Tuesday, September 11, 2007


I was waking up for work.

My television is my alarm clock and turned on shortly before the Today show reported that apparently an airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I didn’t have cable so Today was the only morning news I got ick. I was still pretty groggy so I didn’t think anything of it. I laid in bed for a while longer getting over my sleepiness.

I had my eyes barely open when I saw the second plane hit on live TV. It woke me up and woke me up fast. That moment was one of the moments that divide time into two parts...before this and after this, and after this nothing would ever be the same.

I jumped out of bed and went out to the living room and turned on the TV there, then I went to the other side of the house and pounded on my roommates door. “James get up and get dressed...we’re under attack”. The news STILL had not said it was an attack. James is normally a heavy sleeper when off duty, but today he woke up enough to say “what? who?”

I said I don’t know but two planes just kamakazied the world trade centers.

James got up and instead of putting on his civilian clothes he put on his fatigues. After watching the TV for about 10 minutes he called base. He was told to stand down, but be available at all times. Eventually he did serve in Iraq for a tour, but today he was a civilian just like me, hands tied and unable to do a damned thing about it, even though both of us wanted to. He had no orders, I had no means. Both of us a thousand miles away from anything.

I called my boss and woke him up, told him to turn on the TV, “any channel, it doesn’t matter, you’ll see.” After a few minutes of talking to him on the phone he said to go down to the store and put a sign on the door that said “closed for a day of prayer”.

That’s all we could do that day was pray that it wouldn’t get any worse.

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