I never blogged about 9/11 because I don't know what to say. I do not know anyone who was killed that day nor have I ever lived in NYC. I basically feel like I have no authority to speak on the subject.
One thing I can do is talk about where I was on 9/11. I was a sophomore at IUP. That morning, I was in an 8:00 math class that ended at 9:00. Then I walked across campus to Cogswell (the music building) for a 9:15 class called "Class Brass". It's where we learned how to play the trumpet, French horn, trombone, and baritone.
When I got to Cogswell is when I heard about the World Trade Center being attacked. We watched some of the coverage on a tiny 13 inch television in one of the custodial closets. Classes were canceled for the rest of the day.
I remember watching coverage in my dorm room but don't have any specific memory of what I saw on the news besides of course the planes hitting and the buildings crumbling, I do remember it was very surreal to hear Flight 93 crashed in Shanksville, just 60 miles from campus.
Oddly, I wasn't panicked at all, probably due to my youth. I feel like if something as catastrophic as 9/11 happened now I would be absolutely beside myself in panic. But back then, at a mere 19 years old, I wasn't overly scared.
I do remember talking to my mom on the phone and she told me if something were to happen that our whole family needed to be together, her and my dad would pick up my brothers and then drive out to IUP to get me. That's just so weird to think back on...
When a horrible tragedy happens, I wonder how I can truly honor those who lost their lives and honor the pain of the people survived. I used to watch documentaries on 9/11. I heard cockpit tapes and 911 calls... things that would make me collapse in grief. I know what you're thinking. "Why would you listen to that stuff!!!???" I listened and watched the documentaries because I don't know what else to do to be able to understand the HORROR those people felt. Like if I somehow understood the horror, I felt like I was doing the most I could as an American to honor what they actually went through.
So Sunday was 9/11. I actually didn't see a lot of coverage because Paul was watching football. I saw a few FB postings about it but nothing else. I decided to go on Youtube to see if there was some sort of documentary I could watch- even if it was just a few minutes. Whatever my heart could take.
I couldn't take it, guys. You all know what happened that day. I caught a brief glimpse of the towers burning and I thought I was going to vomit from the pain I felt. I used to be able to watch that stuff with the appropriate amount of horror and pain, but now it just consumes me and I cannot watch it anymore.
Are you able to watch 9/11 footage?
Where were you on 9/11?