I was on call as a F100 reserve captain. I didn't think I would fly so I was planting some trees. I ran to Home Depot to pick something up and someone in line said that an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center. The same questions went through my mind as other posters. When I got home my wife told me what had happened, as the second airplane had just hit the other tower.
Our daughter was in middle school, in a magnate program that was pretty wired and into current events. Since at times I would be at home when she went to school and then called out and not there when she got home, we decided we should call the school and have them let her know I was at home and okay. Her Mom made the call while I finished up with the trees. About a half an hour later my wife got a phone call from my daughter, and she was so hysterical my wife couldn't understand her. She told her I was okay and she would come get her. When the arrived back home my daughter ran to me, crying and would not let go. My wife had to give me the rest of the story. Apparently her message was handed off to an office assistant who went to my daughter class and told her something like "You Dad's airplane was hijacked, but he's okay. And you're missing an earring." The child never left my side that day and I thought of how many children would not be crying tears of relief that day.
The next day as I was finishing in the yard, I was struck by the lack of A/C in the sky. I lived just south of GSO and always had A/C passing over. I thought "Our lives will never be the same". One of the great understatements of my life.