he talked. The other boys cracked up, choking and getting teary-eyed they were laughing so hard. Not a day went by that at least one of the boys didn?t come to visit. It was the best three weeks vacation of my life, except for the whole ?pee in a tray? thing. That was just plain awkward, but besides that, it was great. I couldn?t wait to go back though, to be able to move without pulling on tubes stuck in my nose, my mouth, and my arms. Justin never seemed convinced I was okay, but that?s just his nature. He was the mom of our group. He took care of us when we were sick, hurt, or tired. We all knew he was gay, but that didn?t matter. He was one of us, no questions asked. He had come over to my house for dinner with his boyfriend once, I had my girlfriend over. It was the best night of my life, to tell the truth. I had never had so much fun. Over all, Justin was the caring, compassionate one in the group. He was the parent I never had. One day, while I was trying to put my best moves on the hot blond nurse, he came by with chicken noodle soup. The nurse smiled and said I was still unable to eat solid foods, and for a moment his face was crushed, but he put a broad smile on to cover his disappointment. ?Well then. All the more soup for me!? He set it down on the table and asked the nurse for a few minutes alone. ?So, Jack, when you gunna get that wind back in ya??? He pulled up a chair and sat up by my head, still smiling. ?You know, I actually feel a lot better today than I have any other day. The doctor says that within the week I should be able to use the bathroom, as long as a nurse helps me. No complaining here, have you seen the nurse they got taking care of me? Whew! Talk about needing to put a fire out! She?s hot! Anyways, they expect 3 months physical therapy and then I can go back to work full time.? I smiled back at him, truly enthused by my own voice. ?Well that?s some damn good news, buddy!? He patted me on the shoulder and stood up. ?I better get going. This is a hot summer man, one of the hottest July?s of the year!? He smiled sideways at me as he grabbed the chair. ?Oh is it now? Hottest July of the year? Maybe that?s because it?s the only July?? ?Aw, man. You caught me. I was just checking to make sure your heads alright. I mean, turning down chicken noodle soup isn?t your usual behavior.? He put the bowl on the food tray and swiveled it towards me. ?Being in a hospital isn?t my usual behavior, either.? I said. ?Eat the broth, huh? I?m sure you can suck down the noodles. I?ll see ya? tomorrow, buddy. Feel better, start getting the wind back in, okay?? ?Alright, later.? I said between slurps of warm broth. After weeks of hospital food, that was the best meal I had ever had in my entire life. Finally able to go home was a blessing. I walked into my apartment building with all the boys there, helping me up the stairs and jokingly hiding from every elder woman we passed. ?Any of of ?em could be murderous. I?ll go first and make sure the coast is clear.? Davy-boy ran up the stairs, his smart-ass comment leaving all the boys, as well as me, laughing. That was so Davy-boy. Saying something sarcastic was his usual behavior. We all loved him; he was the younger brother, smarter than all of us combined though. Book smart as well as street smart. Not all that handsome, but his wit had a way of attracting ladies just as well as the rest of us. His mind always raced at a thousand miles an hour, coming up with just the right thing to say at just the right time. When the ?band of brothers? had finally reached my apartment, Davy-boy was already inside. I knew it was a surprise party, but I wouldn?t ruin it for the boys. Never would I spoil something that was obviously so important to them. That?s how we were, supporting each other through everything, no matter how drained we were. ?You go first, Jack!? Sammy screamed out, apparently to warn those inside of my arrival. ?Wow, I think China can finally rest easy, they know you?re home!? called Davy-boy from inside. I laughed as I opened the door. The lights flicked on, streamers, balloons, ?Welcome Home!? posters, and at least thirty people were scattered around the living room of my apartment. ?WELCOME HOME, JACK!!!!? everyone screamed, almost shrieked. Sammy was jumping up and down with excitement. ?We got you good! Yeah we did! Davy-boy we did it! We got him good!? ?Settle down, Sammy. People are going to think there?s an earthquake with all the commotion you?re starting up.? Davy-boy answered as he poured a cup of punch. He walked towards me, holding the cup out. ?I checked it; no old ladies spiked it or anything. You?re safe, for now.? ?Gee, thanks Davy-boy. Whatever would I do without you?? I said sarcastically as I took the glass. ?Live happily ever after.? All the boys said at the same time. The rest of the party was a blur, I said ?Hi, how are you!? to about a dozen people that I didn?t know or couldn?t remember, and I drank a lot of punch. I think Davy-boy lied though, that wasn?t your regular punch. It had quite the kick to it, tequila I think. I do know my ex-girlfriend was there. We had remained close friends since our breakup; it would have been too hard to leave her completely out of my life. She gave me a big hug and a cheerful smile, along with a punch in the shoulder and a ?never do that again!? My parents weren?t there. Neither was my sister or brother. Of course they weren?t. They told me that if I wanted to go into this line of work, there would be risks, and they would not ?condone my radical behavior? in any way, shape or form. I didn?t care, though; I hadn?t talked to them much since I had told them I wasn?t going into the family business. I didn?t want to work behind a desk, no matter how incredible the building was. I wanted to be doing something to help people who couldn?t help themselves. They wouldn?t hear a word of it. They kicked me out onto the cold streets of New York. I made my way just fine though, I had good friends and the family I had made at the station was better than any family I had ever seen. The party was the best party I had ever had. It was the best night of my life, it would be for months to follow. ?Come on! Push! Use your legs!? Dan, the physical therapist I?d been seeing for the past few weeks, was screaming in my ear. ?Jesus, Dan!? I huffed between gasps. ?Are you sure you?re not trying to kill me?? Another gulp of air. He just laughed as he added more weight to the leg press machine. ?Ten more!? ?Yeah, figures.? The therapy was working well; my strength was slowly coming back to me. There?s no denying sometimes it was hard, and at times, I felt like I would never be the same. But my boys from the station would always come by at just the right time to make everything okay. There was nothing that could have pushed me harder than their helpful encouragements. ?Keep going, Jack! Keep it up! You got this! He so has this! Go on, Jack! You?re almost there! Go! Go!? Sammy?s usual roar of excitement filled the weight room once again. ?Sammy?s gettin? his own work out here! Look, he?s worked up a sweat and everything!? Andrew laughed at his own joke. Just then three girls walked into the room. These weren?t just any girls, these were physical therapists. Andrew pounced like a lion on his prey. ?Hey, ladies. I was wondering, I seemed to have hurt my shoulder a few days ago as I was rescuing a young boy from a burning inferno. You see, I?m a fireman and just because I felt my shoulder crack against the hot, hot wood, I was just trying to save this boy, so I had to ignore it. Think one of you could lend a hand?? He smiled his charming suave-debonair smile as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the toned, huge bicep underneath. ?Oh well isn?t that just touching!? A brunette with a southern accent said. ?Here, let me help you out. Come right on over here and take a seat, okay?? She smiled warmly at him, but her eyes were mischievous. Whatever she was saying was covered up by Sammy?s persistent screaming. ?Go! Go! Go Jack-o!? He was clapping his hands, his face about two inches away from mine. ?Sammy will you just shut up? Jesus, boy!? Davy-boy was laughing as he said this, and his head was shaking as he looked at the floor. Sammy jumped straight up, looked at Davy-boy with hurt eyes, then smiled. ?Sorry, guys. I just get a lil? excited is all.? ?Hey-? huff ?-don?t worry about it, Sammy. I enjoyed-? huff ?-it. Thanks for the encouragement.? I said as my face contorted to force the words out between breaths. Sammy smiled big now, almost in defiance to Davy-boys teasing. He was like a hyper-active kid, a kid with ADD. There was no stopping him, he would yell, jump, scream, and just always have a good time. He wasn?t always so, I guess immature is the word. He was our sergeant up until three years ago, when he got in a horrible accident during one of our worst calls. The building was roaring with flames, we were ordered to try to put it out, but not enter the building. There was no way anyone who entered would ever get out, the fire was that hot. But, as we were shooting the hoses, Sammy all of a sudden ran straight into the flames that seemed to lick the sky. ?Sammy! Where you going? Get back here!? I tried to run after him but Andrew grabbed me back. ?There?s someone in the window! Look!? He was screaming above the roar of the flames and pointing up. When I looked to where his finger pointed, I saw a very young girl, holding a blanket and waving it out the window. Her mouth was moving but I could not hear a word she said. It didn?t matter, her face was saying enough. She was dying fast and needed help. ?He can?t go in there alone!? I broke Andrews grip and ran into the flames after Sammy. The fire was hot on my face. I will never forget that feeling, I don?t think anyone could. I tried to open my eyes, even under my mask, but it was so bright. The flames licked the sides of the walls and engulfed them in their haunting beauty. I heard a crash behind me and turned to see the ceiling by the door fall to the ground in a loud rumble, then get sucked into the flames. ?Dear God let there be a back door.? I mumbled to myself as I continued through the wreckage. Just then I saw Sammy, running towards what was left of the stairs. I didn?t know what to do to get his attention, so I picked up a picture frame and hurled it towards his back. It hit his shoulder and skid off. He jumped sky high and turned to see if he was on fire. When he saw me, his face fell underneath his helmet. Then he pointed up the stairs, and motioned for me to come to him. Just as he said that, there was a loud crackle, crumbling noise. His eyes filled with fear as he looked up towards the ceiling. The flames seemed to swallow him up as it fell to the ground, landing on top of him. The walls began to fall around me; I knew I had no other choice. I ran straight into the flames, the heat eating me up. I used my ax to cut through the wood, trying to break it up, and I finally found a piece of his shirt to grab onto. I pulled as hard as I could and felt the wood around him give way. His limp body came up from underneath the pile of rubbish, and I knew I didn?t have much time. I put him over my shoulder, and as I turned I saw, to my amazement, a young girl, the same one that was in the window, jumping through the hole in the ceiling and landing right in front of me. She was crying, and badly burnt, but she was alive. She ran into my legs and clung on for dear life. I had no other choice but to try to carry her under my free arm. I tried to protect her from the flames as the nipped at our feet and faces, but I could feel her flinching every time they touched her. Using my body as a bomb, I plowed through a week wall and threw myself onto the ground outside. The grass was crisp, and I knew we were still in danger. So, using all my strength, I pushed myself up and ran towards the ambulances and fire trucks. The water rained down on us from the hoses as we made our way out of the hell we had just been in. I was bombarded with emergency medical personnel and the boys. The emergency medical personnel grabbed the girl but before they could get Sammy the boys came and grabbed him, ripping off his face mask. ?Sammy? Sammy! Hey buddy, wake yourself now, huh?? Words slurred with emotion poured from all of their voices, but all I could see was the look on his face when the ceiling began to crumble above him. I could see me, throwing the picture frame at him. I could see him stopping, if only he hadn?t stopped. If only he hadn?t been forced to waste time. Why had I gone in after him? Why had I tried to stop him, he could have saved that girls life. But the girl?s life was saved, and he had a lot to do with that. ?Jack? Jack are you okay? Jack!? I heard the voices as I slipped into the darkness that was overpowering my eyes. I felt like I was floating away into the ocean. A dark peace enveloped me in its cold grasp as I swam farther and farther down into the obscurity. I woke up minutes later, with an EMP kneeling over me, putting cold water on my face to scrub off the dirt. I sat up, shaking off the EMP with a few ?I?m okay?s?. ?Where?s Sammy? Where?s the girl?? I asked as I walked towards the boys. ?They took them to the hospital. We gotta finish off this before we can go. Sammy wouldn?t want us to leave a job unfinished.? Justin looked empathetic. ?What happened in there, Jack? You look like you?ve seen a ghost?? ?I?m just hoping Sammy?s okay, is all.? I grabbed hold of the hose and helped to aim it at the house. After a few hours we finally got the fire under control, and a smaller group of firefighters went in to clean up the mess. The boys and I were at last able to go see Sammy at the hospital. ?So what?s wrong with him? When is he going to be okay? You aren?t answering anything, here, Doc.? Andrew was pushing for answers. ?Listen. He?s had extensive head trauma, it?s hard to tell anything right now. There is definite brain damage, which is apparent. He is awake now, but I?m not sure you would want to see him-? That?s all it took. We ran past the doctor, our boots sounding like thunder as we ran down the hall. ? Jesus Christ.? A whisper from Andrew captured the essence of the whole group. Sammy was laying down, his eyes open, his head wrapped in bandages. He had more tubes stuck into him than anything I had ever seen. I was amazed by how burnt he was. His arms were wrapped in gauze, but the blood seeped through. ?Hey guys.? He winced. ?Sammy. Hi. How are you?? Justin was the first to break the silence from us. He walked over to him and sat in a chair next to his bed. All of a sudden Sammy started screaming out loud, his face broken and burned, and he seemed like a hurt child. ?It hurts! I want my mommy! God it hurts! Ow! Help me it hurts!? His tears streamed down his burnt cheeks, washing away skin as they went. ?Shh. Sammy shh. It?s okay, huh? It?s okay Sammy. You?re going to make it, right? Shh?mommy?s here.? Justin didn?t know if it was okay to touch Sammy, so he just leaned close and whispered. It was never the same after that accident. It became obvious that Sammy had lost something in that accident. He was demoted from Sergeant, but he will always be the sergeant to us. He can still fight fires with anyone, but his behavior outside of work is childlike. It didn?t change how much we loved him. Nothing could ever change that. It just became his usual behavior and a new normal for us all. I walked into the station, and there were all the boys, smiling at me, with a huge cake in front of them. I walked over to it, expecting a ?welcome back? or something along those lines. Rather, the cake said ?Took you long enough!? ?Wow, thanks guys. That?s really nice of you. This is just so touching.? I smiled at all of them, cheesy, fake. ?Buddy, we figured you would appreciate it.? Andrew smiled back as he began to cut into the vanilla cake. My favorite. They never failed to remember the small details. At approximately 8:47, the bell rang, letting us know there was another emergency. We went into action quick, throwing on our clothes and going down the poll. Someone had grabbed the cake and thrown it into the cab next to me. ?It?s a big one, guys. A plane accident. Hit the trade center!? Andrews voice was slightly panicked as he turned the truck down towards the downtown area. ?Do you know which tower?? I asked. I knew I shouldn?t care, but I did. My brother and my dad both worked at the World Trade Center, in the south tower. I did not want them to be hurt. I prayed for them to be okay. ?It?s okay, Jack.? Justin said. ?It hit the North Tower.? He was the only one who knew about my family. ?Okay? It?s not okay! A freaking plane! Shit guys! Look at that!? Davy-boy was for once left without a smart comment. We were underneath the building, and it seemed like a hundred stories up a fire was roaring. People were jumping out of the building, bodies flailing out the windows. Others were storming out of the door. A crowd had gathered; people with video cameras, people in utter shock. We set to work right away, Andrew, Sammy, Justin, Davy-boy, and I all ran towards the building. We knew first we should get people out of the tower. There were hundreds of other firefighters unloading hoses, screaming orders, it seemed like utter chaos. We were climbing the stairs, telling anyone we ran into to get out of the building immediately. We knew the hoses were not even close enough in length to reach the fire, at 78 stories up. Sammy was rushing past people, asking if anyone was hurt as he climbed the many, many stairs. Suddenly, someone was screaming. ?They hit the other tower! The other towers been hit!? I was in a swirl, I could hear the panic outside as I ran back down the stairs. Step, step, step. Stair after stair, one foot after the other, until I was literally tumbling down the last flight. I ran outside, and to my horror there was the second building, the south tower, on fire. A gaping hole spit black, firey ash into the air; tens of thousands of pieces of paper and chunks of metal rained down to cover the street below. The world was ablaze in fire, smoke, and death. ?Its terrorists! It?s terrorists!? A woman ran past me crying, blood pouring from her face, a piece of metal stuck into her eye. Suddenly she collapsed, I had to help her. I looked up to watch the two buildings standing tall, their height still looming. Instead of power and strength in the buildings, all I saw was horrid darkness. A person whom had apparently jumped out of one of the windows above where the plane had hit landed to my left, and lay like a discarded piece of garbage. Her brown hair was the only sign that it was a woman at all. Screams for help and terror filled the air, sending chills through my bones. I looked around, and for the first time noticed none of my boys were there. I knew they were okay, we had arrived to late to be affected by the actual attack, now we were helping those that were hurt. Still, something inside me told me worse was to come. A man ran by me, screaming ?They hit the Pentagon, too! They?re killing us all! We are all going to die!? I did not see his face nor did I care, his words echoed throughout the crowd, and in that moment, he was inside all of us. That voice, those words, filled everyone within hearing distance with pure unadulterated terror. ?Help me! Please!? ?She?s gone! Oh lord, she?s gone! My baby!? ?Where is he? Don?t you know! Where is he? Can?t anyone tell me anything? Where?s my husband! Where is my husband?? ?Save her please! Save her! Somebody, anybody! Somebody! She?s dying over here, please! Save my wife!? ?Laura? Laura where are you?? Everyone looked the same, covered in ash and blood, screaming out for the same thing, someone to help them. I tried; I was able to get the lady with the shard of metal in her eye to an ambulance. I helped another person, a man, whose arm had been severly broken when a piece of the building landed on him, to an ambulance. But soon I realized the ambulances were filling up. I noticed people standing, watching the tallest buildings in New York burn up in flames and black smoke. Somebody yelled something, and in that instant, I saw him. My father was running towards me, screaming about a hurt young man. He carried some sort of blanket in his arms. As he got close, I realized it wasn?t a blanket at all, but my brother, wrapped up in a piece of cloth. ?Jack! Please, Jack, is there some way we can save him? Oh dear God Jack please, please help me!? He laid the mangled mess down in front of me, and when I removed the cloth from him, I saw his face bloody and distorted, barely even a face at all. ?Joe? Joey wake up!? He had no pulse, I knew he was dead, I had seen it times before. I looked up into my fathers eyes and he knew too. We stood there a moment, in silent tears over the loss of a loved one, and then he hugged me. ?I was so worried, Dad. I was so worried.? I said into his shoulder. ?It?s over now, Son. Your brother is off to a better place now.? ?I have to go help the others, Dad. Get to an ambulance if you can, they?re filling up fast. Hurry, Dad. I?ll find you when I?ve taken care of everyone. I love you, Dad.? ?I love you, too, son.? Like that I was off, helping other hurt people, trying to find my boys. Where were they? I recalled Sammy and Justin running into the south tower, but I had not seen the others come out of the north tower yet. I decided I?d go over there to see if I could find them. As I made my way towards the towers, the lady next to me screamed again and pointed up. What I saw filled me with more terror than I had ever experienced in my entire life. The south tower, which stood 1,360 incredible feet tall, was crumbling down. The top seemed to cave into the rest of it, sending a huge cloud of dust and debris outward. ?Get out of the way! Everybody get out! Run!? I screamed to the crowd, trying to get people to run faster, but the streets were flooded with thousands of people. The cloud overtook most of us, and in a split second visibility went from perfectly clear to not even being able to see your own hand. It was completely black, and the air was too thick to breathe. I new which way the tower was and I ran away from that. You could hear screams but you couldn?t see anything, it was too dark. The ash flowed into my nostrils, onto my tongue, in my throat, there was no escaping it. Something, someone, grabbed onto me, latching onto my shoulder as if I was all he/she had. She was yelling something, but it was almost as though her words had faded into the mass of screams around me. Then I felt her hand go limp, I knew in an instant she had died, there was no way I could save her now. The dust started to clear, slowly, oh so slowly. Where were my boys? Sammy? Justin? Where were Andrew and Davy-boy? Adrenaline pumped through my veins, my mind seemed to be disconnected from the rest of me. My body was sure in it?s movements, but my thoughts were tentative. I was running towards the rubble that remained of the buildings. I don?t know why but for some insane reason I felt my friends were in that mess, but I felt that they were okay. They?re firefighters, guys like them don?t get seriously hurt, save on rare occasions. I ran back, stopping at every person to see if they were who I was searching for. Everyone looked exactly the same, covered from head to toe in grey, dejected ash. ?Sammy? Johnny! Andrew? Davy-boy?? I heard myself screaming, and I kept screaming. I knew my voice was no clearer than any of the other lost people screaming in agony but I kept trying. Trying was all I had. Suddenly, my foot hit something and I felt myself tumbling, head over heel, onto the ground, softened by feet of ash. I sat there, in the ash, with my legs pulled up to my chest. I was so empty at that moment. I felt so alone. I just wanted my boys. I looked up to see what had tripped me, and saw, to my amazement, a helmet. It was grey with ash, but in my heart I knew what it was. I stood up and walked over to it. I couldn?t make myself pick it up, so I just stared at it. I stood there probably a whole minute before I got the nerve to bend down and reach for it. I held it in my hand; its usually cold surface was hot, almost unbearable. The ash covering it was thick, but I wiped it away. The first thing I saw was a name written in black ink, it was charred but it was visible. I read it slowly, letter by letter, letting the pain set in one syllable at a time. D ? A ? V ?Y ? B-O-Y. The name burned itself on my memory. I saw it floating around my head, along with the face that goes with it. My tears were hot on my face, I felt them making their treacherous way through the mountains of ash. I looked around, searching all the faces. Maybe he was still here. Just because his helmet wasn?t on didn?t mean he wasn?t around. ?David? David Clark? David! Davy-boy?? My words slurred with tears, soundless gasps of air. ?David! Please? David!? I was screaming, helpless as all these people holding onto each other for dear life. The helmet slipped from my grip as I fell to my knees. I put my head in my hands and cried, cried for everything I knew I had lost. All my boys had gone into those buildings. None of them had come out. At least, that?s what I thought, I hadn?t found them. Something made me look up; I don?t know what it was. The helmet was upside down on the street, it?s inside exposed to the world. I hated to look, but something was in there. A picture mostly covered in blood, but a picture none the less. It was all of us, the whole team, Andrew, Justin, Davy-boy, Sammy, and me, standing around the pole, all of us smiling so wide, all of us so happy. It couldn?t have been that long ago, the memory was fresh in my mind. ?Hurry up, Andrew!? Sammy called out as he clicked the timer on the camera. ?I?m here, I?m here!? Andrew came skidding around the corner, threw his arm over my shoulder, and was standing with seconds to spare before the camera. Click. ?Well guys, it?s our seventh year together.? I said as I leaned against the pole. ?No way, man. I would ahve been in an insane asylum if it had really been that long!" Davy-boy said as he walked over toe get his helmet. He was always polishing that thing up, writing on it, he was more proud of his helmet than of his actual job. ?One day, Davy-boy, that helmets gunna? crack, and you?re going to have to get a new one. Ever think of that?? Andrew was making dinner over the stove in the lounge of the firehouse, the smell was incredible. ?What?cha cooking in there, Drewster?? Justin looked up from his book; The Living Sacrifice. ?Oh boy let me tell you! We have got ourselves a lovely dish tonight. Beef sirloin grilled to perfection, delicious baked beans slow-cooked for hours to ensure flavor and texture. All of this combined together in my all secret barbeque sauce, served with a big glass of fresh squeezed orange juice to ensure our health! ?Alright! Stagg chili here we come!? I said as I grabbed the soup can off the counter next to the stove. ?Good try, buddy.? ?Shh, it?s a secret! The guys have no idea.? He said, spooning up five dishes of the steaming hot concoction. ?They still don?t know those tacos I ?cooked? last week were really from Taco Time down the street. To them, I?m Mister Gourmet himself!? We walked into the make-shift dining room and set down the bowls. ?Hey! It?s Stagg chili again! Mmhmm my favorite!? Said Sammy, eyes wide with enthusiasm. ?And Minute-Made orange juice, no pulp added! That?s the only kind, I tell ya!? Justin piped up, eyes smiling. ?Well aren?t you a regular Chef Boyardee!? Davy-boy laughed, spooning his chili into his mouth. After he guzzled down a swig of orange juice, he laughed again. ?This is way better than those damn Taco Time taco?s you?ve been giving us lately. That?s just shit! Talk about a gut bomb! Ick!? ?Don?t worry, Andrew, I still love your cooking. Even if it is just using a can opener. You always did seem pretty good with a can opener; best one we got, that?s for sure!? I patted him on the back. ?Yeah well its food, okay? So eat up!? Must have just been a few weeks later Davy-boy got that camera developed. I never saw him tape that picture inside his helmet but it didn?t surprise me that he did. He was sentimental, no matter how much he pretended he didn?t like us. For all his sarcasm, there was a heart to that boy that would have saved the world from war if he could have. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story11315.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: On September 11, 2001 when the first plane hit the World Trade Center in New York I was on my way to school. By the time I heard a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center both planes had hit and I think the third one had hit the Pentagon. I found out about all of this in my second period Math class. No really had talked about it before school or during first period. When I heard that this happened in my second period I was shoked. I never really had knew about terrorism before this day. When I got to my second period class my Math teacher was watching the news and all I saw was a buch of smoke and two buildings on fire. I asked him what had happened he told me that two planes crashed into the World Trade Center. For the rest of the class time we sat there and watched the news. As I was listening to the news they mentioned that another plane had crashed into the Pentagon and I was shoked even more. All sorts of thoughts were going through my head. Why would someone do this? What's going to happen next? What are we going to do about this? Are we going to go to War? The biggest question that went through my head was I thought my country was invisible and the strongest country in the world-how could this happen to us? As I continued to watch and listen to the news they kept showing the two planes hitting the Twin Towers and estimating how many were dead and how many people would probably die. This just shoked me even more. I look over to my friend and said, "This is insane." I really never knew much about the World Trade Center before this day. I was so stunned that it really didn't affect me that day. I didn't know what to think. As the day went on, in most of my classes, if teachers didnt talk about it, they gave us a free day to talk about it with our friends. Most of the teachers seemed as stunned as we were and didn't dicuss it. MY history teacher asked what we thought if the event. He also asked the class what we thought the government was going to do about it. He asked us questions, if we were the President what would we do about it? Would we go to war? One thing I found interesting and it made me think was my teacher told us that this would be in the History books in the next four years or so. Our kids would be learning about this and asking us what happened and we would have to tell them. This event was something you could not make sense of or push out of your thoughts. People were talking about it or watching the news. I was so shocked I tried not to think about it. T.V. replayed the planes hitting the Twin Towers over and over. The death toll kept growing. So many everyday, ordinary people. After school. some friends and I decided to hang around and find a small place and we just prayed about it. One year later, I am still praying about it Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story8268.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: On the half hour drive to my office from Anderson to Muncie, I heard a brief report on National Public Radio, NPR, that an airplane had struck one of the World Trade Center towers. I assumed it was a small private plane and was interested but not alarmed. When I reached the office, I turned on the radio and more was coming in about the event. When they said it was an airliner and not a small plane that had hit the tower, I knew I had to get a television on. The only one available was a 19 inch TV next to my conference table. We used it for videos so it had no antenna attached. I found a small rabbit-ear type antenna in the cabinet and hooked it up, hanging it upside down so the signal came in at least marginally. I called to some of my staff to come in and see the images on the TV. Smoke was pouring out of the tower and streaming black soot was streaking down the sides. I called my wife to turn on her TV as well. Slowly, the gravity of what was occurring dawned on us. Staff gradually trickled off to resume work in their offices and I continued to work at my desk and keep an eye on the TV imagegs. Suddenly, another airliner struck the other tower. I shouted to my secretary and staff to come in and we gasped at what we were seeing. The awareness that this was a planned event struck each of us. When the first tower collapsed, we sat silent for a moment and then went to call our families. As the day wore on with the Pentagon involved and the plane crash in Pennsylvania, I think we all felt numb. That night, my wie and I watched all evening and held each other tight. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story1890.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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