Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the second tower had been hit. I certainly remember where I was. But more than remembering where I was, I remember the things I felt that morning. I was in a meeting so I didn't actually see the second plane strike, but I remember exactly what I felt when my wife called me with the news.
We ran to a tv to see the footage, and seeing the smoke coming from the Pentagon and the towers I realized that our country was at war. I remember knowing that our world had changed and that it would never really go back to the way it was. I remember wondering what kind of world my sons would grow up in. I remember wondering if Tom Clancy was just incredibly prophetic or whether he might have inadvertently inspired the attacks (His 1994 novel Debt of Honor climaxes with a terrorist hijacking a plane and crashing it into the Capital Building in Washington).
Most of all, I remember being struck with realization that most of us would never be able to truly grasp what would motivate a group of people to commit murder on such a massive scale. And not just one 'lone gunman', but such a large part of our world. (I remember Iraqi children dancing in the streets of Baghdad that day) Five years later we still do not understand. And maybe it's a good thing we don't.
Do you remember what you felt? Share your thoughts by leaving a comment . . .
