It's been twenty years since the devastating attacks on America and what a horrible way it was to start the new century. The worst bit of that day for me was hearing those sounds as the people jumped out of the buildings and they "landed" on the terrace roofs covering the pavements.
In a very bizarre twist for my family and I, on 20th September 2000 at just after nine o'clock in the morning, we were on the top floor of the 1st tower in New York and what a thrill it was. The lift was superfast as it took about a minute to get from the ground floor to the 110th floor, but unfortunately that day was cloudy so our view was mostly obscured. It's surreal standing in a building and looking down upon the tops of 70/80 storey buildings with the clouds passing underneath you. It was a great day and we went on to the Statue of Liberty afterwards.
On 9/11 itself, I was working in Southwark Towers (a mini skyscraper that was on the site where The Shard is now located) and I got a call from my mum in the afternoon to turn on the tv, she never told me why. So, I did just that and turned the tv on, we had one in the department I was working in and was horrified. It quickly became a crowded area. The next thing we all did was look out of the windows....
Southwark Towers, compared to modern skyscrapers, had tiny floors, so if anything smashed into us, we wouldn't have stood a chance, but we all hoped that if any attack in London did occur, it would be Canary Wharf that got it and not us. Our office in Canary Wharf was evacuated, but we never were. One of the accountants I worked for thought the Americans would use nuclear weapons in response to the attacks. What a terrible thing that would've been if that had happened. We still had to work for the rest of the afternoon, glancing out of the windows every other minute.
The next day, everybody on the train had a paper and was reading about the attacks and probably wondering if we were going to get hit next, which we didn't, or at least not that year. Normally, the trains were noisy as hell, that day it was stone silence.
What are your memories of 9/11? Do you recall where you were and what you were doing?