I was at home. The day started like any other day when I would wake up to the radio and listen for a few minutes before I'd actually get up. I immediately noticed that something was missing in the DJs' voices - The fun, rambunctious, and irreverant duo sounded different. Their voices were monotone in color but something more -the sound was lifeless, faltering.

As I slowly woke up I heard them talk about the towers, airplanes, fire. I realized something happened. Something horrible happened.

I turned on my tv and saw the horror of the first plane lodged in one tower. Then the gasp when the second hit. Then with horror I saw what we all saw. Tears were streaming down my face while I repeated over and over again.. Oh my God, Oh my God..... Such misery, such horror, such evil.

I wished I was there to help, I wanted to do something. I called all my friends who lived in the area, luckily all were safe. They were safe but in shock. I spent the rest of the day watching the disaster over and over again, trying to get my mind to take it in.

After that day, I couldnt look at the footage again.

Mercer (Bantan) was close to the towers. He took a pic. I dont think he meant to get such an ironic shot.