On 9/11, I was returning from New York to San Francisco on a United 767. The plane had left JFK around 6am and had been flying for a couple of hours. I was sitting on the left-side of the plane, about two-thirds the way back in economy, and noticed that the sun, which had been coming in through my window on the left side of the plane, was now coming through the aircraft's right-side windows. For a westbound aircraft, we were evidently heading in the wrong direction. Although we were quietly descending and making lots of slow turns, there had been no announcement to a largely empty plane. It seemed that no other passenger had noticed. They were all heads down, reading and sleeping, and the plane was all very calm and quiet. I got anxious that there was something wrong with the plane.
At that moment, the captain's voice came over the plane's PA system and announced that "there had been a security scare in New York" and we were diverting to Kansas City. That was all that was said. A normal landing at Kansas City but we were stuck on the ramp for a very long time. After only 18 months living in the U.S., everything was still very new, and Kansas City airport seemed a very busy airport! It was of course filled with all the grounded trans-continental flights.
After finally disembarking after several hours, and stuck in the terminal waiting for transport to a hotel, we were still no more the wiser what had happened. All the TVs in the terminal had been turned off. We knew that something bad had happened in New York, but the scale was not clear. We finally got to the "Apple Hotel" via a yellow school bus. Only then, when in the hotel room (late into the afternoon), did the full magnitude become clear. I burst into uncontrollable tears and sobbing seeing replay upon replay of the collapse of the Twin Towers. Only a couple of hours earlier had I marveled at their magnificence, lit from ground to sky, whilst waiting before sunrise on 8th Avenue in Hells Kitchen for the taxi. Absolutely massive buildings dwarfing the entire city. Awe-inspiring.
We didn't get back into the air until the Friday, and finally arrived into San Francisco late at night. United staff lined the airbridge from plane to concourse, both sides, and applauded the passengers as we disembarked. United was absolutely incredible and supportive throughout this ordeal.
The entire experience numbing, confusing, and mourning.
I'm so sorry for the pain the U.S. has gone through because of these Islamic scoundrels. It is such a magnificent country full of wonderful, generous people, without whom I don't know where the world would be. I hope one day that we stop being apologists to our despotic and psychopathic enemies.
I wish for a recovered, happy and prosperous America.