My 9/11 story is a little odd. At the time, I was married, and my and my then wife were attending
Pittsburgh Technical Institute.
She had morning classes, I had evening. She didn't have a license, I did. So we drove in together, she went to class, I got my night's sleep (a longer story) in the car. Yeah, that's right. For three years, the only sleep I got was in my '93 Ford Tempo......anyways, as I was sleeping on 9/11, my ex woke me up, said "Andrew, wake up...the WTC and Pentagon have been bombed"....I was in sleepyland, so I thought I was still dreaming, literally. So I said, "yeah, yeah, alright..." and rolled over in the driver's seat to nod off a bit more. She kept on, and I finally woke up, and put the radio on. So the radio started up with just what she said, the WTC and Pentagon all blown up and shit. Well, I was still rubbing the cobwebs away, and I
still did not believe what I was hearing. All my life there'd been nothing but peace in my country's boundaries.
It actually took me to physically out of the car, walking into the campus, and hobbling on into the cafeteria and watching the bigscreen in the corner with CNN on for me to believe what was going on.
After that, I went to my first class of the day. The professor walked in, a tad pale-faced, and said, "Classes are cancelled for today, go home and be with your loved ones. Pray for survivors." It was horrible, that day. We actualy had a few guys in our class stand up and say "Fuck it I'm enlisting right the fuck now" and they left right then and there, headed for the barracks.