While the USA is still a great country it has changed IMO for the worst.
Those hate filled Saudis could never have dreamed how successful their heinous actions were. Not only did they manage to kill many innocent people, they managed to intimidate our government to restrict our "rights" so that this would never happen again on their watch.
Growing up, our teachers and politicians would tell us how fortunate we were to have freedom of movement and expression, while in totalitarian dictatrships, people were required to have authorization papers to move about. Now we need Photo ID to travel, open bank accounts, seek medical attention and other mundane tasks, because we are all considered potential terrorists or criminals. Covid restrictions made this worse, but this all started with 9/11.
September 11, was a beautiful clear late summer morning, with a slight chill in the air. When I arrived at Race St, everyone in the building was glued to the TV watching CNN coverage of a plane crashing into one of the Twin Towers. My Conductor and I left to get #89s diesels, and position ourselves for the engine change, when someone remarked over the radio that a second plane had hit the other tower. I just had this empty feeling.
#89 arrived, took on passengers and worked head end. The Yard crew added the Roadrailers of Mail to the rear. We made the engine change, and placed the inbound E-60 on the Pit at Race street. We watched the replay of the second plane crashing into the second tower, when they switched to live feed of the slow collapse of the tower. I was totally devastated watching this, knowing the implications of what I just witnessed.
Amtrak completely shut down. The passengers were detrained, and a yard crew was sent to return the roadrailers to the yard so the mail could be trucked to Jacksonville FL. A second yard crew, went over to take the train to the yard. We went to move a Metroliner to the yard. Then Washington ordered the station evacuated, so all the road crews, those stranded and those on layover, were sent to Race Street. Fortunately we had the coffee on, and they sent the prepared dining car meals from #89 over so we could eat them rather than letting them spoil. As the day went on, we had little to do, My conductor and I walked over to the now totally deserted station. Only the movement office and train dispatchers and power directors remained along with the police and some supervision. It was in itself an eerie sight, with a loud quiet. For a while, the Delaware River bridges between PA and Jersey were closed, they reopened around 1800, so I was able to drive home. I-76, I 295, and I 195 virtually deserted, just the sound of silence.
The next day, with little to do, My coductor and I walked down Market Street toward City Hall. Hard to envision what we saw, as on a mid week business day, the streets were mostly deserted. We heard the sound of jet aircraft, and since air traffic was shut down, everyone had that same look
of what now..Looking upward, it was reassuring to see a pair of Airforce F-15s with a full load of weapons flying over on Combat Air Patrol.
We were required to report for work, even though Amtrak was completely shut down for 3 days. As we walked through the parking garage, you could see the now dusty automobiles of those who would never return to reclaim them. These monuments were the only cars in the temporarily closed garage. That's my memory of 9/11.