Caught the attack on TV. Then filled up the bathtub for drinking water and bartered some canned fish and powdered eggs to my neighbor for 24 rolls of toilet paper. I went around my neighborhood putting notes on doors about an emergency meeting at 7:00 PM that night in my garage to mobilize the Sandstone Commons subdivision militia and election of block commanders. Needless to say the people with swimming pools were the most popular attendees at that meeting. We rolled around in camouflage pants for a few days and nights until most got bored and quit. The urge for TGI Fridays happy hours and attending their kids soccer games overcame our only feeling of unity and safety. I still have firing slits cut into my wood shutters though... just in case.
Edit: I was awakened by a phone call from my Mother and told to turn on the TV, "they took down the towers!". Sat up in bed and watched in stunned silence until getting off to work where most of the company did the same thing huddled around a portable TV someone had brought in. I prayed that the initial death toll estimates were somehow wrong I remember. It was my generation's JFK assassination "you remember where you were" moment and always will be.