Junior in HS here. Every 2nd Tuesday of the month was a delayed start for us. I remember watching WGN news that morning like I always did, when they cut to tower 1 burning. Watched tower 2 get hit live. Called my buddy who I rode the bus with, who didn't pick up, so I ran down to his house before the bus picked us up to make sure he was watching the same thing. Was tough to leave the TV and get on the bus.
That day we spent almost the entire day with the TV's on watching it unfold at school. I'll never forget how eerie it was that day and the next how empty the skies were, especially living so close to Chicago. I'll never forget standing at the corner waving American flags with a bunch of other teenage kids, or ordering American Fries at McDonald's as patriotismran high everywhere. I'll never forget how many friends joined the armed forces that year and the next, how many went overseas, and how many never came back. I'll never forget those who did come back, only to be forever changed, and who subsequently took their own lives later as their country and government turned their backs on them. I haven't forgotten, and I never will, even if I have a lot more questions around the events that unfolded on live TV that day now than I had then....