I was a sophomore in high school, and I live just a little more than stones throw away from Manhattan. I was in biology class when we heard the news. We had no TV to watch so we waited until class let out and everyone scrambled to find the nearest TV. Due to our proximity, we were allowed to use the office phones to call anyone that may be working in the area. My mom was, and she was fine, thank god. We finished out the rest of the school day in disbelief, grief, shock, and a million other emotions shared by the rest of America. I remember walking out of class and seeing two things. One, the winds that day were blowing smoke from the towers in such a way that all you had to do was look up and see it. Two, a two ship of Eagles flying overhead. The Trade Center burned for days and smoldered for weeks after and believe me when I say you could smell it when you woke up. Some people told me they woke up the next day with soot on their windows. As the day goes on I'm sure I'll remember a million more things from that as today wears on.
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." Edmund Burke