How can it be twenty years since the towers came down? My daughter called me and told me to turn on the TV. We stood, in shock, talking on the phone when the second plane hit the south tower and my heart dropped. We knew it wasn’t an accident. Her husband was active duty Navy and she gasped, “I have to go! I need to make some calls!”
My husband was in Arlington, Texas for a class with fellow law enforcement officers across the state. Many of them had to check in with their departments. There was nothing Brad could do and so he stayed put and watched the news with the rest of them, calling me at home to check in. In a very short time all flights at area airports were grounded and there were military jets flying a grid over the DFW area. Scary.
Our lives changed that day whether we were at Ground Zero or not. It was one of those sort of events. Like life before and after your wedding day or the birth of your first child, it’s never the same again. Except this was a worldwide event. It may have happened in NYC but it affected the whole world and we had no idea to what extent at the time.
I’m glad our military is out of Afghanistan but I hate the manner of our leaving. Another seminal event in itself that we will never forget or forgive.
Rural Texas Knitter 