Now I understand what my parents were feeling when they would talk about Kennedy's assassination. They would say, "I'll never forget what I was doing when I heard Kennedy had been shot."
For me, 9-11 is one such moment. I'll never forget when I first heard about it. I had just arrived at work around 10 to 8 Iowa time, and a co-worker said a plane had just hit the World Trade Center. We happened to have a satellite based training system in our conference room, and it had Bloomberg on it, so we turned that up and watched for the next hour, transfixed by events.
I remember thinking and talking about how it was such a freak accident. We were all pretty complacent, and could not even conceive of being attacked. In fact, until the second plane hit, we didn't even have an inkling that it was an attack. And we questioned it then. That tells you something about how America felt about itself at the time.
I remember feeling sad later that day, when I realized what had happened. The terrorists had used our own planes, and our own freedoms, against us as a weapon.
They had entered our country, trained as pilots, bought plane tickets, then hijacked the planes and turned them into weapons. I felt sad that our freedoms had been perverted in such a way.
Until 9-11 I didn't really understand my parents. Now I understand them better.
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I woke and turned on Today just a few minutes before the 2nd plane hit. Once we all realized it was in fact a terrorist attack I thought, "it's finally happened". I'd always wondered when the US was going to get hit since it seemed where were the only place that it never occurred. A sad day. Even sadder is what has happened to America because of it.
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