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post #301 of 331
I remember like it was yesterday too.

I remember sitting in our Wold History class when it happened, we turned on the TV and watched it in class, all day - in every class. I went home after school and watched it there with my family. I remember the lines at the gas stations were huge, people running like crazy to fill up with gas, as they were saying there was going to be a huge shortage.

I can't believe its been 5 years, seems like yesterday.
post #302 of 331
It was my freshman year in college. I was just getting up for class (a little late) and got on my computer. My friend IM'd me to tell me we were going to war. I thought she was overreacting over something and I turned the TV on. I got my roommate up telling her something was going on at which point we saw the second plane hit the tower. We were in shock....

I tried to call my mom. She doesn't stay up on the news very well. It was impossible to get through. All the lines were busy.

It almost seems surreal to think back to that day.
post #303 of 331
I did the same thing when I saw the thread was back. My heart started racing until realization set in for me too. I was coming home from Brent's house and heard it on the radio. I turned on the tv and woke up my sister as soon as I got home. We missed seeing the planes hit the buildings but we did watch them fall. Outside everything was so quiet, no planes, no people wandering around. I remember the gas stations being packed. I called Brent and he was watching it at work. Thankfully I didn't know anyone there, but I sobbed for those who did and for those lost. I sat in front of the t.v. for 10 hours till Brent finally said I'd had all I could take and he made me leave. It was right before bed that I couldn't take anymore and just broke down and he held me. It was awful.
post #304 of 331
I can remember wathcing the news after the 1st tower got hit.... and seeing the plane hit the 2nd tower live. I called my husband, to let him know what was happening, and tried to call my dad several times. I was crying as I was watching the news... I grew up in NY, and lived there during the last bomb scare they had in the parking garage of the WTC, that was very scary for a little girl. I couldn't reach my dad...and was terrified by it. I had to go to work, so I drove there crying with the news radio on, constantly re-dialing on my cell phone to get my daddy.... home #, office #, cell #... and nothing. When finally he called back. And had no idea about the towers, he didn't have the news on... and I was sobbing to him, please don't go, don't go over there daddy, please. I was terrified that my dad had already been re-activated into the military. He was a recently retired Lt. Cl. in the Nat'l Guard, with 2 purple hearts, and tons of medals. He's served in Vietnam, the Gulf war, and in operation IFOR in Kosovo in 96', the year I graduated from HS.... he almost didn't make it back in time for my prom or graduation. We went without him for a year.... and I couldn't imagine having to go through that again. My dad consoled me, and comforted me over the phone.... positive that they wouldn't re-activate a retired Lt. Cl. who has had both knees replaced at Walter Reid Military Hospital. My dad is the best, and always knows the right things to say....
post #305 of 331
Originally Posted by LuckyGirl View Post
I can remember wathcing the news after the 1st tower got hit.... and seeing the plane hit the 2nd tower live. I called my husband, to let him know what was happening, and tried to call my dad several times. I was crying as I was watching the news... I grew up in NY, and lived there during the last bomb scare they had in the parking garage of the WTC, that was very scary for a little girl. I couldn't reach my dad...and was terrified by it. I had to go to work, so I drove there crying with the news radio on, constantly re-dialing on my cell phone to get my daddy.... home #, office #, cell #... and nothing. When finally he called back. And had no idea about the towers, he didn't have the news on... and I was sobbing to him, please don't go, don't go over there daddy, please. I was terrified that my dad had already been re-activated into the military. He was a recently retired Lt. Cl. in the Nat'l Guard, with 2 purple hearts, and tons of medals. He's served in Vietnam, the Gulf war, and in operation IFOR in Kosovo in 96', the year I graduated from HS.... he almost didn't make it back in time for my prom or graduation. We went without him for a year.... and I couldn't imagine having to go through that again. My dad consoled me, and comforted me over the phone.... positive that they wouldn't re-activate a retired Lt. Cl. who has had both knees replaced at Walter Reid Military Hospital. My dad is the best, and always knows the right things to say....

Oh Gosh Heather this made me cry. I am a daddy's girl and can't imagine not being able to get a hold of him in that sort of situation!!
My family is in NY but it's upstate and when they came out with the map of where the plane went it went right over them. I have never gotten past this tragedy, everytime I see the towers burning it brings it all up, probably true for every American. Can only imagine the people that were directly affected by this have gone through...Breaks my heart. Bella and I didn't leave the TV for a week straight!
post #306 of 331
I think it is really good timing that someone brought this thread back. We are getting so close to the 5 year anniversary and people are starting to forget. After yesterday's events, it makes you think even more about it...

I was a junior in college, sleeping in my dorm room before my first class. My ex in Seattle called and woke me up to tell me what ahd happened, but at that point only the first tower was hit. I watched the 2nd tower go down, and then went to class (it was early in the semester, I made it everyday). I remember the feeling walking across campus that I could be hit at any moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop. The sky was dark and I virtually ran to the building, not wanting to be in the open air. Of course, our professor cancelled class, and I got back in time to see the towers fall. I lived in the international/honors dorm, so we had a lot of Middle Eastern students, and the U of A was really good at getting them counseling and help throughout the aftermath. That afternoon, a friend and I went to give blood, but the blook bank was so busy, that we ended up waiting a week or so to donate. It was all so frightening...
post #307 of 331
I also remember that day. I was working at the nursing home where I'm still employed. There was a TV in the lobby, and suddenly there was a special news bulletin. Many of the staff, including me, walked to the lobby is find out what was happening. They showed a picture of one of the towers right after the first plane hit. The news broadcasters were confused about what was happening and thought it was a small light plane at first, and then they realized it was a passenger jet...then the other jet hit the other tower. And then the pentagon was hit too! It was sooooo horrible to see it all happening!!!!!

Soon every TV in the nursing home was turned on and I kept listening to get all the updates I could at work, and then I went home and turned on the TV for more information. What a horrible day that was, and I'm glad the attack that was being planned now didn't actually happen.
post #308 of 331
Oh, I remember. I was a sophomore in high school at the time, and our school was under construction that was running 3 weeks late, so we still weren't back at school yet. I was home alone, on AIM, and a friend of mine told me to turn on the news... it didn't hit me for a while, because I live in MN and have no connection at all with NY, but I still cried. That was a strange fall for me... in November our apartment burned down, we lost everything. That fall completely changed my worldview.
post #309 of 331
It really gives me chills reading everyones accounts of where they were that day and what they were doing. Why is it that we always remember what we were doing when tragedy strikes but can barely remember what we did last weekend? I owuld rather remember last weekend then the heartache that 9/11/01 caused this nation.
post #310 of 331
I'd rather remember 9/11... too many people died then to be forgotten; not to mention all the people who died in the war that followed.

(I know what you mean though. It isn't pleasant to remember.)
post #311 of 331
We were starting our second day of vacationing in Hawaii. It was 3:00am and we had the radio on when the planes first struck. Needless to say the rest of our holiday wasn't real pleasant and the trip home was very humbling.
post #312 of 331
Originally Posted by Satai View Post
I'll be honest, I went cold when I saw this in the Lounge.

I was like, my god, this can't be happening again - it really took a second to realise 'of course it can't be happening again - they're gone.'
Only for a second, but still...
post #313 of 331
I was in my Junior AP American Lit class, and the principal came over the loudspeaker and announced it, and all the tv's turned on to the news. And we sat there and watched it for awhile. And then my teacher turned it off, looked at us and said "Let me explain to you about Osama bin Laden".
I went to a friends' house for lunch and left my shoes there. I came back to school barefoot, and nobody even noticed.

I don't think there is a person in America... well or most of the world... who was not affected by it. Obviously if you were there, or you lost someone, you were affected more... but nearly every aspect of our lives has changed.

I remember how weird it was with no planes in the sky. My house was under the flight path for Wright-Patt AFB, and an international airport... and there wasn't a thing in the sky except Air Force One.

Has everyone heard Jack Johnson's "Traffic in the Sky" ? It is about his experience in New York on 9/11 when he saw the shadow of the plane across the pavement.
post #314 of 331
A little of the cold is gone.

I was working practically my first job ever - I was part of the shipping dept of a local Limerick plant - so an office job in a warehouse. I'd just walked through the factory floor, and got back into my office when the guy I shared the office with said 'A plane's just hit the World Trade Center'.

I was just so mad. I said, 'I don't like jokes like that.' (Meaning, I thought saying something like that was in poor taste).

He was shocked 'No, didn't you hear it on the radio?' (the radio blares all day long on a factory floor if you've never been on one, but I can't hear very well, and definately not over the machines).

I logged on to the web, but a lot of sites were down from too much traffic - I called my BF, he just new it wasn't an accident. It didn't really hit me til then that it might not be - then the second tower was hit (remember it was afternoon in Ireland - nobody woke up to this, we were all near a radio or our computer or a tv, and we could all call each other even if we couldn't reach anybody in the states).

My boss let me try to call my family from work, but I couldn't reach anybody. I have a lot of family in New York, aunts and cousins at the time, and my younger sister was going to school in D.C., and I had no idea where anybody was, and I couldn't reach them - not my aunts, not my sister, not my mom. When I got home (about 2 hours later) BF and I - we never watch tv - just sat mesmerised. I don't think we even ate that night. I remember the towers coming down so vividly - just this perfect picture in my head - like Challenger blowing up.

And I regretted then, perhaps more than ever, that I had not been able to stay in the States. Since I had been a kid, I had wanted to join the military, had made plans - and if everything had gone according to them, in Sept. 2001 I would have been starting my final year at West Point. It seemed very wrong, and somehow surreal, to be in my living room in Limerick instead.
post #315 of 331
Reading about this again gives me the chills, especially in light of the recent happenings in England. I don't think about 9/11 that often, but when I do it all come flooding back. It's still so hard to believe it actually happend, but right now I have that knot in the bottom of my stomache as though it was just yesterday. The lives of everyone in our country & many people around the world changed that day.
post #316 of 331
gosh I'm glad to hear about everyone's accounts. I remember that there were no planes over head for a couple days, and I live right next to the airport here. Then we heard about Atta at the Portland Jetport and it was just surreal.

For me, in the workplace it was pretty scary, but I can't imagine those of you who were still in school, especially college......I think it would have affected me even more.
post #317 of 331
It was my daughters 6th birthday i remember like it was yesterday.
She was at school and came home crying.

Her kindergarten teacher took it upon herself to tell a class of kindergartners what happened. Anyway i picked her up and she just started crying. I asked what was wrong she simply stated everyone died on my b-day!

I tried to explain that yes some people died but good has came out of it also people are banning together helping each other.

To this day she wont listen to the tv on her b-day and gets upset anytime its mentioned. Yes we still celebrated her b-day that day. I want her to know that even bad people cant stop life and cant stop happiness.
post #318 of 331
seems like a life time ago......

Oh yea, i remember very well, I had been flying some aussie folks around indo(it was a part time job and i got paid to fly some). i saw it on the BBC in the airport, i dont remember thinking much, accept i was sure the US govt would nothing about it(i was wrong on that account)

anyway, i stopped to pick up some food for dinner and durian for the wife,
and there was some people making jokes about dead americans and it how great it was that god would kill them( i would assumed they thought i did not speak indo),
hmm never mind i wont say what happen next.
post #319 of 331
Wow...seeing this thread pop up made me shiver. The fear of that day came back the other morning when I was watching my TV..and now this thread. You know, I like some try not to think about it much. But when I do....I get panicy, and shake. Its horrible.

Because I was supposed to be in New york that day.

That summer I was 18 and had worked my first full summer as a camp conselour at a girl scout camp i had been going to since i was a kid. It was a fun summer, and as a treat, since i had nothing to be responsible to go back to i decided to go somewhere i had always wanted to go. New york city! Took a bus out there (cheaper than flying) and stayed with a friend, who lived there and worked in the WTC towers.

Every morning I would head in with her to work, we had breakfast and i would set about my day around NYC. She teased me that three days into my trip I was just as at home as any new yorker. and that iw ent to sites *I* wanted to see not what i "should" see. I spent alot of time in Strawberry fields near the dakota. But..i get away from myself.

I was supposed to stay in New York til sept 12th.

About a week before I started feeling horribly homesick. I couldnt explain why. but I was. and Panicy. like i just HAD to be home WITH my dad. I HAD TO! so i booked a bus home early.

Woke up the morning of Sept 11th and knew why I had to be with my dad.

I would have been there that morning. So would my friend..when I went home, she made a docors appointment, and Had sept 11th off work.
post #320 of 331
I too panicked for a moment when I first saw this thread in the lounge.

I was a Junior in highschool and in my 1st period Lit class when I first heard the news. Our teacher had sent a student to the office at the begining of class to turn in Attendance. When he came back into the room he blurted out "The twin towers were bombed!!!!" We immediately turned on the TV and sure enough, the first plane had just hit. We watched the second one hit a bit later and were all glued to the television for the rest of the day, in every class. I was terrified.
At the end of the school day, I went to my BF's (now husbands) house. I wanted to go home, but I lived 20 miles out of town and the traffic was so bad you couldn't go anywhere. People were lined up for miles at the gas stations and the grocery stores were wiped out. Everyone was in a complete panic. I stayed at my boyfriends and cried while we watched the footage over and over again. I was horrified by the images of those poor poor people jumping from the buildings. My heart still bleeds for all of those who's family members and friends were lost.
The arrests recently brought back all those feelings of panic and fear. It was and still is very very surreal.
post #321 of 331
i kind of remember where i was. i was in the 5th grade in my first class of the day when another teacher came in my classroom to tell my teacher what had happened and all i remember thinking was "what is the big deal? its just a building." (keep in mind i was 10 and had no idea what the world trade center was) then we went into our next class and just watched the TV for the rest of the day. we were all just glued.

we were only 10 years old. it was weird from a childs prespective because we had no idea just how much the world would change after that.
post #322 of 331
So many of these posts are just so touching, and have brought me to tears.

I heard it on the radio, and with the first plane hitting the tower, like many others, I thought it was an accident. Then the second plane hit. I live in NW Illinois...no where near the tragedies. But I wanted to gather my family and go home! I didn't, I stayed for a Bible study I had joined...that was the first class.

The same day, my Mom was diagnosed with brain cancer. She died on Memorial Day 2002. I remember driving to Michigan for her funeral alone, because dh was to bring the kids the next day. They were having a ceremony on the radio that the mess from the twin towers was cleaned up.

I remember watching the news on our bedroom TV so the kids didn't see to much of the coverage. We joked that we watched the news in secret like other people watch pornography!
post #323 of 331
I, like JESSIEnKITTY, was only in grade five when it happened. My mom woke my brother and I up earlier than usual and said there was a big plane crash in NY (this was right after the first crash into the WTC and everyone was still confused). So we watched TV for a while and saw the second tower hit live. My blood literally ran cold when it happened. Then it was time to go to school, and a friend and I informed everyone on what was going on. That was all we talked about at school, and we had a moment of silence. It was such a weird day to have thousands of people die; it was the perfect September morning.
Although I was ten years old at the time, I decided to save the newspapers from the 11th and a few days after because I thought they would be really important. I still have them, in fact I can see them right now. I want to make sure kids of the future will know what happened that day.
post #324 of 331
I remember when that happened too, I had just turned 15.

My mother ran into my room at 6 am telling me that america is at war, and that the twin towers have collapsed the twin towers were hit at 2 am (melb australian time)
I told her she should stop watching stupid movies, but she dragged me out of bed, I took my school uniform with me and my breakfast into the living room and started watching the news, my eyes were glued onto the TV! I couldnt figure out if it was just a drama or reality!
By the time I got to school it was all quiet, it was the topic for a couple of days in English and History class.
I remember that we couldnt wait to get home to watch the news a little more to see what had happened.
All of our favourite programs were cancelled and the news stayed on for a long long time!
Although I wasnt in America and am not American, I remember that day very clearly!
post #325 of 331
It was a beautiful day, perhaps the last nice day of the year. I had gone to my first class of the day, and my professor was upset that no one had showed up (the class started at 8:50). I walked to my second class, and my professor let us out early. I couldn't figure out what was happening. I saw a bunch of cops and police dogs on campus, I figured it was yet another drug bust. A friend of mine and I decided to get a piece of pizza and enjoy the rest of the day. Someone walked by crying, and told us what happened. I ran home, and there were 4 messages on my answering machine, two were from my husband's old military unit, asking him not to leave the area. The other two were my sister freaking out because my Dad was flying that day. We found my father, later on that afternoon in a bar in New Orleans, and couldn't get a hotel room.
post #326 of 331
It was my birthday, I lived in Maryland at the time, between Baltimore and DC, I worked at a pediatric office in Baltimore, I had just gotten into work and was talking to the mother of a sick patient on the phone when she heard on the radio what had happened. I wasn't quite sure what she was talking about, she said said she'd call back. We hung up, the phone rang, it was my significant other, he said, "happy birthday, turn on the radio". So we did, like many other people, we listened to the radio all day, almost none of our patients showed up for their appointments. We had a few muslim families and I remember being very worried about their safety in the wake of everything that was happening, the accusations that were flying around, and the anger and rage that people were feeling.

The doctor sent me home early because I commuted by bus and he knew it was going to be a long trip. What we didn't know was that downtown Baltimore had been completely shut down and the MTA had closed, leaving their driver's out on the road with no instructions about where to drop people off or pick people up (all of the mass transit hubs were downtown). So our driver veered off the regular route, stopped at some dead end street and said, "last stop, everyone off". I had no clue where we were, and the streets were deserted. I wandered around for a while, trying to recognize landmarks and hoping another bus would come along (I didn't own a cell phone back then). At one point, the only other person I saw on the street was a police officer in full riot geer wielding an automatic rifle, and looking really edgy, I quickly turned around and walked the opposite direction, I was afraid to ask him for help. Most of the bus drivers wouldn't stop to pick anyone up, I guess they wanted to get home too, eventually I waved one down and I managed to get close enough to home and a pay phone to call someone to come pick me up. It was a late night, after a terrifying day. We watched the news almost all night, I don't think we slept. I remember for days afterwards mass transit was still screwed up because they kept the downtown area closed off. Parent's didn't bring their kids in for appointments because they were afraid to leave the house. People were scared of almost everything, especially in that area. I heard that Baltimore had a number of structures that were considered likely targets including an extension office of the world trade center (though I never verified that so I don't know if it's true or not). And being pinned right between NYC and DC people were afraid of nuclear and biological attacks. It all contributed to the fear and hysteria following September 11th.

I think that for a long time Americans felt safe from the troubles that plagued the rest of the world, and September 11th forced us to come to terms with the fact that that's not true, that we are also vulnerable. It's such a 180 for us and I think that's part of why, five years later, we're still struggling with it.

I still get a wide range of reactions when I have to show my ID to people or tell them my birth date. At the best, I just get a funny look, or, "oh man, that sucks", other people look sad and say stuff, like, "oh you poor thing", other people give me nasty look and tell me that it should be a national day of morning and that nothing should be celebrated on that day. I can't really say that I agree with that last one. Obviously the attacks on New York and Washington should not be forgotten, but I think that we need to go on living. And I think that some of the more extreme attention that is given to this date feeds right into what terrorist organizations and people who hate Americans, want to see, that we are paralyzed with fear, and that we value American lives far above the tens of thousand of people who have died from war and terrorism all over the world in the past few years. It's going on every where, and people are dying in even greater numbers in the middle east and africa, but we're still so focused on ourselves. I am in favor of memorials and tastefull rememberances for those who died, but I am sickened by the media, politicians and other factions of our society who evoke the memories of September 11th for their own gain when we should be focusing on the future and making the world a better, safer place, not a scarier place.

Ok, I'll get off my soapbox now. I really wasn't expecting to write something quite that long or opinionated, I guess I just had it all bottled up inside. I hope I didn't offend anyone, that certainly was not my intention.
post #327 of 331
I was a junior in high school and in music theory, my 2nd period class, sitting on my then-boyfriend's lap (that class was run like a frat house), and getting ready to go to a funeral for one of my classmates (that's right: one of my classmates, whom I was friends with and had known since we were 5, had passed away days earlier). I remember it, because I was wearing one of those long black duster sweaters that were popular 5 years ago and allllll black and it was still really warm out. It was actually perfect weather, come to think.

So anyway, back to music theory. We're sitting there getting ready to start class and this really doofy irritating kid ran into the room and screamed "There's planes crashing into buildings in New York!" And our teacher was like, Ok, Trent, whatever, go back to whatever class you're supposed to be in" and yet he wouldn't leave until we looked on the computer. And sure enough, the attacks were happening.

In the hour between that and when I left for my friend's funeral, it had been pretty much determined that it was a terrorist attack and I was hearing so much ominous whispering about how the Sears Tower was next. And of course, all of downtown was in fact evacuated that day. I was so overwhelmed by the end of the funeral that I just drove straight home without even calling the school and I went to bed.
post #328 of 331
I was 11 and on class camp, and one of the kids heard what happened from his parents. He told us all that terrorists had bombed the Empire State Building! The adults wouldn't tell us anything, so it wasn't till we got back a week later that we actually figured out what had happened. Actually, I didn't get the proper details until we learned about the attacks in Social Studies class about 2 years later. I guess it's different when you're in another country, but I remember there were memorial services and everything.
post #329 of 331
I was sitting at home waiting to hear about a job I had just interviewed for. I turned on the tv and saw the first video's coming in of the first plane hitting the tower. I didn't leave my seat for almost 18 hours. I had friends working in the vecinity and couldn't sleep until I heard somthing. To this day watching footage of the attack makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
post #330 of 331
I won't forget that day for a lot of reasons. I was a freshman at the University of Michigan and pretty naive about the way the world worked. I was in my Intensive II Spanish Grammar class when someone came into the room and started speaking with our professor in hushed tones.

Prof turned around and said, "Hay un emergencia" (There is an emergency) and cancelled class. I won't forget the way she said it... almost like she didn't believe it.

We assumed it was a family emergency and were pretty worried about her. Then I shuffled upstairs to my dorm room hallways, where my New Yorker roommate came flying down the hall screaming, "Someone just bombed the World Trade Center!"

This is where I show my ignorance by admitting that at the time, I did not know the World Trade Center was in the United States. I figured it out pretty quickly though. I walked in to see our television set just moments before the second plane hit... then we heard about the Pentagon. Somewhere in there, the towers fell. It was the most helpless feeling ever to watch them fall, because I knew there were people in there, and I wanted to reach through the television set and hold them up, just a little bit longer, just so everybody could get to safety.

There was a point where everything was happening so fast and seemed to be spiralling out of control, where I didn't know when it was going to stop... maybe it would go on for days... for that moment, there was total abject helplessness. I called my Mom. We were largely estranged at the time, but I didn't know what else to do. I just wanted her to know that I loved her.

I was spared most of the direct grief. We have a very high population of New Yorkers at our school and the entire campus was pretty much at a stand-still for a long time. I had friends who were purely devestated so I didn't waste too much time feeling sorry for myself. I listened to one young woman talk to her brother, who attended school in a building right next to the Trade Center. He said he was on one of the upper floors and looked out the window and into the faces of people right before they dove off the window ledges and plummeted to their death.

This was before all of the political rhetoric. This was before hating Muslims was the cool thing to do, before liberal meant "terrorist" and conservative meant "fascist." This was before American flags became slapped on every cheap plastic item you could think to sell. This was just a moment in history where a nation felt vulnerable and afraid... this was a time where I thought of the Revolutionary War, and the Civil War, and all wars throughout history and realized what it meant to fear for your community's safety... when I got just a little personal experience as to the idea of what war means. As the coming weeks filled with endless propoganda (and it keeps coming), I just get more and more indignant that the honest grieving of a large number of people has been so cheapened and glorified. It makes me sad that so many people live in fear in this country when we have less to fear than most people in the world and are incredibly blessed by the circumstances of our existence.

And I feel great sorrow that this incident occurred, but grateful that I was able to gain something of lasting value from the experience. It was that day that I started caring about global issues and that I recognized the impact of global policy on our sheltered little lives. It was that day I experienced a fraction of what people go through all over the world... whenever I hear about terrorism in other countries, I remember that day and feel immensely grateful that this event actually stands out as a tragedy that shatters our every day lives, rather than a fact of life that we must daily endure. It makes me care more about other people and their situations throughout the world, and demonstrates solid evidence that the political decisions we make regarding foreign countries inevitably have consequences not only for those nations, but for our own safety as well.

This thread has helped me get out of that political trap that seemed to instantly divide our country... and get back to the core of the experience, which is honest fear and tragic loss. I deeply appreciate that.
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