Was leaving the shop for a marine service call in Ocean Isle Beach 1 hour south from Wilmington, N.C. The work truck radio was all I had to go with. They interrupted when the first plane hit, than went back to regular programming.
That all changed with the second tower being struck. Stopped at the local Ocean Isle Kwik-Stop, and asked what was going on, no real answers and no TV.
Continued to the boat, and turned on the salon TV, no cable or satellite, just marine rabbit ears. Could only get CBS kinda fuzzy. Watched the first tower fall by myself, sitting on the couch of someone else's yacht, and cried. Called my wife. Than the second tower fell. Never will forget the images of those that chose to jump.
Than the reports from the Pentagon being struck, than a crash in a field in Pennsylvania. Than the work cell rang, and our boss was calling us all back to get home and go be with our families, as no one knew the extent or magnitude of how much more could happen.
The news driving home was very hard to listen to. All flights ordered to land at the nearest airport, rumors of a few planes ignoring the order. POTUS on Air Force One, with fighter escorts. D.C. evacuated. Military ordered to shoot down non-compliant aircraft. Manhattan being evacuated and on lock down. ( I asked my self "How the **** do you evacuate NYC?)
Never will forget driving the hour back to Wilmington. Very scared, shocked, stunned, pissed, and sad.
Those memories about September 11th, 2001, I will never forget for the rest of my life.