Thanks for sharing your story
@Eddyde. I am sure that a lot of people appreciated the work that you did that day and night.
My story is not anywhere near as poignant as yours; in fact, the beginning of it is rather embarrassing. I had just returned to MSP the evening of Sept. 10th after completing my seven days out on the "road" flying trips. Since I flew private jets, we operated in a different part of the airport than the airline guys, so our procedures were different. We pulled up to the gate at Signature Flight Support, and right before I pushed the button to have the attendant open the gate, my flying partner said, "tell them your Osama BinLaden." I thought that was strange, but I did, and they opened the gate. Jim busted out laughing, but me, not really knowing who Osama BinLaden was, didn't quite get what was so funny. We had been discussing airport security, though, and we both felt it was very lax. Little did I know. I still find it hard to believe that I actually said that, but I did.
The next morning my wife got a call from her best friend who was curious as to whether I was at home or gone flying and that she should turn the TV on. As we were watching the news, the second plane hit. I had a hard time comprehending what was going on. An hour or so later, the phone rang, and it was my mother-in-law on the other end. All I did was say "Hello," and then it was just sobbing from Kathy. After a few moments, she squeaked out a "thank God you are alive." It was the first time I had ever heard/seen her cry. It seemed like the rest of the day I spent watching the news and answering the phone.
Seven days later, I was in the back of a Northwest DC-10 heading to Detroit. The Captain made the most incredible announcement I had ever heard, basically saying you folks take care of the back if something goes wrong, and they will take care of the front. I don't remember where I went after Detroit but eventually picked up my aircraft and started my trips, of which one was into TEB (Teterboro, NJ). I remember coming in from the West at a rather low altitude (2000ft maybe), and the controller told us once we got to the Statue of Liberty to turn left and head up the Hudson. During that turn, we flew nearly over the top of the remains of the WTC. It was sobering, and I certainly had a lump in my throat. I knew my life, my industry, and our world would never be the same.