Sunday, 16 September 2007

September 11 - Belated observance

My computer was down and I was sick, so I'm late with this. But I'm going to do it anyway. I just left a comment on anti-wife's blog in response to her post on 911, and I'll repeat it here.

I was in Miami when it happened, visiting a friend at his office. A patient called, and I could hear my friend going, "What? What? Really!" I realized he was trying to calm the caller. Then he put down the phone and laughed - an uncertain laugh. It was one of his patients, he said, ranting about planes crashing into buildings all over the country. He'd have to check the old man's meds. Then another call came, from someone sane and reliable, and when he put down the phone and told me what was going on, there was just shock. Disbelief.

Well, the phone began to go crazy. By midday the Florida authorities were telling everyone to get home, that the turnpikes were open, just get home. My friend closed up his office and took me home. When I got in and turned on the TV I saw my first images, and I sat there, tears pouring down my face, until the small hours of the morning. I've seen those images hundreds of times, and they are still so incredible that I doubt my eyes.

Over the next days, I would go outside at night and stare at the sky. The long string of aircraft on the flight path to Fort Lauderdale Airport had disappeared. The sky was empty. It was very uncanny.

I didn't suffer a personal loss, or a connection to a personal loss like you did, but I know what you feel. I remember. I was there. Fourteen Trinidadians died in those towers. The tragedy of those days reached everywhere, and touched everyone.

6 comments:

Matt said...

I was in college, getting ready to trudge across campus, watching the news for the weather report. Local news cut out to a "Special Report." I saw the second plane hit live.

Going to class, I passed a friend and told them what happened. It was so unreal, I doubted my words as I told her.

The only thing comparable in my life was the horror with which I watched "Shock and Awe" start the Iraq War.

The Anti-Wife said...

I'm so glad you're back and feeling better!

liz fenwick said...

I was in Dubai, having just transfered and going to collect my husband after work - he worked in the World Trade Center Dubai.....our world shook along with everyone's.

Yes, you can join the novel racers :-) We'd be delighted. If you can send me an email (addy on my profile) then I can get you set up......

wordtryst said...

Matt, the horror escalates...

Thank you, anti-wife.

Liz, thanks for stopping by, and for approving my membership in Novel Racers.

aka_lol said...

Everybody remembers what they were doing and where they were doing it when the 9/11 news got to them. In a shock scale of 1 to 10 it was a 10. It reminded me of July 27th 1990.

On the bright side, the terrorist and their supporters were happy and it didn't matter to them that people were killed, in fact, that was all that mattered to them. Nobody flies planes into crowded buildings unless they know for a fact the World and selected terror cells would be better off for it and look how happy they made all of us. See the results: Children are no longer starving, infectious disease is a thing of the past, the idiots have stopped killing each other based of a feeling, God has a special place in heaven for the pilots, and everyone now has two iPods, one laptop and food in the remotest and poorest villages on the planet.

The World is now a much better place.

wordtryst said...

aka_lol, true that. All problems solved. World a better place. Let's all sing, Don't worry, be happy. Jeez...