It was Tuesday. I was sitting at home studying for a journalism quiz at UT when my mom called and told me to turn on the TV. At first I only saw a burning concrete wall. Then the camera pulled back to reveal the whole picture. Then the second plane hit. Bewildered, I drove to the Cap Metro bus stop. The passengers were likewise all stunned. The driver told us that one of the towers was leaning. During the 30-minute bus ride to the UT campus, while some passengers shared rumors that they had heard, I and others just gazed out the window. It was a picturesque day. Not a cloud in the sky. The world didn't look, at least from Austin, Texas, all that different. It just was. When I got to my journalism class, we skipped the quiz and watched the events unfold on TV. The Pentagon had been hit as well. Tom Brokaw said America was "under siege." A tower collapsed. At the UT Student Union, where students usually either sat to eat and study, or got up to quickly leave for class, or stopped to socialize, today hundreds just stood, watching the screens. The other tower followed. All planes flying in U.S. air space were ordered to land immediately or risk being shot down. I went to daily Mass at the University Catholic Center. Fr. Bob said that the tragedy reminds us that "we need God." Arriving home that afternoon, I saw Shepard Smith on Fox News ask, "How the hell did this happen?" I saw that another plane was reported down somewhere in rural Pennsylvania, no survivors. I remember seeing what looked like a giant, charred, black hole in the ground, in the middle of a field. It was speculated to be another hijacked plane, intended to strike at another major U.S. icon, perhaps the White House or the Capitol building. Another tower in the World Trade Center, heavily damaged by the two that collapsed before it, fell to the ground. A reporter looking on from a few blocks away could be heard. "Oh my God. Oh my God." That night I watched a press conference with New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani, flanked by the EMS, police and fire chiefs, each of whom had lost untold numbers of friends and colleagues earlier that day. The known casualties numbered in the hundreds among public servants and civilians, but were expected to total well into the thousands, Giuliani told reporters, perhaps even tens of thousands. Never Forget.