posted on Dec, 17 2004 @ 11:21 AM
I flew over New York city literally about 10 hours before the attacks. I had to go to England for my company to support a military exercise which
included the brits. By the time I actually got to England, it had already happened, but the news hadn't spread over there yet. On the train ride up
to Lincoln from London, I heard the ticket man, and his relief talking about a plane hitting a building and what-not. I thought they were talking
about a movie or something. Later on in the train ride, I asked the lady what they were talking about, just to make conversation. She looked at me
with wide eyes and said, "you're from america?" I said, "Yes."
"You haven't heard?"
"2 planes flew into the world trade center, and 1 into the pentagon"
I have a brother who lives in Washington D.C., and the company he works for used to do computer work for some of the government buildings in D.C.,
like the state department building. I had no idea if he worked at the pentagon or not ever. I was on a train in England, no way to call anyone (even
when I could call later on, I couldn't get through). Anyway, the exercise I was there for got cancelled, and I couldn't fly home (obviously), so I
pretty much had a paid, 1 week vacation to England.
Once planes were allowed to fly back into the states, I got the first ticket back home I could get. The tension on the plane was so thick you could
cut it with a knife. You could literally see people eyeballing each other, trying to figure out who they're going to have to take out, if need be.
It was eerily quiet for a Jet of that size. Luckily, I made it home safely, and my brother was OK, but looking back on it now, it's amazing how
close I was to actually being in one of those planes...