I remember 新tube8xxxxx 11, 2001. My daughter was just a few days away from turning 1 year old. I was at work, when everything happened. A plane hit the World Trade Center, then another. The buildings were on fire. Firefighters were going in, people were jumping to their death. We wondered to ourselves what we would do in that same situation.
A plane flew into the Pentagon. It was unbelievable. Another plunged into the Pennsylvania countryside.. a failed attempt at what?
People ran away from the World Trade Center covered in soot as the buildings collapsed. It seemed surreal. .
Life as we knew it was about to change. Someone attacked the United States. It was something I’d never imagined. It wasn’t arrogance. It was because terrorism was something that happened somewhere else.
Planes stopped flying for weeks. The President landed at Offutt Airforce Base. It was secure and in the middle of the country.
For days, we watched things happen over and over again. It was 24/7 news coverage for at least a week, maybe two. We watched people search for the missing, crying, posting photos on walls and fences. We worried about what was going to happen next, or how this had happened to begin with. We saw men on security cameras about to board the planes. They looked like ordinary people.
We watched people digging through the rubble. We heard alarms going off at “ground zero”, and wondered what they were. They were the personal security alarms of the fire and rescue workers going off. They were buried in the rubble.
It seems like America has joined the rest of the world, for the most part. This happened on our soil, and affected citizens in 70 other countries, as well as our own. We are not untouchable. The loss was unimaginable, especially for those who lost someone in the attacks, but for all of us.
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