I was at work and listening to the radio in my tiny office. When the DJ's made the first report I remember thinking, "Did I hear that right?" Within twenty minutes everyone had their radio tuned in to the same station. When the first tower collapsed all I could think of was of all the emergency personnel who charged in, and that was when the tears started flowing. And they didn't stop for the rest of the day. The next day I had major surgery and my mother had come down to Missoula on the 11th. She said she cussed from Cut Bank to the rest stop on I15 just south of Brady (half the distance to Missoula).
Three days after that I found out one of my classmates from high school worked in Tower 2. The last anyone heard from him was a cell call to his wife telling her he was okay and heading down the stairs.
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Date: 2008-09-13 12:39 am (UTC)Three days after that I found out one of my classmates from high school worked in Tower 2. The last anyone heard from him was a cell call to his wife telling her he was okay and heading down the stairs.
I still can't watch any footage of that day.