Mr.Bee, I was in the fifth grade for the Challenger, Oh geez, I must be old. I had just put my son on the bus for school and came in the house to drink my coffee and watch the news. At the time they were still thinking it was a mistake, like the plane many years ago that hit the Empire State Building. I remember thinking “those poor people just went though this a few years ago with that terrorist attack.”, it was then that I saw the second plane hit. “Oh God, we’re under attack” those were my exact words. I immediatly called my mother at work and asked her if she was watching the news. She had thought the same thing as I did at first, just a misguided plane. I told her No, we were under attack. She turned on the tv and gasped and told me never to be away from my phone and radio. We have lived in Omaha, near OFFUTT all our lives and have always had evacuation plans to follow.
It was only a few minutes later when the Pentagon was hit. The rumors on tv flew quickly and they were saying the State Department had been hit, the White House had been evacuated, and they were moving the Congress. I knew people in all of these buildings, I have worked in three businesses all my life: politics, finance, and bars. As soon as I saw the second plane hit the Twin Towers, I realized I had just gotten an email the night before from a friend that was working at Cantor Fitzgerald. I remember when he got the job, it was a step up from the company we both worked for, a huge promotion and pay raise. I missed talking to him everyday, but he kept emailing me political jokes, it was something we were both loved to talk about (even though we were supposed to be talking about work). It was the last thing I ever received from him, God Bless His Sole.
I also began to worry about all the people with whom I had grown up with now working in DC. Our Congressman (a family friend), his staff I had made friends with. Campaign mates and bosses who were now in the White House, State Department, Justice Department, and all over DC.
Then my thoughts quickly went to my family. We are a military family, every male in my family has server our country. My brother was in POS school in Oklahoma. I just knew my baby brother was going to war, along with half my uncles and half my cousins.
It seems to me that most of you grew up in an incredible age, the age of True Peace. The Cold War was over and the rest of the world was relatively stable. I am the sorriest for your generation, the generation that until then, had known nothing but peace.
God Bless the victims and the heros of 9-11.