Whatever. You're one heck of a paranoid person to start assuming that kind of "stuff" the day of the tragedy. I wouldn't want to be that paranoid.
Anyway... I was in NY (not NYC), highschool, Junior year. I didn't see the towers get hit, but around 11 I had lunch period. They had TVs on in the lunch room (which they did occasionally for basketball games and whatnot) and I saw two buildings with clouds of dust coming from them. I'm an army brat, so I instantly thought our president must have finally attacked the middle east again, or that it was some other random bombing overseas. It never occurred to me that those were OUR buildings, in the same state as me. It never passed my mind that WE, America, were being attacked. Who would be stupid enough to do
that?
As lunch went on of course we all found out the truth. We are a school district that receives many students from Fort Drum (I was one of them). The middle school wasn't allowed to turn it's TVs on to the news because they decided those kids were too young to know, because some of them had parents in NYC. We were older, and we got to see. Fort Drum is the base that sent most of its troops to NYC. It is also the base that has sent the most # of troops overseas and re-deployed them the most. Why? Because it's New York's army base. They had involvement.
I had a few classes after lunch. One teacher said "We're having class anyway" and taught the lesson for the day. My other teacher (photography) said "I'm supposed to teach you, but this is history happening. This is our nation under attack. You deserve - no - you have the RESPONSIBILITY to watch this, as the next generation. This is what your parents have done to the world."
My father didn't get deployed because he was already in Kosovo, so that was a relief. We were very lucky. He got back, and insertion into Bagdhad hadn't happened yet. Bombing happened at the end of my Junior year. I know because we watched the tiny green lights lighting up the city during musical practice. I'd seen it before so I knew exactly what it was. I saw it during Desert Storm, and remembered.
We were scared. We knew war was coming; we thought the draft might come too. My closest friend said that if he was drafted, he wanted infantry so he could die as fast as possible, because he couldn't handle the military. I cried.