It was a cool day out, bright and sunny with those little clouds that look like brush strokes in the sky. I was stand on the roof of the soon to be new library for ULAR, welding down some decking and end closures so that the concrete could be poured. When the PMs truck appeared at the front gate of the construction site and was driveing down the equipment road up to the building. It seemed odd to me because he usually parked in the parking lot and walked over like everyone else. It wasn't long until we were all called down to the ground for a meeting which has only happened when a fellow worker on another job was injured of killed. So we all headed down to the ground with some trepidation and fear as to what happened, when the rumor started up to us that two airplanes had crashed into the world trade centers. When we got to the ground we were informed that it was true and that another one had hit the Pentagon. It seemed very surreal, I knew we had been attacked by terrorists and that we were headed for war. We were asked to fill up with gas on the way home because they were unsure of what the availability would be in the near future. I remeber very clearly the images the next day on the news of people celebrating in the streets over there in those Muslim countries, and the images of them planes hitting the Twin towers. I remember the huge hole in the side of the pentagon, and that big rip in the ground where the other plane crashed into a field.
