We all saw that too many times already.No need to be there to inhale the lethal dust.How about witnessing GWB reading to the kiddies from an upside down book like Nero fiddling instead?

the only reason i would have wanted to be there was to try to provide some sort of help. i saw something on tv a couple of nights ago where people were recreating the hi-jacked plane rides with people calling their loved ones to tell them that they were going to die. i couldn't even watch that... i watched the live footage on the news, but it's not something i would like to relive, especially at ground zero.

I still cry if I see footage on TV from this. I can't imagine actually having been there. I think I would need some serious therapy for the rest of my life.

I saw this happen. Not something I will ever forget, nor would want to see happen again.

I didn't have to see it live to have the events of 9/11 burned indellably into my mind. I still remember the violin concerto that was playing on KBAQ in Phoenix, AZ just before NPR broke into the broadcast. I never did get to catch the name of the piece, but its lilting melody is still with me, right up to the abrupt break when NPR announced first word of the first airplane hit, before anyone knew the full story. My first thought was that some pilot had a really bad day, then with the report of the second plane, I knew otherwise. My very next thought was Those bastards finally got us. I was at once mad as hell, and heartbroken. As soon as my boss showed up to relieve me from my graveyard shift (late by one hour), I pedaled home as fast as I could. What I saw on the TV that day once I got home saddens me even today. Part of me wishes I could have shut my eyes to the horror of it, but I honor those who were lost by remembering what I saw and heard.

Most people who were there and saw it don't have a clear recollection of the sequence of events immediately after the crashes. Reading of the impressions of those who were there, digesting it and trying to develop some perspective of what it was like, learning afterward of friends who were not lucky enough to survive, imagining their last thoughts and actions, remembering the aftermath (weeks of inactivity in our financial capital, complete air travel shutdown, the frantic search for survivors, then remains) is more therapeutic for me than the fantasy of actually being there. I'm not as angry now and that irritates me because I know that as a country our average memory span ordinarily is about 15 seconds. When we attacked the Taliban in Afghanistan, I was somewhat mollified but I knew then (as I know today) that that was simply the first skirmish in a war that will (optimistically) last well over 10 years, and cost us thousands of lives. But we must make sure that we never again are so vulnerable to such a dangerous enemy, simply because we don't want to believe how dangerous the enemy is.

The media has shown me more than what I needed to see.

Seeing it on TV was enough, thank you.

We've ALL seen it, sadly.

Ummm, didn't we all see it live on TV? I wouldn't have wanted to have been there. I have a friend that was in Tower 2 and lived to tell about it.

I think I saw enough of that on TV.