Personal Narrative-Home Center Stronger

As millions were watching the events unfold in New York, American Airlines Flight 77 circled over downtown Washington, D.C., and crashed into the west side of the Pentagon military headquarters at 9:45 a.m. Jet fuel from the Boeing 757 caused a overwhelming firestorm that led to the structural collapse of a portion of the enormous concrete building. All told, 125 military personnel and civilians were killed in the Pentagon, along with all 64 people aboard the airliner. (9/11 Attacks, 2012) It was initially thought that this plane was bound for the White House or the Capitol Building; however, because of lack of visibility coming from the west as it did objects obscured these targets making the terrorists change their plans and crash into the Pentagon. (Limbacher, 2001)

A bus load of port authority police officers (without any rescue equipment) loaded into a van driven by Sergeant John McLoughlin and headed to the North Tower. Bits and pieces of information were coming in from friends and relatives. Reports about attacks elsewhere were unclear such as one which indicated “a missile had hit the Pentagon and Israel had been nuked off the planet.” For all they knew, the site could have been radioactive.

On a beautiful, sunny Tuesday in New York City everyone was having a normal day. But all of that changed at 8:45am when the Islamic extremist group, al-Qaeda, hijacked four planes in order to launch a suicide attack on the Pentagon and the World Trade Center, most commonly known as the Twin Towers. At 8:45, the first plane crashed into the north tower near the 80th floor of a 110-story skyscraper. Everyone just thought it was an accident until 18 minutes later, the second Boeing 767-United

In an interview, Skot McDonald talked about his experience on the streets a few blocks from the twin towers, “We started backing away and then had to run from a tidal wave of collapsing debris rushing down the street at us as the north tower collapsed,” (Liddy). McDonald and his friend were photographers and were staying very close to the twin towers. They woke up on September 11 like a normal day. Skot’s parents called him to tell him about the attacks. On 9/11, emergency groups in Manhattan needed to evacuate an area a certain distance around towers to maintain safety for inhabitants and tourists watching in horror.

On 9/11, terrorists hijacked four planes and were able to crash two of them into the World Trade Center's twin towers in New York and one into the Pentagon.

There was a dead silence, then everyone jumped up and ran to the door. Ted a skilled fire fighter called,

A third plane had been hijacked in Virginia and it was headed for the pentagon (or the U. S military headquarters). The plane crashed right on the side of the pentagon.

I look to my left and hear, “There goes the second plane!” It’s when the sky turned from blue to black, Names of the fallen are to be written upon a plaque. Such wreckage occurring on West and Fulton, And even the ash could be tasted all the way in Brooklyn.

I wake up in the morning in my apartment in LA. I turn on the TV and I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. I was watching live cable news and there was a lot of coverage. I saw that the plane crash into the twin towers. I was frozen and tried to catch each word from the news broadcaster. It felt like a movie, it was unbelievable and unrealistic. They showed a lot of smoke coming from the buildings. It was very chaotic when they shot it up close there were people calling for help, screams,

Radios buzzed after hearing the tragic news of hundreds of Japanese planes attacking the U.S base at Pearl Harbor, killing more than 2,400 Americans and damaging eight Navy battleships and more than 100 planes. As news scattered from coast to

On February 26, 1993 at 12:18 pm in New York City, the first call was received at the Central Office from a street alarm box at the corner of West and Liberty Streets. The call was reporting a possible transformer vault (or manhole) explosion on West Street near the World Trade Center. As manhole explosions are common in wet whether, there was no hint of a major catastrophe until the phones never ceased to ring after aid had arrived to the site. Numerous phone calls continued, now reporting smoke in the towers of the Trade Center as far up as the 33rd floor within the first three minutes of the explosion (http://members.aol.com/fd347/wtc.htm). The ceiling then collapsed in the train station, which

September 11, 2001, millions of New Yorkers and American citizens woke up and started their day, unprepared and unaware for the catastrophic attack that would be taking place in just a few short hours. At 8:46 a.m., Eastern Standard Time, Flight 11 crashed into the North Tower. The impact killed all of the passengers and crew as well as hundreds inside the building. At 9:03 a.m., a second plane, Flight 175, crashed into the corner of the South Tower killing passenger, crew, and workers who worked on floors seventy-five to eighty-three. Flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon at 9:37 a.m. killing approximately 185 individuals (History.com Staff). Because of the damaged to the support system, fires, and impact at extremely fast speed, the South Tower collapsed at 9:59 a.m. (Lipton and Glanz). Having heard about the acts of terrorism that had just taken place in New York and Washington, D.C., a group of passengers drove their plane, Flight 93, into a Pennsylvania field killing everyone on board but possibly saving hundreds of other lives in the process. The North Tower collapsed at 10:28 a.m. 102 minutes after being struck (History.com Staff). On September 11, 2001, almost twelve hundred people were wounded or killed by “coordinated suicide attempts” by Al Qaeda terrorists. In result to the four airplanes being hijacked and used for premediated reasons, the United States government instituted new regulations for entering the country and airport security as well as expounded on systems already in place.

but I had an important meeting so I cancelled it. That’s actually where I was when the attacks occurred. I was in tower 2 on the 31ST floor sitting and listening to my boss Hennery talk about a new project we would be starting next Thursday. We were still tired because it was 7:45 in the morning.

On a Tuesday afternoon I decided to take the golf cart out for a spin while my mom was home for lunch. Having a great time wind through my hair and listening to music then seeing my life flash before my eyes I go rolling out of the golf cart and on to the cement. I hit a curb and the golf cart goes rolling over and over again finally landing on my left ankle. I was stuck underneath the golf cart and could not get it off me while I'm trying not to get battery acid on me. Thankfully a cable van drove and he jumped out of the van and came got the cart off my ankle. I pulled my sock down to look at my ankle and all you see is a puddle of blood and bone. It was like someone took an ice cream scooper and took a chunk of my skin out. The cable guy called for an ambulance, the time they got there I couldn't feel my ankle anymore. All of the nerves were gone and it was numb. Someone got in touch with my mom and she rushed to the wreck in total shock and didn’t know what to say. Then the paramedics finally got there and they thought it would just be a

All I could hear was screaming and crashing of bombs as if rock were hurled upon rock against the apartment building. I had just enough time to glance out the window, only to find our city of New York in ruins; the Manhattan Bridge was collapsed and the Empire State Building