Like Bastard, I was at my job shadow. I was in my dad's office doing some of his bitch work with excel when a secretary lady came in to tell him about hearing a plane crashing into one of the WTC towers. We both kinda shrugged it off...thinking it was a small plane or something and some douchebag just kinda lost control trying to be a hot shot flying over NYC.
Not too long later she came back and said that it had happened again to the other tower...and the people on the radio were talking about it being an attack. That moment was completely shocking. It's like everything finally hit as to what was going on...that we were literally being attacked on our own soil...and that the event that we had shrugged off not 10 minutes earlier was actually a legitimate act of war against us.
We went out to the main lobby area where there were a few tv's set up in the corners and started watching the live coverage along with basically everyone else from his office. While we were watching the first tower fell. The entire mood in the room went from "what the fuck's going on" to "oh christ I'm pissed." It was really something. Some people cursed at the television, others just kinda hung their heads not really knowing what to say, and most just kinda stared at the tv with their mouths wide open. Outside of the few who initially cursed the situation, there was no talking for a few minutes. About as solemn of a situation as I've ever been in.
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