I was in college and working this pretty intense job that kept up far from daylight most of the day (or that's what it felt like anyway). There was little communication in and little communication out. It was just a very closed facility where I worked. Even though we had a break, it was mostly spent talking amongst ourselves, and I don't remember anyone mentioning anything at all about the towers during our break.
It wasn't until after I'd left for the day that I started to get bits and pieces of what was going on in New York. I was listening to the radio--because this was before radios were obsolete--and trying to piece together what I was hearing. It was all kind of just a jumble of confusion and anger, and they kept mentioning the chemical plant near us being on high alert.
I still wasn't sure why or what was even going on until I talked to my mother-in-law (who was just my boyfriend's mother at the time) and she explained tearfully, but very calmly, what had happened and how she'd been watching coverage of this all day and getting in contact with her own family that were in the areas that had been affected. And just like that my whole world was shook.
My dad was still in the military at the time, and I remember asking him did this mean that we were going to go to war. And my dad always has an answer for everything and rarely sounds unsure about anything, but he told me, "I don't know, but I think we are." His voice actually cracked. I can't even begin to describe how that made me feel.
I remember watching the stories, especially the ones about people such as Father Mychal Judge, and you try to hold on to those feelings that make you feel at solidarity with your fellow countrymen. But how soon we forget things like these and turn on each other faster than rabid dogs.