I had an instrument student that morning. As we finished our preflight briefing, the receptionist remarked that her mother had called to say that she had heard that a plane had hit the WTC, but she had no other information. I had lived in manhattan during the construction, and from my dorm at NYU you could clearly see the steel and concrete rising into the sky. Surely, the building had received only minor damage...
My student asked me what a plane would do to a building like that. As he finished the preflight, I was imagining a 172 with its engine sputtering, making an emergency landing on one of the wide avenues in southern manhattan, and catching a wing on the corner of the building. I explained that if the pilot hadn't lost his head, it would be a survivable crash. After all, lots of small planes used the VFR corridor up the Hudson, and this was probably just another small incident.
We took off and shot two NDB approaches. As we went missed on the second approach, we requested the ILS 36, and ATC said that would be our last one, and the airport was shutting down. My first thought was some sort of tower problem, a power or radar outage. I asked ATC what was the reason. He asked if I was aware of what was going on in New York. There was all kinds of radio conversation in the background, and people almost shouting, which was unusual for our class D field. I said I had heard about a plane hitting a building. He said the whole country was busy landing airplanes, and the plane had been a large jet, and cleared us for the approach.
Back on the ground, we went into the conference room and turned on the TV. Soon, almost everyone in the building was standing there, glassy eyed, jaws open, watching the first building collapse. Along with what you know already, that impact has just about collapsed the school, my hope of flying for a major, and my credit rating. I haven't gotten food stamps yet, but I probably will, once I sell my six year old car.