I was in Surface Warfare Officer school in Newport RI learning how to drive US Navy warships. I had been commissioned from the fleet (enlisted to officer) May 2001.
I moved from DC to RI July 2001. I took the DC Metro with an naval officer who gave me some career advice. He worked at the Pentagon. I think he was the only USN officer killed. When I got orders to SWOS, I remember driving up the Jersey turnpike on my way to RI and you could see the WTC towers way before anything else.
My class was doing a Physical Readiness Test on 9/11. I had just changed into PT gear and was heading out to the field, when someone told me to get back inside. They said a plane had hit a building in NYC. I was picturing a little plane. Everyone was crowded around a little TV in the mini Navy Exchange cafe. I walked in just in time to see the first tower fall. I said something about how they must have gotten everyone out. Someone turned around and said that there was no time. We just watched in silence. One of our instructors, very tough man, left angry after the second tower fell. I followed a little, but stopped when I realized he was getting emotional. Shortly afterwards, they told us to get off base immediately. We weren't called back until Friday. Classes resumed like nothing happened. None of the instructors said a word about it. By the end of the day, everyone was so wound up and tense. Out of frustration, I announced that I would lead a prayer session in the classroom, if anyone wanted to stay. Our whole class stayed. We just went around and everyone expressed what they needed to. A few sailors were from NYC. They were a mess. One went there over the weekend to find his friend's family to find out if his friend survived (worked in the tower). He did not.
All of us just wanted to get out to the fleet as soon as possible. I left in December. By the following year, we were on deployment in the war zone.