• Witnessing the second plane hit the second tower.

• Seeing two women covered with dust, ripped pantyhose and no shoes.

• Seeing both towers crumbling to the ground.

• Knowing that my friend who worked on the 95th floor of WTC 2 is safe and hearing her incredible story of the events.

• The sight and smell of smoke in my neighborhood.

• The strange silence of the skies over Manhattan.

• The sight of F-18 fighter jets flying overhead and knowing that they are prepared to respond to an attack.

• Seeing Marine One flying overhead as President Bush surveyed Ground Zero, escorted by two F-18 fighter jets.

• Seeing candles and flowers in front of my local firehouse that lost nine firemen that Tuesday morning, and remembering my grandfather who was a New York City fireman in the Bronx.

• Cheering the firemen and rescue workers with their search dogs as they returned from Ground Zero.

• Seeing a van delivering blood supplies to downtown, with a police escort, from the Upper East Side.

• Being part of a human chain helping to unload boxes of donations of clothing, food and medical supplies to be put onto ferries and delivered across the river to the rescue workers.

• Seeing the hundreds and hundreds of missing person flyers posted all over the city.

• Receiving numerous e-mails from so many friends asking how I was doing.

• Receiving e-mails from friends from Wittenberg, including alumni that I didn’t even know who got my e-mail address from Witt’s Web site, asking me how I was doing.

A number of other alumni also shared their thoughts on the tragedy.

Their stories will be posted online at www.wittenberg.edu/alumni.

Please share your thoughts by e-mailing the editor at wittmagazine@wittenberg.edu