posted on Sep, 8 2011 @ 01:21 PM
I was at work, but just about to get off the clock and head for home. For about a half hour or so, our morning crowd had been talking about a plane
hitting a building of some sort in New York. Apparently details were, in our little corner of the world, still a bit hazy. I was asked to stay for a
bit after, because someone was going to be a little late (turned out they were at home trying to contact a relative who worked in one of the towers,
she was ok.).
So I wasn't able to get home 'til about 10:00 that morning. Naturally enough, every channel was full of the events in New York that morning. By
now, both towers had long since collapsed...and we were, though I hadn't quite thought it through that far, at war.
I remember looking out the window of my little apartment. It was one of those glorious late summer days, not too hot, not too cool, perfect. That
shade of blue in the sky that only Sept. provides... Birds, and squirrels, in the tree right outside my window... I also remember thinking that the
sky shouldn't be blue, it should be raining...
It was obvious that they were not accidents (I had somehow missed the first few reports about the Pentagon attack.), but deliberate. That's as far
as my thinking took me...when I was able to process thought, at all... I was wondering about my own friends in New York, and if they were alright
Ten year on...
Still at war... Still unanswered questions surrounding the entire hideous episode... ...questions that I haven't, to my own satisfaction, been able
My anger, as with all strong emotions of that sort, has faded to a resolve to get those answers, and I'll keep looking, but life goes on. I work. I
play. ...and on Sunday, I'll watch some football. ...and on Sunday, I'll say a prayer for the memories of all the innocents lost, both here and
abroad, because we're still so primitive in outlook as to think that war solves underlying issues...
My own personal outlook has taken a dramatic turn since then... In 2001, in the aftermath, I was a foaming at the mouth vengeance seeking seagull
(odd picture, no?) with no reservations in the slightest about going to war in Afghanistan (still don't have many...). Nor later, in Iraq, were my
reservations much minimized. My only thoughts in opposition about Iraq were, not now, later.
My thinking has changed somewhat. Both the Iraq war, and the Afghanistan War, along with the aftermath have been badly botched. But one thing
hasn't changed in the ten years since... I no more have the answers now, than I did then...