My husband flew out of Newark that morning, left home around 6:30 a.m. He flew so often for work, he always called me after he landed with his hotel info and contact numbers. As soon as I saw the first plane hit on TV, I called my Dad to tell him that he was on a flight but I didn't know which one or where to. He told me he was sure it was Bin Laden with his connections and money and I knew right then that I would never cry in public because that is what terrorists want, fear. I also never called my mother-in-law to scare her, she was elderly and hundreds of miles away. I just sat by the TV determined to do whatever I needed to do with dignity for a good soul and worried about our three kids. My husband called late in the afternoon. It was so good and so sad at once, he was a fireman and we had an idea of the devastation for everyone, especially the first responders as he was very familiar with the towers through work. He had landed in Chicago with the pilot telling them to go to a bank of TVs outside their gate to see the news and as he sat in the airport stunned at the news, he said that as each colleague got off different planes from Boston and New York, it was the same feeling when your children are born. Some saw the impact through their plane windows. None of the cell phones worked. He got a landline from the hotel later to reach me. I called my Dad and his elderly Mom in Fl to tell her he was fine. It took them 5 days to get a rental car to all drive home back East. People in all the states fed them free food and water as they journeyed. As soon as he got home, he was supposed to be sent straight out to NYC with fellow firemen. They were sadly not needed. My husband flew out of the gate next to Flight 93 travelers. That is his saddest memory because he said everyone was just doing their thing that morning. Drinking coffee, reading their papers, a typical morning at Newark with primarily work commuters. Absolutely nothing seemed out of the ordinary at all. He was so sad for them. It was such a sad time.