My wife lived on Long Island but had an apartment in Greenwich Village about three miles or less from Ground Zero. She was on Long Island that morning, but went to her newspaper to cover the news, later went to help serve food at the Salvation Army station at the Medical Examiner's office, stood in a line of employees to show respect when remains were identified, and sang "It's A Grand Old Flag" to people during a break.
As for myself, living in N.C., I had lost my late wife just a year earlier and was alone in my bed at about 4 a.m. when I awoke in a frenzied brawl, throwing punches and kicking at the foe. When I regained my composure, I just lay awake trying to remember the dream. Nothing like it had ever happened to me before, and hasn't since. About five hours later, I watched in our work room with the entire staff who gathered to watch the breaking news. Just after the second tower was hit, one of our scientists, a guy from Oklahoma, walked through and without breaking stride said, "Now we know terrorists know how to fly airplanes."
As for myself, living in N.C., I had lost my late wife just a year earlier and was alone in my bed at about 4 a.m. when I awoke in a frenzied brawl, throwing punches and kicking at the foe. When I regained my composure, I just lay awake trying to remember the dream. Nothing like it had ever happened to me before, and hasn't since. About five hours later, I watched in our work room with the entire staff who gathered to watch the breaking news. Just after the second tower was hit, one of our scientists, a guy from Oklahoma, walked through and without breaking stride said, "Now we know terrorists know how to fly airplanes."