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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Henry" data-source="post: 98869" data-attributes="member: 158">My remembrances:It was tuesday morning. Just late yesterday, our main manufacturing computer system had just recovered from a massive crash that we had from the previous friday until that Monday. We were informed that the replacement hardware that we would need to get the system back up to full capability was going to come out of New Jersey, and it would be at least 24 hours before arriving.I came in that morning very optimistic that the next weekend was going to turn out better than this one. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":eek:" title="Eek!    :eek:"  data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":eek:" />fast forward to around 8:50, when I heard that the first jet hit the WTC. We at the office were all flabbergasted, and didn't conceive of the carnage until we later that morning got to see pictures. Around 10:00 AM I logged into every news site I could find, only to find every one of them timing out - the internet and phone systems were so overworked that no news was coming to us. I then logged onto the EN Boards to see if someone was discussing it.Discussing it we were.Triple H, I must say that you were the most valuable person in my life that day. You provided info to me I never would have found otherwise. You kick much ass and you deserve as much praise as possible for your role that day. Triple H should have named himself after you. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />My boss and I discussed implications of the attacks clear until closing time. No one was really working much that day, and no calls were getting through to our home office anyway, so the day was very uneventful as far as work went.Our gaming group didn't even meet that week, because every one of us unilaterally didn't feel like it. It somehow felt "wrong" to game that first weekend. The next weekend, however, we all gamed like Hack & Slash madmen. We should have been playing a LAN first-person shooter, the way we were playing that day. But we had a lot to work out that first weekend. Hell, if it were out at the time, we all would have been playing d20 Afghanistan. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> The sentiment changed later, but it's times like that you feel a human need to take justice into your own hands and make things right again - even if it is a little childish at heart.These boards and this little community here did much good for me that month. It was a place to come to work out frustrations and lose myself in D&D rules questions.</blockquote>

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