September 11th, 2001 -UK
Well, the Cable-Guys had finally showed up and after digging a narrow trench to my
house, the two young men set about drilling to get the wires inside.
It looked like the weather would hold up, which I suppose was good, my wife's Grandmother
had turned 100 years-old -that day and everyone was busying themselves with a birthday party.
But I had agreed to stay home and let these chaps fit the TV contraptions... not a bad deal when
the alternative is interacting with in-laws! My wife waved from the car with my 9 year-old son all
strapped in the back, as the Cable Company van pulled in and I waved once and turned to see
what 15 year-olds they'd sent to wreck my house.
They were good. The TV in our bedroom was almost ready and the youngster up there was
finishing off hiding the wires. I was stood with the lad at the set in the living room when the shout
that would change how I viewed the world in the future, rang out.
"Heh Mike...? turn on the TV... a plane as hit something in America"
The crouching young man worked his magic and the screen showed a horrible image... a burning
The newsreader 'prattled' on with updates of nothing... a light-plane may have strayed off
course and hit a tower of The World Trade Centre... Sometimes Tour Guides fly in too near...
that kinda stuff.
The 'upstairs' guy came down and we... a forty-one year-old and two twenty-somethings stood
and watched the world go mad.
"Aw Christ no..." Mike said as the camera panned about with the Newscaster saying another
aeroplane was flying near.
The blurred shape of an aircraft sped into view and I could feel my senses recallorbrating with
'This isn't a movie... This is real... I've never seen this sort of madness before...'
All thoughts that were leading to one thing, what was happening and this ISN'T an accident.
The kettle was put on and we -now joined together by this terrible event, sat and drank coffee
Then reports came in about the Pentagon taking a hit and I realised there was a war just over
the horizon. Insults like this to the last Superpower wouldn't go by without a response.
The two Cable-Guys said their goodbyes and left to bring horror into other folk's homes.
I tidied up and with one eye, monitored the world going to hell in a handbasket.
But who had finally invaded U.S mainland...? How did they get by all the fancy technology
and 21st Century gizmos?
Was the UK next...? white, Christian, Western Capitalism... what were they attacking?
Later, my family came back and we talked about our regular vacations to the States,
those trips may now be put on hold. The fourth jet-liner had come down in a field and we
looked on at the blurred shaky images of a smoke-filled pit.
It was over... whatever feelings we had that the world was safe and the wealthy West
held all the cards (regardless of oil)... had gone, THEY had caught up.
I know it's not much... a story from another country with no loss to speak of, but I know
that the world I'd grown up in, the one that seemed a little sunnier had gone.
No grand speech, no brightly-coloured bunting or fanfare... just some kid shouting from a
"Heh Mike...? turn on the TV..."
edit on 8-9-2011 by A boy in a dress because: (no reason given)