Tuesday [Dave in Texas]

It was a Tuesday morning.

I heard something in a breakroom about a plane flying into the World Trade Center.

I immediately thought "small plane, private, goof up".

Until I saw the images at CNN.com.

I admit I was bewildered, as it progressed. Until the second plane. Until the Pentagon.

It was so strange to watch the sky over the next 4 days and see nothing.

We were getting people home, wondering what would happen next. Trying to understand what was happening.

The reality sank in. And the uncertainty. Because we weren't sure how many had perished.

We tried to understand it. But we could not. It was death and destruction, murder, on a scale we had not experienced in our lifetimes.

UPDATE: Many commenters are posting their accounts of where they were and what they were doing that morning, and what they thought. When I wrote this last night I was just kind of pondering that myself, and I suppose that was my intent, to encourage you to do the same.

There are some really great comments, and some amazing stuff too (check out Stephanie's comment at 1:26 this morning... wow).

Memorials remind us of the importance of the event. They say time heals all wounds, but what they really mean (whoever "they" are) is that intense emotions and feelings fade as time passes. We're fragile creatures, and it's hard to sustain intense feelings.

It's important for us to remember though... those remembrances increase our resolve.

So if you feel so inclined, please continue. Where were you, what were you doing that Tuesday morning?

posted by Ace at 11:12 PM

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