driving 45minutes to instruct. watching the flying go from minimal to non-existant all in a one hour period. I think I still have copies of the faxes we got from FSS closing all canadian airspace.
I was still in bed when it happened... I was supposed to go bungee jumping, but didn't go that day because I felt bad going to have fun when that was happening.
On my way to work in total disbelief of what I was hearing on the radio. Spent the day in front of the tv between calls. A surreal and sad day in history.
We flew all day in Northern Manitoba doing a caribou hunt. We didn't know anything had happened until 6PM that night. Calm air was flying the DEW line the next day!! Pretty weird
On duty dispatching... first time and hopefully last that I had to defer to the SCATANA plan (I guess that has now been replaced by ESCAT). Overall a crummy day for aviation and humanity...
I was sitting in the very same chair that I am right now when someone came around the corner towards my office saying that a small Cessna had hit the World Trade Centre.
Spent the rest of the day in the Emergency Break Out Room making up a list of where our planes were and where they were going to land and at what time.
After the last plane landed I went to the movies because I didn't want to hear anymore news. I think I saw the Planet of the Apes, but to be honest I wasn't really watching the movie.
I was just checking weather for a trip bringing the boss back from the States. I was on hold with FSS and my pal called me. He just said "Turn on the tv". So I did, in time to see the second plane hit the tower.
I seriously thought about taking a plane and heading north for 1/2 a tank of gas, then landing at the most remote strip I could find. Then I remembered about the military base nearby, figured they'd be going out of their minds with worry and anger, and decided to stay on the ground.
Can't remember exactly, but it was either flying in the beaver on my way to do a camp check or having breakfast with an american after doing the check at another lake. As I was climibing out after take off, someone was babbling something to me on the radio about it. Didn't know really until I got back to base and we all sat in shock about what was going on. Boss decided to shut down ops for the day, and then at 1600 the call came in from Transport telling us not to fly.
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I was in the air that morning when it happened. The wx was perfect, had a great flight. Watched the endless reruns on TV after I landed. Supremely depressing. Like watching a gang rape/murder over and over again. Couldn't understand afterwards why most Canadians thought the Americans in the towers deserved to die. Still don't.
I was watching the events unfold on a television in the hallway of Sault College, when I was in the aviation program, first year. Needless to say, I quit the program at the end of the semester realizing where the industry is going, and did my training at a local flying school instead, and in the process of getting a University Degree as a back-up.
I was in bed then got woke up after the first strike then watched the second as well as the footage from the pentagon Woke up buddy of mine who just got to bed from the night shift told him to put tv on any channel then called work to see if any point in going in that day
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Driving to work, then finding out my flight test for my private licence wasn't going to happen the next day, or the next, or the next, I believe I finally did it a week later.
Just finished a summer contract up north and thought "oh well I got some hours now...I'll have no trouble finding a job closer to home..." Whoa, big surprise, spent the next 6 months on the EI snowboard team. That whole shitty day I spent glued to the TV in shock. It still numbs me to watch that footage.
On my way to CYYC (driving), listening to the radio, when one of my co-workers phones my cell and says: "Airplanes are falling out of the sky". Needless to say that we didn't go flying that day.
Arrived at the office where we spent the majority of the day watching the tube and standing around watching the heavy's land. I still recall the look in everyone's eyes and on their faces that day.
Truly a frightening event and a sad day in history.
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Similarly to RSC, I was walking the halls of the college when the second plane hit the tower. The whole courtyard was silent with disbelief. Calculus and physics forgot about their laws and formulas that day as discussions, debates and remorse occupied the minds of both the professors and students.
Later we would find out that there would be no flying. Not only had the close community of aviation been severely affected but the lives of the countless wives, husbands, daughters, sons, fathers and mothers been robbed of their sacred family.
My sincerest condolences go out to those families who have been touched by the sadness that resulted of that day...September 11th.
In a hotel sleeping after a morning bag run to Sarnia. Awake to knocking on the door and open to see another one of the pilots who was supposed to be in YYZ, but had diverted to swap airplanes with me. So both of us were stuck, spent 3 days there waiting and drinking. Man that was f-ed up.
Visiting my wife's parents down near YBX. Had the radio on, and was just getting out of bed when the news came on that an airplane had hit the WTC. First thing I thought was somebody was chugging down the Hudson River in the fog in a 172 and turned left instead of right. Then I turned on the TV.
As an aside, I think my father-in-law summed it all up as good as anyone. I've been married to his daughter for 35 years and in all that time I've never heard the man use profanity. As we watched the second tower fall, he just shook his head and said "The filthy bastards."