I was in the middle of my Flight Instructor rating, had a flight that was supposed to go around mid morning that day.
I was woken up by my mom, telling me a plane hit one of the WTC towers. I assumed it was bad weather in NYC and it was some guy in a small a/c that probably did it.
So I went upstairs where CNN was on, once I saw the amount of debris and smoke coming from the tower I was certain it was no small general aviation plane. Then about 15 minutes later I watched live as the second plane came into the shot from the news-copter. I remember pretty much yelling out loud "Jesus that's a 767!" as it hit the second tower.
At that point goosebumps and a chill all over, even thinking of it right now brings it back.
I kept watching as both towers fell, in absolute shock. Had some friends calling asking me what I made of all of it.
I then decided to get cleaned up and head to the flight school (which was at YYC, not Springbank). Got there just as the fax was coming through implementing the SCATANA plan, which was the closure of all Canadian airspace. I then proceeded to sit on the ramp and watch all the diverting flights land here.
I still have a copy of that SCATANA fax, and some other items from that day. It was also a friends birthday, and we did go out that evening and had a few beers and talked about everything that happened.
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