I was at FCCJ Kent Campus. Between classes I went to the cafeteria for breakfast with buddy and glanced at the TV and saw something about a plane hitting a building but didn't know what it was about nor think any more of it until faculty came by my class after that telling everyone to go home. As I was leaving I recall seeing a small amount of military personnel on campus with rifles. My buddy who was with me does not remember this though. 

 

We went to his house not to far from campus and got there just after the second plane hit. It was easily the most surreal experience of my life. It's weird how I can barely remember some things, like faces of past girlfriends or even my great grandmother's but I remember everything about that day. The only exception are those military personnel. I would swear up and down that I saw them directing students out to the parking lots to go home but no one else remembers this. 

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