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9/11: Chicago
I would have been walking towards the train station when
the first plane hit, and on the train to Chicago when the
second one did. I didn't hear anyone say anything, so had no
idea anything was out of the ordinary until I got up to my
office.
In the hallway outside our suite's door, I
could hear that high-pitched electronic whine that a
television makes coming from the office next door. I didn't
think anything of it, and went into my workplace, where I
heard everyone who was there in the conference room watching
the little TV. I asked what was up, and they told me that a
plane had crashed into each of the Trade Center towers.
Like everyone else here, I thought "Cessna or Piper
Cub or something," but then they told me that they were big
commercial airliners. I said the obligatory "Holy shit," (and
my heart started sinking and pounding) and then we realized
that A) the upper floors of the Sears Tower are across the
street from us (we're on the 61st floor of the building next
door), and B) looking past the Sears Tower, we're high enough
up that we can see O'Hare International Airport, and some of
the straggling planes that hadn't landed yet. Also, at this
point I (like many others, I'm sure) immediately said
"Osama bin Laden did this." We all knew it right away.
Of course, it was at this time that the news was
talking about a fourth plane that was missing, last spotted
(so they said at the time) in eastern Ohio. We honestly
thought that it could easily have been headed towards the
nation's tallest building, not 150 feet away from our window
(and by this point we also knew that it was being very quickly
evacuated). We cleared out of there in the next hour, taking
care of some things and calling loved ones, etc., saying we
were leaving. By this point, though I didn't actually see it
happen, we were hearing reports that the towers had collapsed.
I honestly couldn't believe that until I got home at about
10:30 a.m. CST and turned on CNN, which happened to be showing
a replay of the first tower going down.
The drive home
(I got a ride with a co-worker rather than head into what I'm
sure were pretty frantic conditions at Union Station) was
pretty surreal - we had AM 780 on, and they were just carrying
CBS's audio feed, so it was Dan Rather talking about what was
going on. Since pretty much the whole Loop was being
evacuated, basically all of the traffic was outbound, and that
in itself was a chilling image, because if anyone else was
like our car, we kept an eye on the Sears Tower in the
rearview mirror, wondering if we'd see it get hit too. Shortly
after I got home came the first reports of Flight 93 down in
PA, and honest to God, I knew instantly, the second I
heard that a plane had gone down in the middle of nowhere,
that the passengers had done something. I just knew it. That's
still the story out of all of this that emotionally effects me
the most. Articles about it, no matter how small, still bring
tears to my eyes.
I do remember seeing the beginnings
of the SA threads, as the news sites were all down, but by the
time I got home SA was also down and Lowtax had the simple
index page up that explained why. I spent the whole day in
front of the TV, obviously, and recorded about four hours of
it. Someday, I will show those tapes to my children, assuming
I have some, when they are old enough to understand what that
day was like.
I had a friend who was also on an
inbound train when it happened, and his wife called his cell
phone with the news. He said no one else on the train seemed
to have heard yet, and he wasn't sure whether he should stand
up and make an announcement or something. As far as I know, he
did not, and continued the ride in silence all the way to the
city (at which point he turned around and got on the next
train out).
I sure gave my sister a rude awakening
that morning - she was still at my parent's house because her
college hadn't started yet, so she was sleeping late. I called
right after I got to work, and woke her up. I said "Turn on
the TV NOW." She said "What? What station?" (still
half-asleep) I said "any station. Doesn't matter." Right then,
I got another call (the boss, telling us all to go the hell
home), and then went back to my sister's line. Apparently,
that had been right when the first tower collapsed, and she
had turned on the TV seconds before it happened. I can't
imagine how awful a wakeup call that must have been for her.
Enough of my rambling. Actually, I have one more story
from that day to tell, and it's an interesting one. The week
beforehand, I had read William Manchester's The Death of a
President, which is a fantastically detailed look at the
week of Kennedy's assassination. In that book, he talked about
how on the day it happened, a lot of people were so upset that
they drank and drank to attempt to steady their nerves, but
the liquor had no effect. On September 11, I was really a
nervecase by the time I got home, and so I decided to test
this effect. I drank more than enough liquor to usually get me
so drunk that I'd be sick and pass out eventually, but as had
been documented, it had no effect. Well, it did take the edge
off my nerves, but I felt no intoxicating effects whatsoever
even after six or seven stiff drinks. I guess that if the mind
is shocked enough, it can override the body's reactions to
things.
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