Where Were You?
Today marks the 10th anniversary since the 9/11 terror attacks that cost the lives of over 3000 Americans and foreign nationals. As the news media covers the various events, both good and bad, today, I ask you where were you when 9/11 happened? Here's where I was:
The morning of 9/11, I was working at RR Donnelleys in Mattoon piling American Bar Association Journals as they came off the line. It was shortly after 8am when some of our co-workers came off of break and said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. We kind of shrugged it off as a freak accident. Being a historian, I commented that such an accident was possible since a plane had hit the Empire State Building back in 1945. Then I went on break and watched as the second plane hit the WTC. I remember the sunk feeling in my stomach as I watched both towers as they burned. When word got around a little later that the towers had collapsed, that sunk feeling in my stomach became a sick feeling. We were still piling the ABA Journal and it just so happened that we were piling the magazines that were slated to go to the WTC in New York. Even this day, it sticks in my mind 9 years later that I was piling magazines that were supposed to be sent to a place that was no longer there to people that were no longer alive.
God Bless those that we lost that day. God bless those that did their best, and some that lost their lives, trying to rescue those in and around the WTC towers that day. God bless our troops that are fighting the wars that came as a result of 9/11. God bless the United States of America.
The morning of 9/11, I was working at RR Donnelleys in Mattoon piling American Bar Association Journals as they came off the line. It was shortly after 8am when some of our co-workers came off of break and said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. We kind of shrugged it off as a freak accident. Being a historian, I commented that such an accident was possible since a plane had hit the Empire State Building back in 1945. Then I went on break and watched as the second plane hit the WTC. I remember the sunk feeling in my stomach as I watched both towers as they burned. When word got around a little later that the towers had collapsed, that sunk feeling in my stomach became a sick feeling. We were still piling the ABA Journal and it just so happened that we were piling the magazines that were slated to go to the WTC in New York. Even this day, it sticks in my mind 9 years later that I was piling magazines that were supposed to be sent to a place that was no longer there to people that were no longer alive.
God Bless those that we lost that day. God bless those that did their best, and some that lost their lives, trying to rescue those in and around the WTC towers that day. God bless our troops that are fighting the wars that came as a result of 9/11. God bless the United States of America.
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