On the morning of 9/11, my grandpa was just getting up, when his sister-in-law called and told him a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers, and that he should turn on any news station to see what was happening. When he turned the TV on, and saw the smoke coming from the tower, he thought that maybe a small plane had flown off course, and struck the building. First reports were varied, and nobody seemed to know exactly what had happened. When the airliner hit the second tower, my grandparents were shocked. By then, it was very clear that the tragedy of 9/11 was a deliberate terrorist attack. My grandpa and grandma watched in disbelief as the towers collapsed. Then, when it was reported that the Pentagon was hit, the whole nation was almost in a state of panic. Later, when word came that a fourth plane had crashed over Pennsylvania, it was somewhat of a relief to know that the passengers had stormed the cockpit and overpowered the terrorist pilot. This caused the plane to crash, taking many lives; but saving many more in the process. Grandpa and grandma said that the fourth plane was probably headed toward the White House, or the Capitol Building. I was only nineteen months old, at the time. But grandpa and grandma said they would never forget that day. They also said they were very proud and grateful for the firefighters who rushed into the burning towers, before they collapsed, risking their own lives to save others. Likewise, the brave passengers of the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania were true heroes, people we should all be proud of.