The saddest and most emotional job I have ever done

Through the glass wall I noticed some fellows staring at the tv-screen, there were glued to it actually. When I raised my eyes a few minutes later they were still watching it even with their boss. So I went to see what the the subject of their interest was, thinking of some match as they all were sport journalists, or some erotic movie or so. The first tower was in flames. That day I sow everything to its bitter end.
When this horrible event was over my boss asked me to prepare some special supplement about it which was supposed to be issued next week. The next six days were the most hectic, the saddest and the most emotional job I have ever done working as a journalist. The amount of information was just huge, many of them were often changing as many new findings were discovered, some of the photos were really moving as well as many of the first stories about the victims and their relatives. Reading them I felt my throat tighten and tears were trying to roll my face almost constantly. I felt so affected by those days. I still am affected and ever will. I can't read about September 11 without emotion.
I used to say that my generation in my country is probably the happiest in the whole history. We had to experience the communist dictatorship, even the terrible Soviet invasion in 1968 but we never experienced the war. I only realized the posibble terror of war while being in the army when our officers forced us to play some stupid war games. I've always hoped my kids, all kids, would be able to say the same to their kids. Now, after September 11, I am not sure. All is possible, the worst scripts could come true. There was Madrid. There was London. Bali, Istanbul... As if it wasn't enough we have tsunamis and hurricanes.
I borrowed the folloving paragraph from Karen. She, as many others, just had to remind herself the day five years ago.

"The day of September 11, 2001 will always stand out in my memory, like most of the world, I remember where I was when I heard the news that a plane hit the World Trade Center. Just seconds after entering into a conference room where the TV was turned on and tuned into the news when I saw the second plane hit. I was mortified and I looked around the room and there was not one dry eye. Then the news of an “earthquake” came from someone at the Pentagon and within minutes, it was confirmed that it was no earthquake but another plane. What seemed like an eternity later, the news of the fourth plane in PA. That day seemed to last forever, no one was able to work, we were horrified as the news kept revealing more of what was happening, watching people jumping to their deaths from the towers. Working on a military base, I knew that the casual entrance and exits were going to change forever, and our lives would never be the same."