I'd gotten off of work that morning at 6 a.m., was sitting in my room of an apartment I shared with by older brother. I was flipping the channels when I saw the news alerts about the first plane hitting the tower. I kept wondering how the hell an airliner could hit the World Trade Center, I actually thought it had to be on purpose. I laid down in bed when I called my girlfriend (now my wife) as we did most mornings. She lived in Waco and was getting ready for her college class, I lived with my brother in an apartment close to where I used to work south of Dallas. We started talking about the plane hitting the tower, because she was watching the news as she was getting ready, and we both happened to be watching Fox News just when the second plane hit. We both sat silent for a moment and I remember exactly what I said, "We're under attack!" We were both in shock, not exactly sure we should believe what we had seen. Finally, she decided to get off the phone so she could go to school, she got there and found they were watching the tv in class, they told her she could stay or go, so she left. I stayed up most of the day watching the news, seeing the towers fall, etc. I had to be at work that night at 6 p.m., so I did sleep from about 2:30p-5p, but it wasn't really sleep. My wife had drove up to my apartment and had gotten in bed with me, we watched together. Of course, I went to work that night and we just crowded around the tv. I remember for several weeks after that, my job was never easier.