How did I never read your original 9/11 post until now? I don’t know how that happened. It was much the same for me. The twins had recently started Kindergarden. My husband drove them because I was still sleeping. He heard it on the radio on the way home. He woke me and told me. I was in the sleepy fog and didn’t really come around until he told me about the Pentagon. Then I jumped up out of bed immediately and said, “That means war. You cannot attack the HQ of the U.S. Armed Forces without declaring war on us all. They have declared war. I’ll take the baby, you go get the twins.”
The starkest, weirdest (altered state) memory I have from that time was when I was out in the backyard. I don’t remember if I was hanging laundry or picking up toys. The entire country was a no-fly zone, but I heard planes
overhead. I felt the sudden adreneline rush like in a panic attack and I felt my heart drop into my shoes. I froze. Then, I slowly looked up. It was Air Force F16s. I felt as if I would drop to the ground and sob with relief. (I think a part of me actually did while *I* went back into the house.)
“Then give us back our fucking Pepsi.” This makes me love you. I didn’t even laugh when Hussein was hanged. (However, I will admit that I laughed when I saw American soldiers peeing on his stuff when they stormed the palace.)
Of the things I remember clearly from those days, the most strikingly alarming thing to me was the eerie silence of the days when planes were not allowed to fly. It was sobering for so many reasons. Funny how aside from complicated boarding procedures, not much now remains as a reminder.
Thank you, Susie. (I did read your original post yesterday, but I’m just now getting back to comment.)
I was taking my kids to school that morning (it was my 9yo’s birthday) and the military police were zooming up the road with sirens on. By the time I returned home, checkpoints were set up at the entrance of our military post. What had been a 5 minute drive home from school became an hour-long ordeal for the rest of the month. I bore it gladly because it was keeping my family safe.
I remember the first time I read this. I cracked up at the end! Tonight I’m exhausted or I’d be laughing just as hard I’m sure. As it is, I’m chuckling and thinking how wonderful children are. Thank you my friend for the reminder.