I wonder who didn’t know. I wonder who only found out the next day. I wonder if anyone went to bed that night, not knowing that America was under attack.
I was in the office. Tommie phoned and said that America is under attack. I ran into the house and I think my mom was already watching the news. I watch the 2nd plane hit the towers. Absolute horror.
I remember running back to the office. My dad had a client. I burst in and said that America is under attack. I don’t think he completely believed me.
I remember wanting to protect Quintus, even though we were miles away and not in any kind of danger at all. I felt the world, the way things were, could not be trusted. If America was under attack, what else could happen.
We followed the news. I went home and followed it from there. I remember switching channels when Quintus walked into the room, even though he was only 16 months old. I wanted to shield him from it.
I remember the helpless feeling, the total sadness, anger and shock, when the towers collapsed.
America, I remember.