I really don't remember where I was on 9-11.  I just remember a feeling of incredulity looking at the buildings on fire.  I kept thinking, "There will be a lot of injuries."  But there were none.  It was eerie and sickening to think of all those people just gone.  Everything that happened after had an otherworldly feeling.  Like it was all a horrible dream.  The dust, the blast, the people wandering in an effort to find their loved ones.  Everyone standing still and quiet, watching as two building fell straight down.  Taking with them the hopes and dreams and lives of so many. For no good reason.