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FBI 9/11 Memorial (via Peter*Martin)
At the FBI training facility in Quantico. Everyone of course has a 9/11 story, here’s mine…
My friend and roommate Bill woke me up (I was sleeping through a morning class, junior year at Holy Cross) because there was a report that a “crop plane” had flown into the World Trade center. We walked back into the living room just as the second plane hit, and both sort of collapsed into the couch.
“That wasn’t a crop plane,” I offered.
“That’s not the first building either,” Bill pointed out.
From there, the day took on a strange, surreal feeling. My football coach called the whole team in so that we’d be in the same place, and we practiced for seemingly hours in sweatpants with cell phones on…anyone could break out of a formation to answer a call, and many did. I was trying to get news on my cousin Tim at NYU and my aunt Jen who worked in the area. Both ended up being fine - I actually got through to Tim while he was jogging across the Brooklyn Bridge with thousands of other New Yorkers.
Strangest thing of all about the day? It was absolutely beautiful out, not a cloud in the sky, and would have been a spectacular day to be on our practice fields at the highest point in Worcester if there hadn’t been fighter jets screaming by between Boston and New York every few minutes.

FBI 9/11 Memorial (via Peter*Martin)

At the FBI training facility in Quantico. Everyone of course has a 9/11 story, here’s mine…

My friend and roommate Bill woke me up (I was sleeping through a morning class, junior year at Holy Cross) because there was a report that a “crop plane” had flown into the World Trade center. We walked back into the living room just as the second plane hit, and both sort of collapsed into the couch.

“That wasn’t a crop plane,” I offered.

“That’s not the first building either,” Bill pointed out.

From there, the day took on a strange, surreal feeling. My football coach called the whole team in so that we’d be in the same place, and we practiced for seemingly hours in sweatpants with cell phones on…anyone could break out of a formation to answer a call, and many did. I was trying to get news on my cousin Tim at NYU and my aunt Jen who worked in the area. Both ended up being fine - I actually got through to Tim while he was jogging across the Brooklyn Bridge with thousands of other New Yorkers.

Strangest thing of all about the day? It was absolutely beautiful out, not a cloud in the sky, and would have been a spectacular day to be on our practice fields at the highest point in Worcester if there hadn’t been fighter jets screaming by between Boston and New York every few minutes.

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