I was on the bus.
I was on a school bus on the way to school.
First clue that something funny was going on was the bus driver getting a bunch of jabber from the dispatcher over radio about how the FAA was grounding all flights in america.
My first thought was "what the heck?"
Then I got to school, saw a plate repeatedly hitting what I later learned was the world trade center (hello, bad grades in geography).
I'm sad to say that I *still* didn't know what was going on.
I'm a little confused about what happened after that...
I eventually found out from one or more of the following: * News the next days about what was going on * Badly received spanish TV signals rambling about "ataque en america"
A million thoughts raced through my head. And then I witnessed the most horrific thing I've ever witnessed in my 36 years of life. A TV had been set up in the break room, and we all watched in horror as first one, then both Towers fell. I can't describe the sadness, the feeling was too intense to justify in words.
Jack (story excerpt)