I was in Red Sate -- in an apartment quite close to where hubby 'lives' during the week.
Looking up, I saw blurry footage of the first plane going in.
It was a beautiful early-fall day.
It was a terrifying early-fall day.
Some basic things I remember:
- Seeing our old on-base neighborhood on TV being guarded -- by guys in Humvees holding GUNS. We'd moved out about a month before.
- The President stopping at our Air Force base as a safe place. Seeing the local folk's film on the national feed -- and realizing that he was in the same building where hubby used to work.
- Hubby and I waited nervously for his last few days in the military to pass --we were afraid that he'd be "stop-lossed", and wouldn't be able to finish his education as we'd planned.
- Phone calls from family and friends. They were concerned about our general safety and hubby's military status. More than a few of my friends and close family expressed deep relief to hear he was almost out of the military.
- Our debate friends gathered at our place for companionship and comfort. We had both TVs on news stations and two computers with high-speed internet, so we could get the latest information. Rumor has it that the Individual Events (speech) squad also gathered someplace to watch events unfold on MTV-news.
- The silence when air travel stopped and the roar when it started again.
- The fact that our Muslim neighbors stopped playing soccer, tennis and other games in the apartment courtyard at dusk.
What didn't change is that I still have grading to do on a beautiful Tuesday in September. I suppose some things never change.