I was actually asleep and got a phone call from my mom. I work nightshift and had only been asleep for a few hours. All I remember her saying was something about a plane hitting a building, a second plane hitting the building, that we are under attack and that she's glad I'm not out there in that shit (I had rescinded an application for a Field Investigator for US Investigations a few months before when I went to work for 911). I woke up a few hours later and though "hmmm, I should probably go turn the TV on and see what she's talking about." I don't think I can put into words how it felt turning on the TV and seeing those images...I'm sure you're all right there w/ me on that one.
That night I went in to work as scheduled. One of the ladies on our shift had a son who was a pilot and he regularly flew one of the routes that was hijacked. At that point she still had no idea if her son was alive or not (he was). I remember us requesting a prayer during briefing and everybody sniffling as Mrs. Sandy said our prayer for us. And I remember that I was dispatching for the fire department and we got a bomb threat at a large factory here and EVERY SINGLE firetruck I had responded b/c, after all, I live in a town w/ an Air Force Base and we were on super high alert.
Terror alerts for AFBs were so high at that time that we actually had traffic units out in front of the base directing traffic for nearly 2 years after b/c the security checkpoints were backing traffic up so bad.